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In junior high I would sneak off every Tues for about 3 months to attend Catechism with a Catholic gf. I wanted to learn about my Papa's religion but I didn't want to hurt my Mom's feeling because she was Southern Baptist. Then, a nun said I would be a bastard once the church finally extorted enough money from him to allow them annulments of their first marriages so he could partake in Sacrament rites again. I did not return after that.
My bf and I would leave school at lunch and get stoned on the way to and from Burger King. I got stoned instead of drinking through high school because I was one of the few of my friends who had a car and had to drag everyone around with me and I could "shake it off" when I had to concentrate or pay attention if I was stoned, but not drunk. We came back late to class once my senior year and the teacher(who usually busted everyone's balls for being late) said, "Ladies, let's put the, um, "smokes" out a little sooner next time." He was the football coach that got stuck with the Myths and Legends class and I was his prompt whenever he would get lost on the subject. We were on Oedipus, so he wasn't about to kick me out of class.
Once the others got cars we did trade each other for a test drive one afternoon. Papa saw my friend driving my car and told her to get it back to me and send me home. When I got there I just walked in, handed him then keys and asked when I would get them back. He said since I took responsibility, didn't act like an ass or try to hide from my mistake it would be only one week instead of a month. I think he also didn't wanna have to drive three teenage girls to school everyday for a month or me to and from work. My Papa was a very smart man.
Ya, my teen years were boring. I waited til college to have my fun.