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He we go. Just me and myself now. I can write whatever I want and Mrs. Wesbecher can’t read it. To this point I have wrote about a lot of fun things I have done throughout high school, but that was just the PG version. Sophomore year is when things really began to heat up. One day over at Alex’s we found the key to his parents liquor cabinet. We did exactly what 15 year old guys would do, took some sips and wow did we think we were badasses. Looking back opening the cabinet taking a few sips and locking it back up really quick was quite comical. One night during Sophomore year it was Alex, Cal, and I, Alex drank a lot and we started to walk around town (no license yet). We walked around town for a long time with Alex’s sloppy ass. After a while …show more content…
We started to freak out and Luke Worley had to take the lock off and piece by piece deconstruct it and dig the key out. After he put it back together it never quite worked right but it looked fine so we left it. Luke became known as the “Locksmith” after this night. Sophomore year continued with the same antics including some night where the three fucksties would spend the night and drink together, man those were great times.
As Junior year rolled around things began to get more interesting. There was a liquor store in Belleville that sold to minors and one night Alan, Alex, Cal, and I went to Max’s One Stop together and bought a ton of alcohol. It was hilarious and we made it just weeks before the cops raided the place and forced them to start checking ID. Junior year was fun with many fun nights but it really didn’t heat up until the end of the year when I went to my first real big party. Will Hogan was a senior at the time and he threw a darty for his grade and invited only four of us juniors. It was really fun and my first experience at a real party. Things started to change after that. Near the end of June I got a call from Luke Worley. In Luke’s call he
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I had Ashley Gilmore as a date and I was super excited about that, I had a huge thing for Ashley and this was my opportunity to make something of it. The dance itself went pretty well but it was not until the after party things took off. Rachel Hughes threw a big party at her house after the dance. It was so funny because her parents were home the entire time. They knew guys were spending the night and they were fine with it they just did not think there would be alcohol. There was a lot of it. As Rachel’s parents were sleeping in their room we hauled in coolers full and beer and who knows whatelse. There were a ton of people in that small basement and that just added to the experience. Know to add some back story, I am sure that I remember how crazy Hunter Borger and Mckenzie Smith were all throughout high school. They were off and on and just when we thought they were finally done they would hook up, it was an absolute disaster. Well Hunter asked and went with Emily Etter to homecoming that year and it did not go over well with Mckenzie. Hunter had been back and forth between Mckenzie and Emily for years now, these two girls hated each other. We never knew why Hunter went for Emily, she never dated him, she would lead him on right to where Hunter thought he was in the clear and leave him. But at the same time we never knew why Mckenzie always took him back, he clearly liked Emily more but Mckenzie was
Earl, Charles, Jerrid and myself was all seniors in high school. Brandon and David graduated the year before us. The six of us probably went egging about three or four days out of nine days. By Tuesday came around a few of our guys started to drop off. Brandon, David, Jerrid and Charles thought we were going to get caught so they jumped ship. That Wednesday Earl and I got up with on...
Seth was a junior that year and I do not remember much from that time other than seeing him. We never really talked or associated with one another. Then, in February of 2014, we started conversing through the app Snapchat. I knew from the beginning that I really liked him. The following June, I sent him a picture of a rainbow bracelet, which led to us revealing our secrets to one another. We began talking almost everyday and quickly became more than friends. A week after we started talking we went on our first date to a hike in Norris. The hike was so wonderful. I had not had that much fun in a long time. After that magical day in Norris, we began to hang out more and more. Without a doubt, it was the best summer of my
Walking into Walnut Hills High School right now would have anyone thinking the just walked into the middle of a tornado. Everyone you look there are students running in and out of doors, in and out of cars, and most certainly either turning in missing assignments or retaking tests. There is only one way for you to explain all this ciaos, Senior Year, the year that all teens await with so much excitement and ambition and the year that every single hour long study dates pays off. For the class of 2021 this isn’t just their final year at Walnut Hills this is the year that friends separate and head off to their different university to follow their dreams.
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
I was told that this, my junior year, would be the easiest year of my high school career. And no, they were absolutely wrong. It was not just school and grades that I was concern about either. I had other things to worry about, things like, driving, clubs, friends and family. I however had no idea that it would be this difficult. Throughout this school year I have learned many things; like the value of sleep, whose really your friend, and that although very important, grades are not everything.
School got out and there was a party where there would be drugs at but
At our pep rally we all just kind of stood in shock for a while, then the fun started. We all “moved up”, the freshmen walked over to the sophomore spot, the sophomores to the junior spot, the juniors to the senior spot, and the seniors just all walked out. It was a very eventful day and it probably could not have gone better. The biggest plot twist of all time happened, as well as the biggest drug addict and rudest person of Mount Juliet got arrested with two
I walked into the house where the "party of the century" was going to be held. I was psyched to be going. At the time I was a little naive freshman invited to my first official high school party at a senior’s house. I was at the party no more than 30 minutes when this boy offered me a drink. Thinking nothing of it, I agreed. He brought back a half-filled cup.
After we put the weed away, we sat there laughing, joking, eating and just having fun, thinking we were good to go. Minutes later, a knock came at the door, making each of our heart beats come to a halting stop. As the door opened, the dean appeared like a ghost in the night and we all knew we were busted.
As I headed down the rickety stairs into the basement I was immediately hit with the strong smell of frat boy mixed with alcohol. Sure, I’ve been to parties but those were high school parties and this was a college party. The two were different species of party. Any of my prior experience with college parties was through a television screen munching on a bowl of popcorn. But, compared to the frat houses in my film memory this one was far nastier. The mostly unfinished basement was dawned with hard concrete floors and filled with sweaty bodies clinging onto red cups.
After my birthday weekend, my family and I, all went to Harbor Island for a week or so. It was the family tradition to usually go there on my birthday, but this year we went the week after, so that meant no skating for me for awhile. I always go out to eat the Saturday after my birthday once I get back from the beach, but that year I went to the beach early the Saturday after my birthday till the next Sunday, and then out to eat the Saturday after we got back. That meant three Saturdays of no skating. BUt back to the real story, after all my friends were done coming up to me, I was ready to go skate. I noticed the floor was really shiny but I now had forgotten about my new slick skates that I had gotten at my birthday party the week before. I went out on the floor, made a few laps around and then one of my favorite songs came on. I looked around for my brother and his friends, but they were nowhere to be found, so I just started doing my own thing. I started swaying my skates in and out of each other, where the wheels would touch. By this time I wasn’t looking down at my feet anymore, and somebody I really liked walked in the door and It caught my attention. You know the puppy love, the guy who you fall head over heels for when you’re ten years old. Well that was him, he was older and my brother said I wasn't allowed to have a
It was just last summer when a young boy and girl went to one of the biggest parties before the start of their senior year in high school. In the state of Ohio, there are some pretty crazy parties held by teenagers, whose rich parents just happen to be away from their multi-million dollar lake house for the weekend. It was just like that scene you see in all movies, where the music is blaring, plastic cups filled with substances that they shouldn’t have, the occasional illegal drug(s) and of course hundreds of teenagers from all around the area, who are clueless to what they have done the night before when they wake up.
One Saturday night, Kasi, Beth, Beka, Amy, and I had nothing to do. Like always, at times like this, we decided we would ride around town. We let the top down on Kasi’s vehicle. It was a red Jeep Wrangler, with red interior and big mud tires. We climbed in the Jeep one by one until we were all inside. Amy, Beka, and Beth all sat in the back after a fight about who had said “shotgun” first. The back was the most uncomfortable. The Jeep was only built for two backseat passengers, so with three back there, it was a tough ride. Kasi and I slid into the front seats. We strapped on our seatbelts, trying to convince the three of them in the back to do so. Our friends did not want to bother strapping in because they were too crowded, and there were only two seatbelts anyway. I was sixteen at the time, and they were all seventeen. We were the perfect picture of youth, five young girls packed into a Jeep with shorts, sweatshirts, and ball caps on.
It was over Thanksgiving break, and my friend Katie was having a party; actually, a three day party, to be exact. Her parents were out of town and it seemed like she invited the whole school. Everywhere you walked inside the house you had to hold your beer over your head because there was a good chance it would get knocked out of your hand otherwise. All of my friends were there, celebrating our four day “freedom” from school. Everyone drank and laughed and danced, and I’m pretty sure we were smoking some funny things. If I had to guess, I would say that there were about two hundred people there at a time. The first night passed without incident, everyone peacefully coexisting; the second night got a little rowdy when kids from our rival school showed up and tried to crash the party; the third night was just pure stupidity.
On June 13, 2011, I woke up a happy and excited 17 year old for it was my graduation day and that meant no more high school, no more nagging teachers, and no more drama. I met my friends and my boyfriend Andrew in the school parking lot and away we went to practice graduation. After we had practiced walking and getting our diplomas we all went to lunch and discussed what we had wanted to do with the rest of our lives. After what we had thought to be one of the last lunches together I went to Andrews house to hang out for a bit. We talked about him going away and me staying here and all of the normal stuff that applies in a relationship when one goes away.