Yep, I had one of those.
The following Monday was the traditional "Senior Skip Day", where everyone could nurse their hangover by the beach.
Good times.
Or maybe your memories are crystal clear and you cherish your hangover fondly.
But as a parent, would you look eagerly upon the prospect of your son's getting drunk, knocking up some girl and/or getting plowed into a light pole while being driven to the beach?
Not to mention paying for the extravagant (correctly spelled this time) limo to the prom? When my last child to attend public school went to his prom, his friends were renting stretch-Hummers.
‘Senior Skip Day”?
Hey,when I taught in New Orleans,every Monday and Friday were Senior Skip Days!Almost no one went to school all five days.