Right before 9th grade I moved to a new town and a new high school. My new school was tiny and my few classmates were all boys, with very different interests from mine. I was a frightened and angry closeted gay kid at a conservative Christian school. I was scared of my classmates at first, but eventually realized they were mostly just the spoiled and incredibly sheltered misfit children of wealthy white businessmen. Now that I’m far away and can clearly reflect on the time I spent there I can see past how sad and hurt I often was, and find the humor in the strange things we did every day, just to pass the time. We were like animals flinging their own feces in a zoo, never considering potential consequences.
A common phenomenon at lunchtime in 9th grade was a “Sean Sandwich” in which everyone would gather around Sean, and pummel his sandwich until it was completely flat. The pulverized flat sandwich could be used as a frisbee. The interesting thing was, this wasn’t an attack against Sean. Sean hated the sandwiches that his mom would pack him for lunch, and he would look on and smile as everyone rained blows down upon his sandwich.
“Tinyface” was a game in which two people would try to make their face as small as possible, and an impartial judge would choose the winner.
In my senior year of high school my class was given “senior privileges”, like off-campus lunch once a week and access to a small room called the “senior lounge” (which was also a concession stand used during special events at the school). My classmates and I filled the freezer in the Senior Lounge refrigerator with all manner of discarded plastic bottles full of water, and when they were frozen we would throw them out the window on watch them smash on the pavement.
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