We used to have two toasters in the cafeteria.  In fourth grade, I decided to put cheese in one.  It burnt down.  Now we have one. 

I haven’t washed my skirt since sophomore year. 

I subscribed my ex-boyfriend to the King Street Chronicle so he would never forget me.

On the first day of preseason, I ran over the wooden fence in the soccer parking lot with my car.  The soil was removed and out came an entire hive of swarming bees.

My sophomore year retreat succulent is still alive.

I put a pizza bagel in the toaster.

For many years I thought that our Lower School gym teachers lived in the basement of the Athletic Center.

I am still angry that our grade petitioned for a frozen yogurt machine and they bought one and gave it to the teachers.

In Lower School art class when we would work on mosaics, I sometimes pocketed a few of those coveted, iridescent mosaic tiles when I didn’t need them for my mosaic just because they were pretty.  I felt very guilty about it.

I was rather harshly reprimanded for working on my senior seminar paper during Congé.

I parked in the Clear Family spot – sorry!

I have never missed a single test in high school.

Over a decade here and I have never once correctly printed from the printer.

I once did my English homework in the passing period before class while having an unrelated, in-depth conversation with my English teacher.

I put the pumpkin in the seminar room that rotted.

I told Ms. O’Grady that I had a serious chlorine allergy to get out of Middle School P.E. swimming.

I was Toad in the fourth grade production of Frog and Toad, and I told my parents I got the starring role… except that everyone was either Frog or Toad.

Featured Image by Camila Oliva ’24