• My best memory in High School was in grade 9.
    I had just closed my locker door, when Adam(my 6th grade teachers son) came up to me with his guitar and serenaded me. It was so romantic. To bad it was his last year in High School, he moved to Vancover, BC , Canada ; after he graduated.

    My worst memory was in grade 10.
    Well i attended a Catholic Secondary School and we had to wear uniforms.
    It was warm out and sunny so for lunch we went to Tim Hortons on the other side of the street to get a hot chocolate. On our way back a truck drove by we were so concerned about our hot chocolate not being tainted by flying dirt that we hadn't even noticed our kilts had flown up. Everyone that drove by or was sitting in Tim Hortons seen our panties. We were so embarrassed. I never wore a kilt after that ever again.