Don't go in there
Welcome back to my rememberances & ramblings. Today, narrative deals with the closest I came to getting hazed by upperclassmen.
School had only ben in session a few months at this time. I walked into the boys restroom to relieve myself during the time to change classes. When I walked in, there were about seven Seniors in there at the time. One of them grabbed me by the arm and said, "Here's someone we can have fun with." I was dragged to the middle of the restroom.
The way the restroom was designed, there was a large clearing, since there were no stalls whatsoever. It was almost like a prison restroom. If a teacher walked in, he could see everything going on with one glance.
I hadn't paniced yet, but anxiety was rising fast. Then, I don't know why, the lights went out. Total darkness except for a faint glow near the door. I jerked my arm free and made a beeline for the door. I figured I could hold it until class had started, so these guys would be in thier classes. While everyone was working on an in class assignment, I asked for the hall pass. When I got there, the restroom was empty. From then on, I always asked for the hall pass if I had to go. Never again would I venture in between classes.