I hated high school. I wasn't especially fond of elementary school but high school really bit the fat one. In a last-ditch effort to indoctrinate and inoculate me, I was sent to an all-girls Roman Catholic High School.
Ninth grade: The last religion class before summer vacation.
Priest: What did you learn in this class?
sapphoq: I learned I don't want to be catholic anymore.
Tenth grade: Anytime when we could get away with it.
Peggy: Let's go steal some of those wafers from the chapel.
sapphoq: Let's go steal some of those wafers from the chapel.
Eleventh Grade: The night of the school play and a bottle of Boone's Farm Grape Wine.
sapphoq: (barfing fluently into toilet in upstairs girls' bathroom)
Clueless woman: Oh my god, someone's having an abortion.
Twelfth Grade: The first week of school.
sapphoq: Oh. I been smoking it all summer.
sapphoq on life