Mention something you were good at in high school.

I can't think of one single thing, I was just biding my time!:eek:nthego:

ā€œLet me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.ā€ ― Jodi Picoult

 
I was really good at English, Business economics and Social studies....

I was also good at playing truant...and being obnoxious to certain teachers.. they were bullies who would lash out for no reason with a leather strap so I thought, if I'm going to get it unfairly anyway..I might as well get it for Something!!...I hope the evil head of maths who thought it was fun to beat the crap out of every kid, especially girls, had a horrible life after he retired!!
 
I was really good at English, Business economics and Social studies....

I was also good at playing truant...and being obnoxious to certain teachers.. they were bullies who would lash out for no reason with a leather strap so I thought, if I'm going to get it unfairly anyway..I might as well get it for Something!!...I hope the evil head of maths who thought it was fun to beat the crap out of every kid, especially girls, had a horrible life after he retired!!

Even when the Principal was still allowed to hit students...it was only males, never females....at least in all the schools I went to.

Detention is what girls got...so did boys if it wasn’t a bad enough incident to ge the paddle.
 
I was good at English.

Good at making friends.

Best at being a bad influence!


I went to a private catholic school, taught by Nuns and so mostly I became good at setting a bad example for my friends! ;) I was always the one putting on face makeup and telling the nuns it was cream for acne, showing the other girls how to hike the waistband of our uniform dresses up over the belt to make a mini skirt as soon as we got beyond the walls of the school, how to flirt with the boys from the neighboring boys' school.
 
I loved high school. No truancy.
Worked in vice principal's office during one of my study halls.

Wrote a column for the school newspaper which everyone liked.

Was active in several clubs and especially liked French Club. Helped to organize a dinner where everyone made & brought a French dish.
 
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I was just plain good
Didn’t even know it

Worked nights
Slept days…in class…when I went
The principal, Mr Weigard, greeted me in the hall one of the days I’d shown up.

ā€˜Well, now, Mr O'……, glad you could make it’
ā€˜Yeah, I’ve been sick, walking pneumonia……from asiatic flu, cough, cough’

If worked, he backed off

Come to think about it, I never thanked Heather for filling in the grade books
She may very well have been the reason I made it to the senior year

Gosh, she had a nice hind end
Another reason to attend

But

I had this job
A really good one
The best

When we moved closer to town, I got an evening job at a rather posh restaurant.
The Hillvilla, up on Terwilliger blvd
It worked well with my junior year schedule.
Work till 11pm…sleep through class…if I went.

Washing pots and pans.
My first day, I ran a sink full of water, hot and cold.
The owner, Ed Palaske, reminded me of Mr McGoo, kindly, gently turned off the cold water.
Hot water and steam came outta the tap.
ā€˜We don’t use cold water. It’s not so sanitary.’
His forearms looked like lobsters…no hair, red, much like a burn victim.
Lou, the cook, doing a great impression of Ed Asner, just leaned on the counter and grinned.
Damn, I’d never known hot water up till then.
The crab pots and pans, from making crab louie, did loosen up better.

Then I graduated to the salad bar.
Much like a bar tender.
The waitresses would come up, order, and I’d prep, sip a coke and munch on crackers.

This one waitress, guess she was in her late thirties, would tell me dirty jokes and chit chat when ordering.
She had blonde hair, all pulled back, like Kim Novak in Vertigo…..rather buxom….like my dad’s Police gazette gals.
I had fantasies about her while I was sleeping in class.

Sometimes a dignitary would call me over,
ā€˜Hey sport, here’s a buck, get me a pack of Winstons outta the machine….keep the change.’

If a patron didn’t like their meal, one of us would get it.
Damn, it was good.

After my shift, and the upstairs was closing, I’d head downstairs and get another coke from the bar, and if lucky, I’d chat more with Kim Novak, and watch her sit there, undulating.

I think that was my best high school job.
I know it was.

So, I was good at that
 
I was good at English.

Good at making friends.

Best at being a bad influence!


I went to a private catholic school, taught by Nuns and so mostly I became good at setting a bad example for my friends! ;) I was always the one putting on face makeup and telling the nuns it was cream for acne, showing the other girls how to hike the waistband of our uniform dresses up over the belt to make a mini skirt as soon as we got beyond the walls of the school, how to flirt with the boys from the neighboring boys' school.

I went to a public HS but did go to a Catholic school for a few grades in elementary school.

The girls that went to our local Catholic High School all had a bad reputation....must have been true, lol. :).
 
I was good at English.

Good at making friends.

Best at being a bad influence!


I went to a private catholic school, taught by Nuns and so mostly I became good at setting a bad example for my friends! ;) I was always the one putting on face makeup and telling the nuns it was cream for acne, showing the other girls how to hike the waistband of our uniform dresses up over the belt to make a mini skirt as soon as we got beyond the walls of the school, how to flirt with the boys from the neighboring boys' school.

Boy did you bring back memories of my catholic high school days. Every morning we had to kneel on the floor and the nun would check if our uniform touched the floor and be longer then your knees. If it wasn't you got in trouble. Then as soon as we left school we would hike up our uniform. And when we went to dances the priest would be at the door and check every girls outfits. When the Twist came out we weren't allowed to dance to it. So a group would form a circle and in the middle we would be doing the Twist as long as the Priest didn't see you. I wonder now would they would do if they knew what we did behind the bleachers !Hahaha
 
Boy did you bring back memories of my catholic high school days. Every morning we had to kneel on the floor and the nun would check if our uniform touched the floor and be longer then your knees. If it wasn't you got in trouble. Then as soon as we left school we would hike up our uniform. And when we went to dances the priest would be at the door and check every girls outfits. When the Twist came out we weren't allowed to dance to it. So a group would form a circle and in the middle we would be doing the Twist as long as the Priest didn't see you. I wonder now would they would do if they knew what we did behind the bleachers !Hahaha

YASSSSSS!!!!!!!!

Omg the things we did! :badgirl: :fun: :giggle:
 
Really good at two things...…..Speech & Drama Class and Typing Class. The rest of my high school classes, basically between ok and poor. IOW, I was one of those in the bottom of the class, when it came to certain class grades. One thing I was SUPER at...……..attendance! Only days I missed in high school were the days that the school was closed due to snow. At graduation, I was called up on the stage and given a 4-Year Perfect Attendance Award...…..mainly due to my Guardian Parents, not me!
 
Even when the Principal was still allowed to hit students...it was only males, never females....at least in all the schools I went to.

Detention is what girls got...so did boys if it wasn’t a bad enough incident to ge the paddle.

It wasn't supposed to be females in our school either, but it didn't stop the sadistic teachers who got their rocks off on it..and I was at what was classed as a very good school.. When punishment was dished out it was supposed to be across the palms only thus...
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This was the thick leather belt ( tawse)

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,,but there was a few teachers who would lash out to girls, but not just on the hands, could be anywhere and everywhere. Face. head, arms legs,.. everywhere...
 
It wasn't supposed to be females in our school either, but it didn't stop the sadistic teachers who got their rocks off on it..and I was at what was classed as a very good school.. When punishment was dished out it was supposed to be across the palms only thus...
6f67fddcdfc37e066598ad7b01a622c0.jpg


This was the thick leather belt ( tawse)

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,,but there was a few teachers who would lash out to girls, but not just on the hands, could be anywhere and everywhere. Face. head, arms legs,.. everywhere...

Yikes! I’m not sure about HS but I know that a wooden type paddle was used in grade school. I remember this because one boy received quite a few whacks for something he did and then I heard he was having kidney problems so he was hit higher than should have been.

I also had a crush on him, as did every girl in that school.

We all liked the bad boys. :)
 
One thing I was SUPER at...……..attendance! Only days I missed in high school were the days that the school was closed due to snow. At graduation, I was called up on the stage and given a 4-Year Perfect Attendance Award
Ah, you were that guy

Thank you

Things just average out sometimes
 
English, lit and journalism were my best subjects. I worked on the school newspaper and was the yearbook editor my senior year. I sang in the choir my freshman year only. I was pretty good at staying out of trouble, or at least not getting caught.....LOL.

I played Cello in the school orchestra, never great at it really, so I didn't bother any more after I left school.
 
Had a steady girl through highschool starting freshman and ended after I had to leave for college. Worked in a grocery store through HS so not active. Cut school several time a year to go downtown Chicago and mess around and act goofy.
 


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