yeah, I'm an 03, just graduated, I rule.
I was a generally slackerly student. I didn't cut once freshman year, but half way through sophmore year I already had 150+ cuts or something. It got worse, or better in my opinion. My GPA is like... uhhh... way low, maybe still above 2.0. I had lots of fun with school once I stopped going to class and doing work. I was never huge on school spirit, kinda quiet in the class room, shy with people I didn't know, completely nuts with those I did know. The people I knew were ocassionally knew as the wall crawlers because we hung out atop the big brick wall between the courtyard and the joint between the G and H buildings (behind the admin portable now). I was about the only one who did any climbing on the wall, though more often jumping off it.
I hung out with Mr. P a lot junior year, a little bit sophmore and junior. Best teacher/troublemaker ever. I actually share my birthday with him, so I stopped in once to say happy b-day, and we each had a little beaker of bourbon. I never actually made it to any of his birthday parties or his bachlor party, which I'm truely ashamed of. Schedual was just evil. However, I am going to his retirement party this monday, and nothing shall stand in my way. That's right, after 40 years (and intending to retire for about half that time) he's actually leaving BHS.
I was also in the small school common ground with dana richards and all. Cool stuff, but I don't have much to say about it right now.
As for a good story...
A few come to mind, but nothing great. One time I was in the park with my friend, in the fountian (that really only contains beer and urine). I was cracking a snapple bottle with a powerful torch and making little fireballs ('cause, ya know, it's fun, very safe though). When suddenly the back of my neck is grabbed and I hear, "do you have any weapons on you." I turned around to see a motorcycle cop that looks just like the guy out of terminator 2. Then half a dozen more motorcycle cops roll right up to the fountain, a couple bike cops, and two more walk up from a car, totalling just short of a dozen cops. My only explination for this over reaction is that it was only a week or two after 9/11, but honestly I don't know. Then I see Wigins and Officer Brown come over from the school. I'm just thinkin', "wow... am I ever fucked" My backpack gets searched, they don't find anything interesting, (not that there was nothing interesting to find). Then Brown starts to question me, normal shit, name address, what the hell were you thinking... so on. Then he asks, "what grade are you in", I answer junior as I was at the time. He says, "so you were here when the G building burnt down, right?" I correct him "you mean the B building? yeah." He pauses then looks me straight in the eye "did you do it?" I'm a crazy stupid person, and sometimes I like to give the more entertaining answers, fortunatly I'm not moronic enough to claim responsibility for burning down a building, so I say "no." He asks "would you tell me if you did?" Trying to just be cooprative I say, "yeah, I would." He says "oh you lie!" then starts cracking up, as do I (though generally more timidly). We got off with nothing! Never got a call home, it was off school grounds so there wasn't really an issue there, I don't think we actually broke any laws, no calls home, nothing. Wigins made some empty threats about ever catching us with that shit on campus, but I wasn't worried about that.
ah, good times. Mr P enjoyed the story, then told a few of his own and totally out did me, but whatever.