not this cute anymore!I chose to make friends with the principals.. and I believe it paid off.
My junior year our high school got a new Vice Principal... Mr. True. He was a less handsome version of Guy Smiley from Sesame Street (yes, I have always thought Guy Smiley was handsome.) Mr. True was a nice man, but tragically he would torcher the students by wearing THE TIGHTEST WHITEST pants about once a week. They looked (and probably felt) terrible. My friends and I soon started calling him Mr. Tighty Whitey.. and the nickname stuck. When Francine started driving her white Ford later that year, we also gave the car the nickname of Tighty Whitey because we liked saying it so much.
Our head principal, Mr. Boyd, was a weird guy.. I believe he had a few health issues because he twitched and stammered and stuttered when he talked. I learned to like him though and found after a few months of kissing up, I could get anything I wanted. I could get out of any class anytime.. in fact, I could get several others out of class-- without explanation. I would order 20+ dozen donuts for the band or choir- (just because) and we threw some incredible student government parties.. paid for by the school, of course. I also got several parking tickets my senior year. And when I say several, I mean about once a week. For some reason I felt entitled to park in the back of the school next to the student government room... especially when I was carrying in tons of posters, boxes, ect. I didn't really care if it was a teacher's parking lot.. but apparently somebody DID. Every time I got a ticket, I would put it in my glove box of my car. At the end of the year, I took the pile of tickets and went into Mr. Boyd's office. It was the last week of school and he was being all sentimental talking about how much he enjoyed working with me. I thought it was a good time to ask how much he really loved me. He looked confused until I put all the parking tickets on his desk. He said, "How many are there?" I responded with, "Probably 25. And you're not going to make me pay for them, are you?" He smiled and said, "Of course not." He cleared them off my record and I graduated without having to deal with the fines. I learned quickly how to spell princiPAL.
My junior year our high school got a new Vice Principal... Mr. True. He was a less handsome version of Guy Smiley from Sesame Street (yes, I have always thought Guy Smiley was handsome.) Mr. True was a nice man, but tragically he would torcher the students by wearing THE TIGHTEST WHITEST pants about once a week. They looked (and probably felt) terrible. My friends and I soon started calling him Mr. Tighty Whitey.. and the nickname stuck. When Francine started driving her white Ford later that year, we also gave the car the nickname of Tighty Whitey because we liked saying it so much.
Our head principal, Mr. Boyd, was a weird guy.. I believe he had a few health issues because he twitched and stammered and stuttered when he talked. I learned to like him though and found after a few months of kissing up, I could get anything I wanted. I could get out of any class anytime.. in fact, I could get several others out of class-- without explanation. I would order 20+ dozen donuts for the band or choir- (just because) and we threw some incredible student government parties.. paid for by the school, of course. I also got several parking tickets my senior year. And when I say several, I mean about once a week. For some reason I felt entitled to park in the back of the school next to the student government room... especially when I was carrying in tons of posters, boxes, ect. I didn't really care if it was a teacher's parking lot.. but apparently somebody DID. Every time I got a ticket, I would put it in my glove box of my car. At the end of the year, I took the pile of tickets and went into Mr. Boyd's office. It was the last week of school and he was being all sentimental talking about how much he enjoyed working with me. I thought it was a good time to ask how much he really loved me. He looked confused until I put all the parking tickets on his desk. He said, "How many are there?" I responded with, "Probably 25. And you're not going to make me pay for them, are you?" He smiled and said, "Of course not." He cleared them off my record and I graduated without having to deal with the fines. I learned quickly how to spell princiPAL.
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Janet, I LOVE all of your high school memories. You were so funny!
You are seriously hilarious. I can't believe how entertaining all these stories are. I have seriously been looking forward to each entry and I didn't even know you back then. Why is your life so interesting to the rest of the world? Probably because you are a superstar.
Speaking of all your many talents, HOW are you posting all of these in your homeless situation? I know you don't have a computer at your side... yet mysteriously all these stories keep posting everyday. You really are amazing. wishing you and your fam the BEST! miss you!
Wow, you got GUTS girl! I would have been terrified to chat with my principal like that!!
Jan, you forgot ONE thing about Mr. True. He totally flirted and checked out all the pretty girls. Sick.
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