I was for the most part a good kid. Most of the trouble I got into was with my sisters and I was usually just tagging along.
In school I always went to all my classes and wasn’t aloud to stay home sick unless I was practically on my death bed. I even went to all of my study halls freshman year of high school. I did go off campus for lunch freshman year even though freshmen didn’t have off campus privileges because my sister was a sophomore and had friends with cars so it was pretty impossible to get caught.
Anyway, my sophomore year I had a nutrition and food class (basically a cooking class) with one of my good friends. It was the year I believe they introduced longer classes once a week that were either 75 minutes or 90 minutes. I can’t remember. All I know is that those longer periods felt like torture.
It was one of the last weeks of the year and we had this long ass class right after lunch so my friend asked me to skip class and just take a really long lunch. She and my other friend were older sophomores so they had already had licenses and cars.
It was a huge decision for me at the time because I had never done it before but I really didn’t want to go because I knew all we were going to be doing was cleaning the kitchens. It was basically a no brainer. If I was ever to skip a class this was the one to skip with little or no penalty.
Our teacher was a not particularly bright person. One of my other friends in the class used to leave out a side door and we would let her back in at the end of class and this teacher never noticed. My sister and I used to watch her park her car every morning because it was kind of hilarious. She used to get in and out of it at least three times and move it a few inches each time.
Anyway, so I decided to skip and my friend had to stop and use the payphone because someone probably paged her. (We were so cool back then and had pagers instead of cell phones.) I noticed that our teacher was walking up the middle set of the three sets of stairs that led down to the first level and outside.
I went into panic mode. We had already decided that we weren’t going and had mapped out some plan to do over our now super long lunch period. I signaled to my friend and she got off the phone and I ducked and started walking down the set of stairs that was closest and separated from the middle one by a brick divider.
My friend was less worried than me ‘cause she had actually skipped class before and was laughing at my ridiculousness and our teacher looked over the divider and saw me. She asked me why I was hiding from her and if I was planning on skipping her class.
All I could do was laugh in her face. I lost it. I had gotten caught skipping class before class even started. Only that could happen to me.
Our teacher wasn’t the greatest at disciplining us and I had probably actually gotten caught doing a lot worse stuff in her class and wasn’t punished and I already got caught and my friend still wasn’t planning on going so I skipped the class anyway.