Yet another traditional high school pastime that makes me want to eat rocks.
You know what's really, REALLY fun?
Going to your sister's Catholic school graduation, from the same middle school you once went to, where they tourted you pretty much daily about the ridiculous "dress code". The same school where the assistant principal will basically crucify you for breathing the wrong way, and sends kids home for wearing their gym uniforms on the wrong day.
Oh yeah, did I mention that I went to this graduation wearing a low cut, spaghetti-stap black dress?
One of the most entertianing moments of my life. Especially the part where Mrs. Coker told me she loved my dress, right in front of my ex-assistant principal, who was clearly lamenting the fact that she couldn't tell me to go home and change. Revenge is SWEET.
Of course, karma then kicked me in the ass by giving me a driving hour at 6 AM on Monday. But, oh well. SO worth it.
Going to your sister's Catholic school graduation, from the same middle school you once went to, where they tourted you pretty much daily about the ridiculous "dress code". The same school where the assistant principal will basically crucify you for breathing the wrong way, and sends kids home for wearing their gym uniforms on the wrong day.
Oh yeah, did I mention that I went to this graduation wearing a low cut, spaghetti-stap black dress?
One of the most entertianing moments of my life. Especially the part where Mrs. Coker told me she loved my dress, right in front of my ex-assistant principal, who was clearly lamenting the fact that she couldn't tell me to go home and change. Revenge is SWEET.
Of course, karma then kicked me in the ass by giving me a driving hour at 6 AM on Monday. But, oh well. SO worth it.