There was the time that a school shooting to be was rumored and everyone came to me to either get inside info or plead with me to "pass the word" to people who were supposedly going to carry out the shooting.

There was the time that two buddies of mine and myself shot rubber bands at a girl under the desk (intentionally she was doing it back at us). I guess we hit a certain spot one too many times and...uh...something reacted I'll just say.

There was the time some dude came running in the cafeteria dressed as a band member from Kiss.

There was the time(s) I casually walked to a nearby ice arena to catch my mom skating so I could have her go get me fast food real quick. If you try this these days at my school you'll be accused of terrorism.

There was the time I probably caught my Freshmen science teacher jacking it in the walk in closet. I think he was on a sexline or something. I didn't see anything, but based on his tone and what he said before he realized I was in the main room (showed up early for a final) I can come up with no other conclusion.

There was the time edczxcvbnm and I got separated because we laughed hard at the words "Polo Ponies" while the class was reading The Great Gatsby out loud. We were laughing because we both knew that we were picturing ponies playing water polo without speaking a word to each other. And yes, super EoFF oldbies, this is where we eventually got our name for our "band."

There was the time I had some sort of BS study hall class and whenever I caught up (or decided to goof off) with my work I read tons of expanded universe Star Wars novels. The teacher was cool and she only required that we weren't horsing around and talking too much.

There was the time I had watering duties for Plants and Animals. I accidentally locked myself from the main room and I was stuck in the greenhouse. So I had to walk out into the open in the middle of winter with nothing but a t-shirt and jeans to a door to get security to let me back in the main classroom and unlock the door for me. This was in full view of several classes. The school security person later told me several teachers reported me because kids in class thought I was going to shoot up the school. I forgot to mention my tenure in High School was during the Columbine Shootings (I was a Junior).

There was the time(s) a crush and I wrote each other long "love" notes. She prattled on about her day and I mostly yammered on about video games and music. It never went anywhere for some strange reason.

There was the time(s) I transformed into a demon when badminton was being played in gym. This was the only time I could shoot some sort of cock at a girl and get away with it.

There was the time me and a couple of friends had to see some school counselor because I guess they were worried we got too much grief from students and faculty post Columbine. I sort of talked to the person seriously, but I had a hard time concentrating because edczxcvbnm was busy playing with small DBZ action figures that he got for free for buying a bunch of VHS tapes from [store that I can't remember the name of that is out of business] in the mall. I want to say Sunsoft, but I know that's a video game dev.

There was the time I completely snapped on a girl I briefly dated during lunch because she came over to talk not too long after dumping me for a former friend. She said something that upset me, and I quickly stood up and yelled at her. Think I called her a bitch. One of the deans was nearby and told me to come with him. On the way to the office I did a flyby of why I was angry and to my surprise he let me off with a warning after a mandatory cool down period. Upon recalling this memory I feel bad about it because whatever happened wasn't important and I scared the piss out of my friends, so I can't imagine how she felt.

There was the time my dad showed up to school in a Marilyn Manson shirt not too long after the Principal and Vice Principal had a talk with me a a few of my friends the day after the Columbine Shooting. The talk itself was peaceful and they clearly were just trying to reach out to us rather than persecute us. However, one of the questions they asked was what our parents thought if they knew we went to the Manson show we all went to that just so happened to take place on the same day of the shooting. I stumped them because I told them my dad took me to the show. Dad (when he showed up to school for unrelated reasons) was just messing with the Principal and they had a good talk.