Avalanche
06-01-2004, 10:43:PM
In high school, there are/were some daft traditions that took place each year. I would like each of youse to chronicle them for our comedic benefit.
Since no one will prolly respond, I will post mine (please hold your laughter until the conclusion of the post):
Freshman Welcome: Held at the start of the new school year, it was a combination tour/hot dog roast at the school. We had softball, water balloon fights, touch football, the lot. It was just like day camp, except w/o the lake with the hazardous bacteria count.
Homecoming: This was a two day affair. On Friday we had a pep rally, where the athletes were honored and some games were played. At the end of the rally, the DJ that we hired spun some chart hits. One year, I was dancing so hard, that my shorts almost fell down. If that happened, I would have been the butt of all jokes (excuse the pun). Saturday was gameday, as our football team usually beat the crap out of their opponents, and a few hours after the final gun, it was time for the dance. We already knew who our king and queen were, because they were selected at halftime of the football game, which was the unofficial signal to leave and get ready for the dance. However, it never prevented us from having a good time.
Thanksgiving: Once again, a two day affair. The day before Thanksgiving, we have yet another pep rally, but this time we forced the freshman (note the spelling; its intentional) to sit on the floor, as we hurled all manner of verbal abuse at them for an hour straight. Then, on Thanksgiving day, we have a local derby against the town to the west of us, which we usually beat handily.
Spirit Week: Usually held on the week of the first day of Spring, it was a five-day excuse for us to make total arses of ourselves. We had Hat Day (most unique hat I saw was a three way tie between a cheesehead, a novelty foam cowboy hat that Turd Ferguson would love, and an ice hockey mask), pyjama day (you never saw any of the lads doing this one), mismatch day (my last year there, I wore a Hawaiian shirt with a pair of shorts over a pair of jeans), Orange and Black day (they were our school colours), and finally, Class Theme Day (the four years that I was in HS, I had Twin Day, Hawaiian Day, Western Day, and Greek Day). At high noon on Class Theme day, we had an indoor field day inside the school gym, which I somehow participated in the last two years that I was there, and was so daft, it deserves its own entry!
Indoor Field Day (Class ********, fill in the asterisks, and you incur the wrath of Mr. Rogge): It was 90 minutes of sheer comedy, or sheer torture, depending on your point of view. My first year there, I didn't know what was going on, until I caught on, and became my very own ultra group, sans violence and festive banners. After the events had ended, my classmates wanted me to join them the next year, but I politely turned the offer down, because I wanted to make an arse of myself from the stands, rather than on the floor. In my second year, I did not do a 180 on my decision, and stayed in the stands. However, by the time my third year rolled around, I wanted in, and became more involved in the school. Even that wasn't enough, and I began a very juvenile random outburst that I now deeply regret. All I wanted was inclusion, and thankfully, I got it. The fruit of my exploits was an elimination midway through the--don't laugh until the end of the post--musical chairs competition. In my final year, I ended up being the last leg in the relay race from hell (we had to do some stupid sh!t in it, such as bob for apples, and hop 50 feet on one leg with a grapefruit being held between the chin and the neck). Thankfully, it was the last time I had to do that foolish thing.
Class Day: Held at the end of the school year, it was basically an academic awards show that bored the hell out of even the teachers. One year, I even taped a sign onto my shirt that said "Wake me up when this f*ckin' boring piece of sh!t is over." It was that boring.
Those were some of the foolish and daft traditions that my high school had, and believe me, you couldn't possibly do much worse than that.
Since no one will prolly respond, I will post mine (please hold your laughter until the conclusion of the post):
Freshman Welcome: Held at the start of the new school year, it was a combination tour/hot dog roast at the school. We had softball, water balloon fights, touch football, the lot. It was just like day camp, except w/o the lake with the hazardous bacteria count.
Homecoming: This was a two day affair. On Friday we had a pep rally, where the athletes were honored and some games were played. At the end of the rally, the DJ that we hired spun some chart hits. One year, I was dancing so hard, that my shorts almost fell down. If that happened, I would have been the butt of all jokes (excuse the pun). Saturday was gameday, as our football team usually beat the crap out of their opponents, and a few hours after the final gun, it was time for the dance. We already knew who our king and queen were, because they were selected at halftime of the football game, which was the unofficial signal to leave and get ready for the dance. However, it never prevented us from having a good time.
Thanksgiving: Once again, a two day affair. The day before Thanksgiving, we have yet another pep rally, but this time we forced the freshman (note the spelling; its intentional) to sit on the floor, as we hurled all manner of verbal abuse at them for an hour straight. Then, on Thanksgiving day, we have a local derby against the town to the west of us, which we usually beat handily.
Spirit Week: Usually held on the week of the first day of Spring, it was a five-day excuse for us to make total arses of ourselves. We had Hat Day (most unique hat I saw was a three way tie between a cheesehead, a novelty foam cowboy hat that Turd Ferguson would love, and an ice hockey mask), pyjama day (you never saw any of the lads doing this one), mismatch day (my last year there, I wore a Hawaiian shirt with a pair of shorts over a pair of jeans), Orange and Black day (they were our school colours), and finally, Class Theme Day (the four years that I was in HS, I had Twin Day, Hawaiian Day, Western Day, and Greek Day). At high noon on Class Theme day, we had an indoor field day inside the school gym, which I somehow participated in the last two years that I was there, and was so daft, it deserves its own entry!
Indoor Field Day (Class ********, fill in the asterisks, and you incur the wrath of Mr. Rogge): It was 90 minutes of sheer comedy, or sheer torture, depending on your point of view. My first year there, I didn't know what was going on, until I caught on, and became my very own ultra group, sans violence and festive banners. After the events had ended, my classmates wanted me to join them the next year, but I politely turned the offer down, because I wanted to make an arse of myself from the stands, rather than on the floor. In my second year, I did not do a 180 on my decision, and stayed in the stands. However, by the time my third year rolled around, I wanted in, and became more involved in the school. Even that wasn't enough, and I began a very juvenile random outburst that I now deeply regret. All I wanted was inclusion, and thankfully, I got it. The fruit of my exploits was an elimination midway through the--don't laugh until the end of the post--musical chairs competition. In my final year, I ended up being the last leg in the relay race from hell (we had to do some stupid sh!t in it, such as bob for apples, and hop 50 feet on one leg with a grapefruit being held between the chin and the neck). Thankfully, it was the last time I had to do that foolish thing.
Class Day: Held at the end of the school year, it was basically an academic awards show that bored the hell out of even the teachers. One year, I even taped a sign onto my shirt that said "Wake me up when this f*ckin' boring piece of sh!t is over." It was that boring.
Those were some of the foolish and daft traditions that my high school had, and believe me, you couldn't possibly do much worse than that.