Hellion's on parade

Okay, since lovely high school went into so many different directions for me, all at the same time btw, I'm gonna take it easy on everyone and divide it up for you. Over the next week i suppose, instead of going in order, i'll grab a subject and write about that. Most of the thing have to do with each other, but their were so many different groups and people that explaining them together and all is just as confusing to write about as it is to read about.

Let's start with FREAK HALL.

Yes everyone, fucking Freak Hall. The hall that everyone is school knew of, but never wanted to talk about. Its actual location is near Bay City Central's courtyard. As walking up the sidewalk on the right side, it was the middle hall that leads directly to the stairwell. This is the area where we all made a name for ourselves. It started out innocently enough as Randy Badour, Russ Batzer, and myself hanging out there each morning. We sat there everyday talking about music, wrestling, and other awesome stuff until class started, then didn't show back up there until the next morning. Over Sophomore year it grew into a phenomenon, picking up Tom Hardy, Mike McMann, Ryan Casteneda, Brandon, Matt, Dan Aherns, the rest of the normal crew, and about 15 others by the end of Junior year. The problem was that we caused so much shit in that hall/around school that by Senior year, anyone who was caught hanging out in the hallway would be suspended from school immediately.

We would honestly cause more trouble than it was really worth. Pounding on doors near the lockers where the exchange students sat, grabbing trash cans and just waiting to scare someone with them unexpectedly walking through the wrong doors. I don't know how many times I volunteered to ride inside the trash can flipping down the stairs. Random wrestling matches breaking out weekly, as well as real fights breaking out weekly too. Every time as certain "Dirt Smurf" walked by (that was nickname for an actual person) we'd of course yell at him. He was an asshole and deserved it. Bringing boom boxes in everyday and jamming Metallica way too loud for school. For a long time it was either you were with us (friends) or against us.

The best thing were the things everyone took part in for a long time. Maybe we'll call them the longevity trials. For instance, Mike McMann would take one of the drop ceiling tiles out of the ceiling each day...every day. And of course each day it would get replaced. Now this was fun because he didn't leave it there just to get replaced, he smashed them into bits. So, we always enjoyed seeing how many days we could go doing this before someone had enough nerve to come ask us what the hell is happening to them. (dumb? yes, but come on, it's high school). Another task was absolutely insane. Once everyone started hanging out there in the morning and then at lunch also, we decided to start throwing our trash up into the area between the drop ceiling and the actual ceiling. We hid it all quite well by no longer breaking ceiling tiles, just pushing one up, chucking it all in then sealing it back up. Well, after doing this for about 6 months, it was piling up good. Pop bottles, boxes from 7-11, and any garbage we had all went up there. We started to notice that the ceiling was sagging. Laughing as usual, we continued to this until summer vacation. Once the school year began again, I couldn't believe that all the shit was still up there, so it began again. This lasted for about another month before it finally collapsed one night. when I got to school the next morning there were two janitors with shovels picking all of our shit up. Wow, I wish it would've fallen when we were there. I would've had tears in my eyes laughing so hard.

Many other great times occurred in this hallway. Once some dipshit tried to pick a fight with me for the usual reasons. He picked me up like a donkey allowing me to have his head under my arm. Well, wrestling I guess turned me onto DDTing his head into the solid floor. He never came by us again. Or how I got suspended for knocking nigga Shawn on his ass in the courtyard at lunch while his Dad was in town (The once every 3 years trip,embarrassing) From writing on the walls everyday with permanent markers to locking all the doors on other students so they had to knock to get in, such good times. This hall got me into so much crap that I often was called to the assistant principals office 3 times a week. Not because I was in trouble, they were trying to use my as an informant. If something went wrong there, they called my in. If someone did something in the cafeteria, they called me. That office assumed that I knew everything that was going on in the school, and I had no friggin clue about anything. I hated that school and didn't want to know more than I had to, but they somehow knew only my name, and I was there mule.

Anywho, the Freak Hall rocked and I really miss those guys. More tomorrow about THE CREW, and the fun shit outside of school...how about Jenny, Stacy (my girlfriend for awhile), everyone else in the goddamned west side of Bay City, nigga Shawn's grandma's vans (hahahah), and Rob Ollette driving his first car under damn school bus on the bridge like the dipshit he is.

Music - Metallica (DUH)