Hec, that makes sense to me, although at my school you had to be a senior and over 18.
Come on out, River. The nice man wants to kidnap you.
Simon ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sj - Apr 12, 2022 11:48:28 am PDT #14456 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Toddson - Apr 12, 2022 11:56:56 am PDT #14457 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Back in my day, only HS seniors were allowed out of the school building, but not off school grounds, and we had to sign out.
askye - Apr 12, 2022 1:40:44 pm PDT #14458 of 30000
Thrive to spite them
I think at my high school jrs and seniors were allowed to go off campus. Since our school was both part of FSU and on FSU campus that got a little weird about where the campus lines were drawn and we had access to FSU libraries so there were legit reasons why a jr or sr would be on FSU campus On Wednesdays there was some kind of flea market thing at FSU near the food area.. and a lot of students went there during lunch. At some point we were banned from going there., but only that part of FSU (I think) But we could go anywhere else. There was also a...I don't know what the building was now....up the hill by Tennessee St ...and it had vending machines so the other popular lunch was to send someone who could off campus to get stuff out of the vending machine.
The school was building for classrooms and walk ways but nothing between the buildings closed in. Our lockers were in the stairwells and there were gates to close them off (and close off the stairs ). And where our school was located a lot of people walked through there to either their apartments or parking after football games so you really really didn't want a lower locker downstairs by the gate. I don't know how often it happened but occasionally drunk guys would stop and piss right in that corner.
But then they built a new campus and tore all of that down.
At the school my brother went to...I don't know what the rules were for off campus but I know some people could. However, I don't know how often anyone went because parking was such a premium.
Sheryl - Apr 12, 2022 1:55:21 pm PDT #14459 of 30000
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
It's quiet here...maybe too quiet.
msbelle - Apr 12, 2022 4:10:00 pm PDT #14460 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
The Brooklyn news is awful. I have some friends in that neighborhood and they are fine. He was on the train before that one. just awful.
msbelle - Apr 12, 2022 5:24:40 pm PDT #14461 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
In much less awful news, but annoying for me...my fridge has stopped fridging. Freezer still freezing, but no cold in the fridge. I tossed a bunch of stuff tonight, put some stuff in the freezer and I am about to cook up stuff.
Left a message on the appliance repair place answering machine and am hoping for a repair rather than replace. BUT in order to be prepared mentally I am pricing out fridges. DO.NOT.LIKE.
javachik - Apr 12, 2022 5:37:08 pm PDT #14462 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Oh no!!! What a giant pain!
Cass - Apr 12, 2022 6:56:29 pm PDT #14463 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I hate that we live this way.
I hate that this seems to be the way a high percentage of our population wants to live.
I don't want this to be normal. And it's so heart-breakingingly normal.
lisah - Apr 12, 2022 7:53:07 pm PDT #14464 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate
Oh no, msbelle! That sucks!
brenda m - Apr 12, 2022 8:21:13 pm PDT #14465 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I walked or biked home for lunch most days in middle school grades. I’d make myself a grilled cheese or a burrito and get in trouble for being late because I was trying to catch the end of Beverley Hillbillies before racing back.
HS there was no where in the area to go but we still tried.