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.
1 comment:
I didn't have to worry about hazing in the restrooms at my high school, however, it was physically dangerous to go in unless you had an adult escort. Inner city schools during the 70's were not safe havens!
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