When I was a freshman I was not satisfied with the cafeteria or its “food”. Unfortunately you couldn’t go outside as an underclassman, so I was left with two options: Learn to live with worthless cafeteria and its brainwashed population, or find a way to get outside.
There were several techniques I developed for consistent escape. A large and very unhappy lady behind a desk guarded the front door; you could get past her by standing next to upperclassmen and waving your wallet around. You could crawl out any unsupervised window but it depended on availability of windows. My personal favorite was the back door. The magnetic locks on the door had been weakened from kids constantly beating the doors in hope to escape, so if you drop kicked the door it would pop open.
Once I got outside I started to hang out at the “corner”. It was exactly one block from the front of school. Every day people were playing hacky sack, sitting, talking, smoking, or just waiting to meet up with other people. It was relaxed. Everybody knew that the school cop had a white Malibu, and if you saw him you would just walk the opposite direction.
Then I became an upperclassman. I could go outside but every person I knew had left or graduated and nobody really was at the corner. I have found new things to do, but mostly every day I still go to the “corner” and I smoke a cigarette alone.
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