A good friend of mine from high school is having a baby in the not-too-distant future (ha, what else could it be? Twenty years?), and it's got me remembering stuff. So, join me on a walk down memory lane--if you dare.
I went to private high school. Most of the students boarded, but there were a few of us "day students" who lived close enough to not have to live on campus. We had our own lounge, and off that lounge was a small glass room nicknamed "the cubicle," which was just down the hall from the locker rooms assigned to the day students. The cubicle had enough room for about four people comfortably, but we usually crammed about eight in there. That's the boring part.
The interesting stuff is what we witnessed, safe on our side of the glass. We saw break ups, make-ups, and make-outs. We saw drama on a level that just isn't possible anywhere but a high school where most of the students live together (with teachers!) with no access to cars.
On one memorable occasion, however, the drama breached our safety glass.
A teacher stormed down the hall, coming from the boys' locker room, and slammed open the cubicle door.
"Who has been misusing their genitalia?!"
I honestly don't recall a single other time when all of us were simultaneously silent. Cue astonishment and absolute confusion.
Eventually we figured it out: someone in the boy's room missed the urinal. Which was disgusting, but not nearly as bad as we had originally assumed. Even better, none of us were guilty of the transgression--not this one, anyway.
But I do remember thinking, This is high school. Those of us who aren't wish we were.
(True: It was a special sort of high school I went to. After I graduated and was legal to drink, I got conned into playing poker with my old high school teachers. They got me drunk and won away all my money. But I got an A for effort.)