my elementary school art teacher was a cool ass hippie. she had a clay jar that said “fairy dust” on it that had glitter in it and she’d sprinkle it on our heads. she gave us animal crackers. smelled like patchouli. she abruptly left around when I was in third or fourth grade. apparently she had cancer and a year or two after that, she went to a gas station, doused herself in gasoline, and set herself on fire, killing herself.
also. my elementary school science teacher was cool as fuck and everyone loved him. he would bring in his pet iguana and let us have water bottles at our DESKS. this was a big deal in fifth grade, for sure. I thought he was so great I gave him my prized possession of dead moths that I collected. a couple of years ago he got in a fight with his adult son and his son shot him and killed him. vvvvveeerrrrryyyyyyyy small town so it was unbelievably shocking. kind of still is.
No, no one wrote with a sharpie on the outside of the third story window. I did it, on the inside, mirrored.
Worked at McDonald’s my senior year. We used to have our girlfriends come over after closing (12: 30a) we would drink, watch porn and go fuck in the ballpit/playground area.
I gave my girlfriend a kitten for her birthday. The secret is that I did it cause I hated her, and at least this way, I’d get to play with the kitty when I was at her house and it gave me something to look forward to.
Friends of mine sold weed at age 16 or so, I thought they could do better so I “invested” in them. They sold kilos and kilos of weed. It’s years later now and every now and then I still wonder how we never got caught and what trouble we would have gotten into if we did get caught.
Edit: Damn I didn’t expect all these upvotes. Thanks all!