- concussing myself on a halfway pulled down security gate.
- almost failing 9th grade history after a family member died and my teacher thought it was funny to be a bitch.
- the smell of burnt plastic as i walked into the boys bathroom and found people literally smoking crack.
- having to hike up 4 flights of stairs with half my weight in books because we only had 5 minutes between classes and it wasn't enough time to visit a locker that was too small to hold books anyway.
- spending hours outside because some jackass called in a bomb threat.
- spending hours locked in a class because some jackass brought a gun to school.
good memories are few and far between from my highschool.
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Taarsidath-an halsaam.
Quando il gioco e finito, il re e il pedone vanno nella stessa scatola
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