High School Stories: Part the Third

     I have a lot of interesting and funny stories from high school. Some of these you will never hear. But some you will. This is one of the latter. Since Souderton’s new high school is opening up, I figured it would be appropriate to tell a story that intimately involves the old building. Souderton’s old high school is a mess of additions, making for a very confusing floor plan that no one can figure out until the last couple days of senior year. That is actually neither here nor there or anywhere in between. What I want to tell you about is our class’ (attempted) senior prank.

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High School Stories: Part the Second

     I have a lot of interesting and funny stories from high school. Some of these you will never hear. But some you will. This is one of the latter. The next few posts from me will probably just be amusing stories. It’s been a while since I’ve noticed something worth actually RANTING about. Perhaps I’m becoming more mellow in my old age. I doubt it though, I just haven’t really felt like putting myself into a rage lately. However, if I hear Tim Tebow’s name mentioned one more time I might actually kill someone. Just seeing it in type brings me close to a murderous rage, so perhaps an actual rant is on the way. Not right now though. Sit back and enjoy this story.

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High School Stories: Part the First

     I have a lot of interesting and funny stories from high school. Some of these you will never hear. But some you will. This is one of the latter.

     Allow me to set the scene. Senior year, volleyball season. Souderton (my glorious school) has a damn good volleyball team and we also have a local rival in the team of Christopher Dock. As all good rivalries go, we hate everything that CD stands for, those private school going, pond on campus having bastards. It is the night of the big volleyball away game at CD, and my friends and I (Petey was there) stopped at a grocery store or something to get some food. While there, I buy a superball. I bounce it for a while, get bored with it, pocket it and forget about it. After a while, we get to the game and file into the bleachers, Souderton fans on one side, CD fans on the other. The game doesn’t start right away, so the students from both schools are forced to sit looking at each other and seething with rage. Tensions were mounting.

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