EDIT: to clarify. this is a random memory, when I was 17. It popped into my head today. I'm 27 now.
Instead of going to the 1 hour assembly, I sneak, unnoticed, into the school garage where my bicycle is parked. I ride off unnoticed and go hide in the woods, my path home leads through it, then go home when my mother expects me at home.
(Every Friday afternoon during the school year, last hour, we had an assembly and when I did try to "escape" (which was most of the time), I managed to with a 100% success rate.
So instead of going from the classroom to the assembly hall, I went either to the toilet, then to the garage; or directly to the garage, took my bike, and rode off, waited in the woods for 1 hour, then went home.
It was a fucking good feeling, riding off, leaving the school buildings behind me).
Back to the actual post: I found out that afternoon that I failed my math exam. I then go on to type out a really long email arguing why I should get a better grade. I never sent the mail.
There weren't a lot of chads and stacies at my school, actually whole 9-12th grade only about 2 stacies and 2 chads, it may be different now), but either way most people went out with their friends and gfs that afternoon and evening.
I, of course, stayed at home. I've never been "out" once in my life.
Instead of going to the 1 hour assembly, I sneak, unnoticed, into the school garage where my bicycle is parked. I ride off unnoticed and go hide in the woods, my path home leads through it, then go home when my mother expects me at home.
(Every Friday afternoon during the school year, last hour, we had an assembly and when I did try to "escape" (which was most of the time), I managed to with a 100% success rate.
So instead of going from the classroom to the assembly hall, I went either to the toilet, then to the garage; or directly to the garage, took my bike, and rode off, waited in the woods for 1 hour, then went home.
It was a fucking good feeling, riding off, leaving the school buildings behind me).
Back to the actual post: I found out that afternoon that I failed my math exam. I then go on to type out a really long email arguing why I should get a better grade. I never sent the mail.
There weren't a lot of chads and stacies at my school, actually whole 9-12th grade only about 2 stacies and 2 chads, it may be different now), but either way most people went out with their friends and gfs that afternoon and evening.
I, of course, stayed at home. I've never been "out" once in my life.
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