As soon as the last bell rung on the last day of HS I made a beeline to the Asst. Principle's office. That's where they held the diplomas. I asked to see Mr. So-and-So. I was already in a bad mood because someone had stolen my fully signed HS Annual. They told me he was in his office and that I could go in. I had been four years in the National Honor Society. The office staff never suspected a thing from me.
Anyway, I politely knocked on the door. He looked up and told me to come in. I did. I said, "Sir, I have come for my diploma." They were stacked up against the wall. He said, "You can't have it." I said, "Sir, you don't understand, I'm not asking for it." he said, "Sir I told you no."
I quietly turned around and closed and locked his office door. Then I turned back and leaned forward at his desk. I said, "Here is the deal Sir, I am not leaving this office without the diploma that I have earned. Do you understand?" He looked deep into my eyes for a few seconds then said, "Ok, I'll Get it." I said, "Thank you Sir.
Not another word was spoken. He retrieved my diploma, handed it to me and I left. I never stepped foot back on that campus of hypocrites again.
p.s. Ten years later I ran into a high school friend that I had not seen since graduation. We struck it up and he invited over to his apartment to watch a ballgame. I went over for some beers, BBQ and to watch the game. He got up to go take a leak. While he was gone I was looking around and noticed a HS Annual on his bookshelf.
I went to look at it wanting to see all the pictures and articles for old time sake. As soon as I opened it I saw it was MY Annual! I quickly returned it to the shelf and sat back quietly. I never said a word. A short while later he had to go pee again. When he did, I got up, grabbed MY Annual and a huge solid crystal ash trash in the shape of The State of Texas that was on the coffee table and slipped out the front door. He didn't call till the next day. When he did, he said, "You figured it out didn't you?" I said, "Sure did a$$ho**!" LMAO!
p.s.s. A few months later he was over at my house and when I wasn't looking, he stole his crystal ashtray back. Too funny!
Sorry for the hijack folks. Back to thread topic. Come on kids, DITCH THE B****!