Note: Some names have been altered to protect the identities of certain people. But we all know who they are, anyway, so I don't see the point.

Yes, it is a shame to some that the school year once again is about to begin its cycle. To others, it is a great relief to finally get back in school, and still to even others, it equates to a simple hmmm, no biggy. Alas, no matter your opinion, the school year is upon us and to most great memories can be remembered from past school years. From high school, to college and university you seem to always find yourself in an unusual and/or humorous situation. Yes, having the official job title of student is great, here are some memories.

It a particular high school which I attended, I was once put into a back alley where both teachers and vice principals dare not to go. Like a primitive Fight Club, Droopy McCool and myself wrestled in the Hallway (but a rough back alley hallway). Droopy back then was built like an ox and often crushed others, that is to say with his cynicism, sarcasm, and humor. Soon after, like in fight club, people began to join in, the first one being one who called himself "The Butt Fairy", or "Furry" for short. Although, "Furry" never really fought, he often promoted fights, as he enjoys watching two men get close to each other and "wrestle". Near the end of the hallway wrestling season/end of school year, "Furry" was targeted and experienced a can of that so-called "whoop-ass". All hallway wrestlers became famous, at least in there own hearts, well, at least in mine.

It seemed like there was a lot of people that always had a comment or story for everything. An example was the Moral and Religious Education class where religious fanatics would clash with the more secular people who decided to speak, and then Droopy as well as myself would sit back and add our unwanted smart-ass remarks. In other classes, like Economics, our teacher would strive to hear everyone's opinion. In one instance, I believe we were talking about unionism and the teach addressed a student and asked, "Hey John! You don't speak much. Say something", and in all his glory, John replied, "Sir, I have math next". To most people, this was stupid and not humorous, but to us, Obvious John lived up to his name, and his proficiency in having absolutely nothing meaningful to say.

Since the beginning of time, mammals have been known to mark their territory. Cavemen fought over hunting grounds, cowboys branded their cattle, rams beat their brains in to claim their lady ram booty and lesser-evolved mammals urinate to signal to others that they have a fair stake on the territory. This being said, then why isn't it "normal" for male students to urinate on the stall walls, floor and toilet paper dispensers of every male bathroom, including staff bathrooms. If you don't consider that normal, then, wow, I guess a lot of people were right. Meh, yeah well... As a senior, that was a goal of some accomplices. However, when our mission was complete (or at least to our satisfaction) people's shoes became targets, for me, at least. In turn, most male bathrooms, and some people's shoes, stunk of urine.

There once was a student famous for his mad rapping routine (look out MastaCSG), not to mention his outlandish good looks, where even Hitch_n_Ditch was a dude compared to this stud. And, yes, his ability to make people laugh. Sorry, no, but it isn't you either, Droopy. Any guesses yet? Well here's a hint: the one and only person to ever get caught playing the old ChuChu Rocket right before he is about to win or in a matter of word, beat himself off. His name was "Chris Folders", and to this day, although for the wrong reasons, he is the most famous guy ever within my high school.

Although these are only some of the treasured memories I hold, there are still many others. The power outage, when I accidentally launched an orange that nailed some girl in the back of the head, and the orange exploded causing a brief food fight. Mr. Stone, the crab apple tree, Mr. Z, Nazi-kicking people, purple nurples (nipples), Mr. Walo and his lack of a cheating policy (thanks for all the physics answers Droopy, but I didn't learn anything because of you). Mr. Nedz, sorry for all the stuff I destroyed in chemistry, and most of all, the entire communist club, ripping the system in high school.

P.S.: Hitch_n_Ditch, you still want to go see that dominatrix?
P.S. 2: Is "Furry" still gay?
P.S. 3: By the way, I only vote for myself twice, plus once from my boyf--, I mean girlfriend.
P.S. 4: Did anyone ever get Mr. Walo's notes? I mean, how many "P.S's" could you have?