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Another story - I'm not making this up: my buddy and I came in to school one cold morning in February (same year), hungover, and decided we didn't feel like attending class that day. We knew these girls who attended a high school about 30 minutes down the road. So, we did what any red-blooded American teens would to - we drove down there, found a pay phone, called the principal's office, and my buddy identified himself as a parent of one the aforementioned young country debutantes. They let us in through the back door of the girls' locker room, where we spent a couple hours - there are still Polaroids floating around somewhere to prove it. If it weren't for the fact that someone snitched to the principal (who not only came looking for us, but was the brother of our gym teacher), we'd have gotten away with it. Word of our little escapade preceded us. The next morning, there was a special PA page put out school-wide for us to report to the vice-principal's office. Not only weren't our widdle heads hanging in shame, we felt like conquering heroes - every homeroom we passed had kids hanging out the doors, cheering us like we'd just shot John Dillinger. Or helped him rob a bank. After a thorough gluteal mastication by the principal (who knew my dad - that left a mark), the VP came in, shut the door, and just sat at his desk silently for a moment. We were envisioning the gallows, being drawn-and-quartered, even (*GULP!*) having to apologize in front of the school. Then, we just heard this little chuckle coming out of him that gradually turned into a full belly laugh. It was a 'WTF?" moment for the ages. He finally said, "Fellas, in all the years I've been in this public school system, I have never seen anyone with the stones to pull what you pulled yesterday. And you were invited in. (He was known as a bit of a pervert.) If it was up to me, I'd let you walk, but given your disciplinary record this past year, I gotta do something. One month, in-school detention. I'm not gonna suspend you outright because I'm too old to deal with another year of you, and this is just too original."

A motivating factor in the faculty vote to graduate us by the skin of our teeth. True story. I heard from my youngest sister (by seven years) that they were still talking about it when she attended.