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We were taking our band buses back to Florida from Washington D.C. so everyone was already exhausted and very ready to be home. The girls bus broke down in middle-of-nowhere North Carolina at 2 A.M. in front of a random church. The vibes in there felt like Lord of the Flies because our air conditioner had stopped working and half the girls just wanted to go back to sleep while the other half were freaking out. One girl kept trying to convince everyone that she could fix the bus herself. Had we been in there longer, we may have started eating each other. The boys bus dropped all their passengers at a nearby Denny's and came back to shuttle the rest of us over. This was the morning after the night of St. Patrick's Day, so half the Denny's was full of drunk adults and the other half was a bunch of dejected marching band kids. The waitresses were all wearing shamrock hats, and they danced to Celebration to try to cheer us up. We were sleeping across the booths and pushing chairs together to create makeshift beds, and it looked ridiculous. All of the Snapchat memories I have from this ordeal are absolutely delirious. Our band director could not get ahold of the bus company to send us another bus, and she started crying and had a breakdown. We all wrote her a nice thank-you note on a napkin and signed it for her. That morning/afternoon, we finally got another bus sent to us, which then took us to a Golden Corral buffet for lunch. I promptly got food poisoning from this Golden Corral and I was fighting for my life in that bathroom. Overall an insane experience. My friend had been trying to take polaroid pictures the entire D.C. trip and none of them turned out EXCEPT for the one she took of the Denny's sign. I later turned this whole situation into a comedic script for my playwriting class.
Also on this trip: some 13 year-old boys called us hoes at the Lincoln Memorial. :)
Also on this trip: some 13 year-old boys called us hoes at the Lincoln Memorial. :)
Jul 12, 2024
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food poisoning at golden corral after spending the night at dennys is the cherry on top
Jul 12, 2024
hotassbeat YEAH. my band director had to give me pepto bismol for the rest of the bus ride & i was laying on my friend watching ferris bueller's day off on the little bus TV in misery
Jul 14, 2024
Amidst the torture you were going through, you were all still kindhearted enough to write a thank you note to your director 😭
Jul 12, 2024
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🚘After growing up in the LBC (would have attended a 4000-person / 3 grade high school)
I ended up going to high school in a little rural/farming community in Oregon that didn't even have 4000 people living in it. It's a long story re: how I got there.
It was a little bit like "Footloose" in this town. Kids made their own fun, there wasn't a helluva lot going on there. A lot of students took Shop class and hung out in that (grimy) building.
Senior year, someone had their little import car (Honda, I think?) partially disassembled and then reassembled INSIDE the building. I think it happened over a weekend and we showed up on Monday and.... there was a Honda parked in senior hall. Our graduating class had maybe 150 kids so everyone knew whose it was.
I think they ended up having to tear the doors off the hinges in a few different hallways to get it back out again. We all got a lecture at some senior night thing or another about respecting school and each other's property, with the idea being that if someone would just come forward and admit it, there would be less trouble. I don't remember anyone snitching or actually getting in trouble. The car belonged to someone on rally and I have no idea how they didn't figure out it was missing or if they were in on it somehow.
There were some great photos floating around, all pre-smartphone era.
Pure small-town dumbassery. Someone there has probably dined out on this story for decades now.
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🤮@ERRATICCOMPENDIUM’s response reminded me…
For a while in seventh grade my more normal friends were blended with my very strange goth and emo friends; I sometimes acted as their twisted ringleader.
It was Thanksgiving lunch day in the cafeteria… some of us brought lunch packed by our parents and some of us ate the food served by the school. I had the brilliant idea to mix a piece of each item from everyone’s lunch in one of my sandwich bags. So there was a piece of my Nutella and peanut butter sandwich, a chip and whatever else was in my lunch; bits from other packed lunches; and an item from each Thanksgiving dish—a piece of turkey, a glob of gravy, a dollop of mashed potatoes, a couple of chunks of stuffing, etc.
I smashed it up in the bag into a semi-homogeneous paste and insisted that we all smell it. It went around the table to a couple of us who evidently had nostrils of steel. When it got to one friend (who happened to have the same name as me), just a whiff of the bag’s contents made her puke, and the puke accidentally got into the bag.
I told everyone they had to smell it again.
This set off a chain reaction of vomiting from several other people. Our very tall vice principal was not happy with me but he also didn’t seem to be surprised—I terrorized him often, as i had a huge crush on his very short son and hoped he would someday be my father in law. Sawdust was everywhere. I am very sorry to my school janitorial staff but it was beautiful… despite the gastric upset some of us were experiencing, we were all laughing hysterically. Thereafter, we referred to it fondly, simply as “the bag”
For a while in seventh grade my more normal friends were blended with my very strange goth and emo friends; I sometimes acted as their twisted ringleader.
It was Thanksgiving lunch day in the cafeteria… some of us brought lunch packed by our parents and some of us ate the food served by the school. I had the brilliant idea to mix a piece of each item from everyone’s lunch in one of my sandwich bags. So there was a piece of my Nutella and peanut butter sandwich, a chip and whatever else was in my lunch; bits from other packed lunches; and an item from each Thanksgiving dish—a piece of turkey, a glob of gravy, a dollop of mashed potatoes, a couple of chunks of stuffing, etc.
I smashed it up in the bag into a semi-homogeneous paste and insisted that we all smell it. It went around the table to a couple of us who evidently had nostrils of steel. When it got to one friend (who happened to have the same name as me), just a whiff of the bag’s contents made her puke, and the puke accidentally got into the bag.
I told everyone they had to smell it again.
This set off a chain reaction of vomiting from several other people. Our very tall vice principal was not happy with me but he also didn’t seem to be surprised—I terrorized him often, as i had a huge crush on his very short son and hoped he would someday be my father in law. Sawdust was everywhere. I am very sorry to my school janitorial staff but it was beautiful… despite the gastric upset some of us were experiencing, we were all laughing hysterically. Thereafter, we referred to it fondly, simply as “the bag”
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Oh there was also a white kid (who was also student body president) who tried out a rap career, and the terrible track leaked and it spread all over, to the point of blaring it over the speakers at prom, I don't know if I have a copy but it was hysterical to hear in a fancy hotel ballroom.
Oh there was also a white kid (who was also student body president) who tried out a rap career, and the terrible track leaked and it spread all over, to the point of blaring it over the speakers at prom, I don't know if I have a copy but it was hysterical to hear in a fancy hotel ballroom.
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