Jan '16
Nothing is more revealing about someone than a HS confession.
Post yours here.
I was a major loser my sophomore year.
I got a 19 on a World History mid-term. Yes, a nineteen.
Despite being average height and build, it took me over 11 minutes to run the mile.
Yes, over eleven.
I feel better not taking these harmless yet jaw-dropping secrets to my grave.
Praise be to Allah (per se).
Post yours here.
I was a major loser my sophomore year.
I got a 19 on a World History mid-term. Yes, a nineteen.
Despite being average height and build, it took me over 11 minutes to run the mile.
Yes, over eleven.
I feel better not taking these harmless yet jaw-dropping secrets to my grave.
Praise be to Allah (per se).
One of my favorite memories is of interacting with the French kids my age (15 or 16). One time we were all hanging out, and they were putting cassettes in a stereo. It was probably a Japanese stereo, but everything was labelled for American and British consumers. So anyway, the French kids suddenly got all excited, saying "hey, we have this American kid here, he can explain stuff to us," and they asked what the hell FF stood for. "Fast Forward," I explained, and they were all like OOOHHHHH, of course, it makes sense now. They were into a French band called Telephone, which sang a song called Dure Limite. They were also into a British rap guy named Captain Sensible, who had a song that went "say captain, say what, say captain, say what"... It was pretty difficult for me to communicate with people, especially toward the beginning, but most of the kids were pretty cool so I had fun.