A lot of kids are graduating high school and as usual… it makes me feel old. I remember high school like it was yesterday but obviously, since I check mark the “over 30” box, it definitely was not yesterday.
This isn’t one of those “kids today don’t know how easy they have it” posts. Those can be so annoying; every generation has something different to contend with. But I thought I would share some amusing antidotes from my lovely high school years. Cause I figured you might need a good laugh
So, when I was a senior in high school, pagers started to become a big thing. Everyone was starting to get them. Certain numbers meant certain codes. For example, if you paged someone with your phone number and then put “9-1-1” after it, it meant “call me back NOW!”
So, students are starting to get pagers and my high school was not down with that. Apparently, only drug dealers have pagers. No, I did not make that up. That’s what the school said. No joke. We also had letters sent home to parents that pagers would be confiscated and that our high school was not “that type” of school.
We actually had parents come down to the school, irate, because some teacher had confiscated their child’s pager that they had purchased for them. A lot of parents were buying their kids pagers so they could keep in touch with their kids after school.
But my school still operated under the assumption that if you had a pager and a bag of Skittles in your pocket, you were dealing. Period. End of story.
Ah, high school…
But you could go to the student store during class, and buy all the candy your little adolescent heart could desire. Hey, we had our priorities. Asking the teacher for a hall pass to go to the restroom, meant booking it to the student store, buying some Sour Straws, stuffing them into your pocket and rushing back to class before your teacher really started to notice your absence.
Was this allowed? Absolutely not. But everyone did it. See the trick was to make sure a student you knew and were friends with, was working the store during the period you wanted to go. If not, forget it. There were some real “student store sticklers” who were adamant that candy could only be purchased before and after school, and during lunch only. But they would let you buy a pencil if you needed that.
Whatever dude. A pencil is not going to get me through back to back science and economics classes, K?
High school was sometimes a vacuous realm of cliques, hormones, and final exams. But some parts are funny. Some parts remind me of how life was a bit easier back then… and how I’d give anything to have a Sour Straw right about now.