- I ran track in high school (mile and two miles) and during our long distance runs around town we would often run the first stretch, and then hitch a ride back from one of our friends, who would drop us off a few blocks from the school. OR, we would veer off course and run to my house, which was 2 blocks from school, where we would stay until an appropriate amount of time had passed, then sprint it in at the end of the "workout". ALSO, when we had to do plyometric workouts (jumping/lunging, high knees, butt kicks, etc. across the room), we would start off jumping across the room with both feet together (or whatever), and then when our coach's back was turned, we would RUN RUN RUN forward until he turned around again. What little shits we were! Is it any wonder that when we wrote our goals for the year, mine were always "don't come in last"? Aim low, if you even bother to aim at all. That's my motto.
- My track coach had an awesome policy for people who skipped practice unexcused. He didn't yell, didn't scream, didn't say ANYTHING to you at the time. BUT, at the next meet you would find yourself registered for an event of his choice (not your event). Long distance runner? You are running the 100 meter dash today! Good luck with that! Sprinter? Say hello to the TWO MIILES! Or maybe the long jump (if you were LUCKY, that was considered getting off EASY)!
- Okay, this one isn't about me, but I knew about it and was therefore an accomplice. My sister and some of her buddies were in a shop class in high school and one of their projects was to build some kind of useful woodwork creation. So, of course, they procrastinated and hemmed and hawed and drank 40s in the school parking lot (OR WHATEVER SLIM YOU KNOW YOU WERE A SLACKER) until they were forced to go to the local piano store and purchase an unfinished piano bench. Which they passed off as their own handiwork. This was actually a pretty ballsy move considering the size of the town we lived in. As far as I know, they got away with it though. Well, except for the staggering weight of it on their collective souls.
What did you slack on in high school, and did it find its way to your Permanent Record?
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I didn't slack much in high school (except, apparently, by kissing boys in the library when I was supposed to be in class), but in middle school I was supposed to do a report that involved drawing diagrams of a bud growing into a flower over time. I was bored by the subject and also sucked at drawing, so I just never did the report. We didn't get grades in middle school, so it never really came back to bite me, but my teacher did write a slightly nasty message in my yearbook about it at the end of the year. I know, not nearly as cool as you. What can I say?
I took a "college day" (free day off school to go look at a university) with my BFF. We spent the entire day running around downtown STL, hopping the train to do lunch, and checking out the shirtless hotties playing frisbee under the Arch grounds. For proof we'd gone to the university, we submitted the glossy fliers that Saint Louis University had mailed us. The only thing we saw about SLU was the campus gates as the train went by them. Oh - and "peer counseling" was basically about getting free passes to get out of class and bullshit until my least favorite period was over. I'll come up with more later. I may have to start a post about this. There are just so many. Mind if I borrow???
My friend and I always skipped band practice, even though our parents dutifully dropped us off at the ungodly hour of 7:30 AM. We preferred to sit in the cafeteria and wait for the rest of our friends to arrive. We played first and second chair clarinet and ducked into classrooms when we saw the bandleader coming. I also did not read a book cover to cover in English throughout high school, yet won the English award twice.
Unfortunately, I waited until it actually mattered (i.e. adulthood) to be a juvenile delinquint.
Well, I was in no way a juvenile deliquent. My slacking came mostly in the form of "failing to live up to my true potential".
MOTY-Hel-LO! I am NOTHING if not a post stealer.
That piano bench was quite possibly the best idea I ever had. We got an A on that by the way...
When I was a junior, I dropped my 8th and 9th period classes and somehow managed to never sign in to another class--giving me the good fortune to leave at about 1:00 daily.
I also never went to a town board meeting for my government class, but rather watched an old one on TV and made a bunch of shit up. I still passed though (in summer school because I never even did the shit the 1st time around).
I could tell you many slacker stories---I was a GEM in high school, more concerned with getting away with stuff than actually working.
I did the opposite of you in track: I was a sprinter and when we got assigned long runs, we'd have a friend meet us at the halfway point, where she'd take us to Dairy Queen. We'd goof off there for an appropriate amount of time and then have her drop us off close to the track, where we would breathlessly finish our long "run."
My coach eventually found out. All she said to me was that I was "only hurting myself."
Whatever. I was a sprinter. If I needed to build up endurance to run 200 yards, I was in trouble. (It didn't help that I won nearly every race I ran and therefore thought I was too good for training.)
My entire life has been slack-atude (oh yeah the made up word to show my brillance and of course provide I was a slacker...) Look I'll be honest, I got caught. TWO times. cheating. In 9th grade Life Science and in 10th grade French. It is lucky I was only caught TWO times... I received some like a B+ in Chem because of the nerdy boy, Noel, who sat next to me and I flirted with in the most obnoxious fashion so he would allow me to cheat on tests as well as do all of the experiments in my name...
I also managed to never take a moment of PE my entire HS career even though there was some rule that said if you were in JV sport you had to take PE. I think I told them I swam full time and got out of it... it is all vaguely there in my head.
I also may have admitted this another time some where else but I used to write my own notes because I could forge my mom's writing so well - every time I skipped class (A LOT) I wrote my own note and got away with it as far as I know the whole four years of HS.
Ummm, yeah so I just admitted this in public... I SO hope my son does not inherit these traits or some how find this information when he is older or else I am SOL!
I have no interesting slacker stories to relate. I was a total goody two shoes and actually TOLD ON MYSELF when I cheated on a French test that every single other kid cheated on. Our teacher was, like, NINETY and the geezer NAPPED through our tests. And STILL I told on myself.
LAME.
I hope to see photographic evidence of said Seasonal Cookies.
I passed off a shirt my aunt had made for me as my own creation in Home Ec. I got an A... Why don't they have Home Ec anymore?
MrsGrumpy - They have Home Ec, it's just called Family and Consumer Sciences now. :)
Okay, I was pretty good in high school, but only based on how little trouble I ever actually got into. That was because I was LOVED and ADORED by the teachers, who appreciated that my smart-assitude knew when to stop so that they never actually looked bad when dealing with me. Plus, I made them laugh. In reality, I drank at the National Honor Society convention, I left school early and often, I spent a lot of time at the Pizza Hut and TCBY with friends during school hours. I was only almost busted once that I can remember, and that was coming back into the school in the afternoon. They had locked the doors on my favorite escape stairwell! Because apparently, students had been using it to cut class! I acted sufficiently shocked and appalled at those students' behavior when the vice principal found me trying to get in. I managed to come up with a somewhat believable, or at least not disprovable, reason for being outside those doors, gave a teacher's name who I knew would back me up, and got away with it.
I did use Cliff's Notes for a report on "The Red Badge of Courage," which bored me to tears, to the extent that I couldn't even get through the first chapter. And I was (and am) a big-time reader. Anyway, for that I did get busted, but my goodwill still pulled me a D for plagiarism rather than the F the teacher said she should have given me.
I was an A+ slacker. I once convinced my American History teacher that turned in a book report I never wrote, and that I got an A on it. She believed me and felt really bad for loosing it. I'm definitely going to hell.
I turned in a senior math exam with the lyrics to "Pictures of You" by the Cure all over it. I didn't answer a singe question. (MATH = HELL) The teacher felt so bad for me he didn't make me re-take it.
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