When I was living back home, there were a small handful of high schools on island to attend. I’m not sure why I attended the only Baptist high school there, since I grew up with a devout Catholic mother who told me that “even if the priests wear bikinis, you cannot change your religion.” [sic!!!] It could be that most of the students at the other parochial schools wanted to re-arrange my face with their fists. Even the girls in Pre-K! Those ankle biters were fierce!
Here are some bits about the place I spent four years:
-The entire student body was composed of 56 students, grades 7-12.
-I graduated with a senior class of SEVEN.
-I was one of FOUR salutatorians.
-Our graduation song was the theme from Friends. No one listened to me when I suggested the thirty-second version as opposed to the full-length song. It was like when you really think you’re going to rock a karaoke song but then half-way through you realize you only know the chorus.
-We experienced a lot of typhoons on Saipan. While all the schools were closed during a typhoon, we still had to attend school unless it was Condition One. It was so lame to listen to the radio and hear all the school closures save for mine.
-Every Halloween we watched a video on how this was the day when people ate babies and made snuff films. I didn’t even believe “snuff” was a real word because I didn’t hear it outside of high school.
-I could get out of a lot of activities by saying, “Sir, I don’t feel comfortable because I am a fragile young lady and there are a lot of boys in that area.”
-There were only male teachers.
-Our class raised a lot of money for our senior trip but it turned out it wasn’t enough to go off island (and drink legally on Guam!). So instead we spent the money on ourselves and some of us thought it would be a wicked sweet idea to take a sunset cruise. Turns out that it would have been better to go on something so romantic, complete with guitar serenades, if we were DATING each other.
-During our on-island senior trip, we ventured into a bar (without ID) and proceeded to get utterly wasted (except for me, which is why I remember what happened). The waitress tried to overcharge us by $100 and so one of my friends just ripped her a new one and ended her diatribe with, “I’m going to tell my lawyer!” She dropped the name of the dad of another friend and little did we know that his firm actually represented the establishment. Ooopsies!