Confessions of a senior class
I drink coffee from the teacher’s lounge multiple times a week.
I ask teachers for muffin money.
I sometimes wear out-of-uniform sweatshirts the entire day and try to hide from Ms. O’Grady.
I wish Mr. Badagliacca was my dad.
I have used the men’s bathroom in the science wing.
I have stalked all the teachers on Facebook.
I have been to the observatory and met Mr. Bria.
I always use the mailroom as a shortcut to the mansion.
I only use the theater bathroom.
I ship my personal packages to the school.
I type all of my periods in size 14 font and use 2.2 spacing.
I park at Barat Center every day.
I have a crush on Mr. Valentine.
I wear the same skirt to school every day.
I started a side business of taking people’s senior photos on campus (you know the tree).
I constantly eat the bagels from the crew team’s morning practice breakfast.
I went to the first day of soccer prep week and never went back after the first day.
I almost knocked the giant mural of Mater off of the wall because I turned around and hit it with my backpack.
I broke the big senior picture frame by jumping through it with one of the bouncy balls we had.
I used to go into Ms. Mohen’s cabinet and steal the snacks she had for her advisory.
– Juliette Guice, Managing Editor and Video Content Editor
John Linsenmeyer [father of Barbara, CSH '85) • May 4, 2017 at 9:04 am
“Contrive who can,
Such a catalogue of crimes
Against God and man”