I have a ton of funny anecdotes from high school, some of which aren't long enough for a blog post, so I decided to make a compilation of weird or amusing stories from that time. From Rubik's cube savants to a kid accidentally running into a sliding glass door, it was certainly an eventful place.
In my senior year, my friend and I both took P.E., as it was a required class. Gotta have a certain amount of P.E. credits to graduate, bleah. Neither of us were that into it, and didn't really like sports.
Sometimes the class would do some walking/jogging/running/whatever before going down to the field for whatever sport we were doing, and the two of us were generally the slowest. Other people were actually trying to make decent time, and we were leisurely walking along. We would chat, complain about the steep hill along the way, and otherwise not take fitness seriously.
As an added bonus, sometimes we'd get partway through, and my friend would announce that she had to pee. So for the rest of the walk, we'd joke around about that, singing "BATHROOM, BATHROOM, BATHROOOOOOOOOOM!!!" We'd finally reach the field, and the other kids would be looking at us like we were crazy. Haven't they ever seen two people take forty years to walk a mile, and then loudly sing about bathrooms like two-year-olds?
We also hated doing softball, and called it agonyball. We tried to do as little as possible in that sport, hanging back in line so we didn't have to go up to bat. And when we were out on the field with a catcher's mitt, we just hoped the rock, er, ball wouldn't come our way.
...Looking back, I sometimes wonder how we had decent grades in that class.
The Striped Tree
At one of the charter schools I went to, our campus had both junior high and high school kids. There was a special-needs kid in junior high who liked to run screaming at a certain tree and crash into it. You'd think that would majorly hurt, but he seemed to find it a fun activity.
Anyway, one day two smart-alecky boys in my class decided to paint yellow stripes on the trunk of said tree, "so he'll see the tree and not run into it any more!" This didn't amuse the principal, who made them scrub the tree. The paint didn't come off, though, so we just had a yellow-striped tree from then on.
Oh, and the kid still ran into the tree on a regular basis.
Burn Baby Burn
One sunny day when we had some free time, one of the boys was sitting outside playing with a magnifying glass. He was burning paper, bits of grass, wood chips, a few unfortunate ants... My friend and I were sitting there watching him for a while as he made wisps of smoke rise from various materials. He even colored some of the paper black to make it burn better.
The Danger of Sheds
One day, two of the boys were doing something in the shed, and a bug fell on the shoulder of one boy. The other kid hurriedly brushed it off, and it turned out to be a black widow. They proceeded to capture it in a jar, then showed it to all the kids like, "Yeah, So-and-So narrowly evaded being bitten by a venomous spider."
And Then There Were Flowers
One day in class, we had some free time, and were doing random things. I was bored and there were markers, and I had the idea to start doodling on my friend's arm. By the end of the period, she had an impressive tattoo sleeve with flowers and artistic swirls. It took days for the ink to disappear.
The Play That Consumed Us
In drama class, the teacher bought copies of a play called 'Johnny Squeaky', and we rehearsed it for a long while. It was a comedy, with wacky dialogue and odd characters. My friend played a teenage girl who was kind of an airhead. As an added bonus, her character was also madly in love. She and the other kid had to do scenes where they were running into each other's arms and pretending to be all lovey-dovey, and it was comically awkward.
We also went over that play so many times. So, so many times. After a while, we were all sick of rehearsing that play. And yet, it also consumed our brains. We would reference that play in everyday conversation.
The performance was also interesting. The kid who played Johnny Squeaky wore a fake mustache, which didn't want to stay on his face. He kept delivering his lines while holding his hand against his upper lip. Then at some point, the mustache fell off. Apparently, everyone just stared at it for a moment, then continued on like it never happened. The mustache remained on the floor for the rest of the play.
There was also a lawyer with two assistants, one of which was me. The contrast between me and the other girl was interesting. She was using her fancy smartphone as a prop, while I brought an old cell phone my brother gave me to play with when I was a kid. It had a little monochrome screen and an antenna you could pull out. Oh well, I guess it kind of matched the lawyer's computer, which was a beat-up old laptop we got from somewhere. It was missing a few keys, and probably had Windows 95 or 98 installed on it.
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