We were warned, our parents were warned. If we even tried to cut on "Senior Cut Day" there would be severe consequences.
Pah!
My friend J and I convinced our mothers' to write notes. I had a lot of badgering to do but J didn't. Where did we decide to spend our Senior Cut Day? The beach? A pool? The mall? No silly, with our boyfriends...at their private all boys school.
This was before everyone and their little high school kids had cell phones so the timing had to be exactly right. This school was not in the best of neighborhoods and two HS girls standing outside this school would not be a safe thing. J had a car and she drove us to the school. We made it there with no problems and we even snuck inside with no adults seeing us. We were ushered to the Yearbook Room as it was the room furthest away from any adults that might be passing by.
One small problem.
There was Mass in the chapel today and everyone had to attend. This also meant that adults would just be looking for boys trying to get out of Mass. The Yearbook Room had suddenly become one of the worst places to be. Luckily, the Yearbook Room was next to the Mother's Guild Room. There were tons of boxes and shelves for holiday decorations and all matter of motherly guild-y stuff. So the boys hid us behind boxes on shelves. For some reason, we brought books. I don't remember why. I guess it was for when our guys were in class and we had nothing better to do. So we were comfortably arranged on the shelves, books available and Diet Cokes in our hands.
For awhile all was quiet as the boys were at Mass. Then, we heard it. Footsteps coming through the Yearbook Room. J and I looked at each other and froze. We barely breathed as we saw shoes and pant legs enter the Mother's Guild Room. The shoes and pants walked past the shelves, turned and went out the door...
then. shut. out. the. light.
We breathed a sigh of relief when we heard the shoes retreat down the stairs. We just sat there...in the dark...in the all boys school....
After about an hour, our boys came back and rescued us from our hiding places. The rest of the day was spent as honored guests. Boys bringing us lunch, snacks or just coming by to say hi. Eventually, when 8th period rolled around, we even attend a class...in the all boys school...during senior cut day. The teacher was cool and assumed we were there just at that moment, not all day.
And
We got away with it. Their school never caught us, our school never caught us. It went down as one of the best capers in our short history. We still revel in it.
23 comments:
Sounds fun!
My nineteen year old son graduated in 2007 from a seminary/prep school located high on top of a hill (like girls can't climb hills) and I've overheard some amazing stories about girls being smuggled on to the hill.
Zero tolerance for drugs, tobacco, porn, alcohol ... so busy looking for these controlled substances that they overlooked the girls climbing up the hill and hiding behind the head stones in the cemetary on the way up the hill.
And were these girls there for daily mass? Yes. Didn't the rector wonder where these girls went after mass? However, the rector was an alumni and each generation of graduates believed they were the first ones to smuggle girls on to the hill and it had been going on way way back to (and probably before) the days the rector was there as a student.
Senior cut day? No...I had Senior cut EVERY other DAY! Seriously. My mother taught at my high school, so naturally she parked in the teacher's parking lot. It was super easy to take a spare set of keys and sneak my friends off for lunch at least once a week...'cause one ever patrolled the teacher's parking lot. SCORE!!!!!!!!!
But your story is still better than mine...
Good story. But you cut school to go to another school? What was wrong with you? :)
Ah..Senior Cut Days..To be young again..and not only in my mind.
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Robin
Isn't it funny what you did as a teenager?
I totally would have hung out with you in high school!
Ohhh...takes me back... I graduated from a Catholic school outside of Philly... (OK, Delaware.. but close enough) My partner in crime was Kelly... & we still laugh about those days!
Very funny. I worked in the office as a senior and made sure that none of my friends absence slips made it into the mail.
So long ago!
That is a fantastic story!
All of the days I skipped (and there were A LOT) combined weren't as cool as your day.
We just went to McDonald's and got Happy Meals. Lame!!
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Great story, S, thank you.
awesome story! I'm with the others though.. cutting to go to another school... what were you thinking.. oh yeah.. boys! hee hee
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You were in a dark room most of the day?
say what????
peace
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Well played, Scargosun.
-BHJ Class of 90!
Better than my senior ditch day which my mom *dad* write me a note for AND I think we spent it at some fair. Woopity Doo. All boys school hiding in closets would have been more fun.
GREAT story! I don't even remember what I did on Senior Skip Day...
Love it. I would have totally been down. How hot are boys from the all boys school? Totally hot.
Our school decided to cancel classes and have some sort of "carnival" atmosphere for skip day - I think most of the students came to it ... basically, we didn't go to class anyway.
oh lord....those were the days....and why is it that the year AFTER i graduated they came out with cell phones that werent the size of bricks!!! I even skipped on senoir skip day my JR year.....i love this....i even giggled!!! whats up with that??
I got to take a "cut day" at the end of every year of high school with my parents' permission. I'd go swimming at my sister-in-law's parents pool! The only time I skipped school without their permission, my parents CAUGHT ME! I'd forgotten all about it.
That is so cute, what a fun day.
We did Senior Skip Day...except we went to the beach to my grandmas house...meh, I've had other fun capers I guess, haha.
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