So, I guess this is part three of that east coast thing, and this one actually brings back memories of me taking a high school trip to said city - NOT for the American History lesson, but solely to skate. I was so frigging amped to skate that we got grounded our first night away because we went to a restaurant, tried to order beer, got denied, and came back past curfew. Our teacher ragged us out because "Washington is the murder capital of the United States" and I thought that was sort of a lie at the time. Regardless, I tried sneaking my skate onto the bus when we were going from our hotel to downtown, but the teacher was there to intercept it. So we ended up going to Pulaski, without our boards. That sucked. I wrote so many great essays for that dude too. Like, 2 or 3 of them.
*side note: the same teacher told my friend he was "intellectually pissing in the wind" for mentioning Hitler's one nut at the end of one of his papers.
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