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Even if you hated high school, one good thing must have happened to you during those years.

Favourite high school memory...would be goofing off with my best friends during a lesson and yapping so loud that people sitting at the other end of the classroom can hear us. Another would be passing notes in class with my buddy that no one else could really understand. Oh, and having bitch-fights with my frienemies.

Some of the best nights in high school had to be described to me later because I barely remember them.

graduating...

RandomAnthony wrote: "Some of the best nights in high school had to be described to me later because I barely remember them."

Not my favorite memory, but one of the most memorable involved my history teacher walking through the study hall right before I had his class, and grabbing my ear in one hand and Hugh's in another and leading us to class by the ear to make sure that we attended. After a week or so I looked at him and said we get the idea, we'll come to class, and he looked at me and said "I know, but I enjoy this"

Another was when we came back in to school from smoking, and the vice principal (who was standing by the door when we went out) stopped me as I came in the door, and I was thinking I was in some kind of trouble, and all he said was you have a new whole in your shirt. Sure enough a seed must have popped and burnt a hole in my shirt. That was just surreal, as nothing else happened.

I think my favorite memory was cutting school on a Friday afternoon, and going over to a cheerleaders house to drink. They had to go back to school to lead a pep rally, but were afraid since they were already drunk, so we took their cheerleading outfits and lead the pep rally in outfits that didn't come close to fitting most of us.

time to reinstate the title :)

Well, I finally... no that didn't happen until after high school. Band. Band was the only good thing about high school.

The smell of diesel fumes as the band bus brought us home after away football games. And all the trips to parades, shows, etc. Best memories.

Hmmm. Probably chemistry in the 11th grade. My closest friends and I just mentally checked out and goofed off in the back of the class.

Nothing. High school and I really didn't get along.

Meeting Charlie Lawrence. Sigh. He was my first love. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on him.

Speaking of remembering, there was a piece on 60 Minutes last night about a group of people who've been identified as being able to recall not only what day of the week any given date in the past was, but exactly what happened on that day. It was fascinating in that these people were otherwise "normal" people, although they did lean toward having OCD traits.

Actress Marilu Henner is one of them!

Scans of their brains seem to indicate larger than normal temporal lobes.

They can literally recall any day in their past as though it just happened. One said it was as if there was a DVD in her head that she could search through and choose any particular scene, and then almost relive the experience.

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/1...

I saw part of that, it was scary watching them recall things 25 - 30 years ago.

favorite high school memory: turning in an essay in Latin I that was so good my teacher (Sister Mary Alisa OSM) brought it to her classics seminar with my permission. 2nd favorite memory: giving the "history" of our sophomore year at our graduation. 3rd: first french class where our 1st phrase was "ou est la biblioteque" and someone said, "that's good for Michele but the rest of us need to learn how to say where is the bathroom." and everyone laughed.

All of the classes that I cut so I could go do something much more fun (and probably illegal) with friends.

My entire senior year, 1980-81. Good times.

That's my year (though I graduated a semester early so I could get a second job).

Watching my prim and proper friend scream and hug the boy (a stranger) next to her when the football team scored;
another p and p friend saying "I wouldn't throw him out of bed for eating crackers" then blushing furiously;
going into school late with one friend to convince another to skip - we weren't, uh, sober - and the lunchlady coming up to us "You know what I'm going to say to you, right?" um, we reek of the reefer? Everyone knows? We're heading straight for juvie? "Put those chairs back when you're done."

There are lots of fun memories from high school. We had an East Indian math teacher. Consequently, the entire school learned about hyper-bowlies (hyperboles) and in-tee-gers (integers). It wasn't till post high school that we learned the correct pronounciation.

Our biology teacher was tall, gangly, and absent-minded. He could have easily been the one who started the urban legend of the teacher who reached into his pocket, pulled out a sandwich instead of a frog, and said, "Gee, I ate my sandwich..." One day, there was a knock at the door. After he answered it he turned to the class, extended his arm and hand with the middle finger pointing upwards, and pulled it back towards himself as he said, "Chuck, you're wanted at the door." He had no idea what the gesture meant, and the entire classroom erupted with laughter.

Janice wrote: "There are lots of fun memories from high school. We had an East Indian math teacher. Consequently, the entire school learned about hyper-bowlies (hyperboles) and in-tee-gers (integers). It wasn'..."

My math teacher can one-up him. One day, she was trying to help us recall what we learned, and claimed to have taught us "wrestling poker" There was an unmistakable bubble of "??" around us. She got irritated, took a marker, and wrote on the board, saying, "The Wrestling poker of A is 1 over A."

Then it clicked. Reciprocal.

Ha!

Finding my niche in 10th grade as a stoned slacker stereo monkey and still managing to wrangle a partial scholarship to Michigan State.

Sorry if your comment was meant genuinely, Louis, but I deleted it because you linked to an essay site, which always looks like spam. We delete spam in this group.

More spam deleted.

A high school memory: I had a clueless history teacher. Everybody cheated on her tests because she made it so easy that you'd be stupid not to. My friend and I climbed out the window when she was writing on the chalk board, and she never noticed we were gone.