More High School Memories
One of the strange things about my high school was that it actually had a racquetball court.
No one used it ofcourse, except for one day, when a group of us affectionately and ironically formed the Danger Club (ironic since we did nothing that required high adventure of any sort).
In the court, we assembled a large group of 30 or more people. We announced that we were about to make a pact and that anyone who would not want to participate had to leave immediately before knowing what the oath would be. Otherwise you were in. Many scrambled for the door, no doubt in fear that someone was bound to eat a hard-boiled egg out of the crack of someone else’s ass.
Then the announcement came. From that day onward, we were all to wear the exact same clothes that we were wearing at that moment, day after day, until someone broke the oath and changed their style. You were allowed to wash the clothes all you wanted but you had to wear the same shirt and pants all day, everyday until the pact was broken. You weren’t allowed to tell anyone what you were doing either, and if anyone happened to become suspicious, you had to play ignorant and say “I just felt like wearing this today”.
I’d say the oath lasted about a week before my locker partner Ken cracked and got caught telling someone. As punishment, the rest of us dressed him one day in women’s clothing and put him in gaudy make-up.
He had to go to his classes dressed like this and if anyone asked why he was dressed like Klinger from MASH, he had to exclaim “I just felt like wearing this today”.
I think Ken was kicked out of Mr. Istvan’s social studies class and even sent home but true to his word, he never let on that he lost a bet that day.
I used to think that we were really quite quirky and clever in high school, but I’ve come to realize, we all just really needed girlfriends.
No one used it ofcourse, except for one day, when a group of us affectionately and ironically formed the Danger Club (ironic since we did nothing that required high adventure of any sort).
In the court, we assembled a large group of 30 or more people. We announced that we were about to make a pact and that anyone who would not want to participate had to leave immediately before knowing what the oath would be. Otherwise you were in. Many scrambled for the door, no doubt in fear that someone was bound to eat a hard-boiled egg out of the crack of someone else’s ass.
Then the announcement came. From that day onward, we were all to wear the exact same clothes that we were wearing at that moment, day after day, until someone broke the oath and changed their style. You were allowed to wash the clothes all you wanted but you had to wear the same shirt and pants all day, everyday until the pact was broken. You weren’t allowed to tell anyone what you were doing either, and if anyone happened to become suspicious, you had to play ignorant and say “I just felt like wearing this today”.
I’d say the oath lasted about a week before my locker partner Ken cracked and got caught telling someone. As punishment, the rest of us dressed him one day in women’s clothing and put him in gaudy make-up.
He had to go to his classes dressed like this and if anyone asked why he was dressed like Klinger from MASH, he had to exclaim “I just felt like wearing this today”.
I think Ken was kicked out of Mr. Istvan’s social studies class and even sent home but true to his word, he never let on that he lost a bet that day.
I used to think that we were really quite quirky and clever in high school, but I’ve come to realize, we all just really needed girlfriends.
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