This post may conclude my high school stories for a while. There's really no way to follow this. At least, until my therapist helps me to uncover all of the things I've almost certainly repressed.
When I was a senior in high school, there was a bit of an incident. My school always had a reputation of shady characters doing shady things, but this was the shadiest.
During first period band, a couple of guys sneaked into the band basement - easily the shadiest locale on campus. They hid there through the school day and into the night. All told, they spent more than 17 hours holed up in the basement, silent, killing time.
Then, when the time was right, they simply climbed into the band room and loaded up all of the gear they could get their hands on. Their plan was simple - they'd grab the stuff and, under cover of night, they'd leave. It was the perfect crime.
But there was one hitch. The school had security cameras. Oops.
So, the remedy to the problem was simple. The guys decided to start a small fire and sneak out through the smoke. The haze would make them impossible to identify. It was the perfect fix to the one problem inherent to the perfect crime.
They ended up burning down half the school.
Anyway, it was convenient for everyone. They were set to close the school in the spring anyway.
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Your paper has definantly been wrinkled by your high school year. I don't know if a therapist could flatten it out.
Aaron-
Why, o why, did you have to past that article to my blog? I was so much happier NOT knowing that information. I am literally sick to my stomach now. I couldn't even finish the article. I could have gone several weeks, maybe even months, before I found out about this travesty, what with living in Kentucky and all. I am now sad. Profoundly, deeply sad.
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