http://www.seanpaune.com/2005/05/10/tales-of-a-high-scool-rebel/ Sun, 12 Feb 2012 05:14:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.seanpaune.com/2005/05/10/tales-of-a-high-scool-rebel/comment-page-1/#comment-22479 SeanPAune.com » Blog Archive » School Administrator’s Wife Calls Students “Snotty Nosed Brats” Thu, 24 Jan 2008 04:48:48 +0000 http://seanpaune.com/?p=196#comment-22479 [...] just follow along. While I have never been known for my love of public school administrations (just a couple of examples), I do think without hearing Mr. Kori’s message can we actually completely [...] [...] just follow along. While I have never been known for my love of public school administrations (just a couple of examples), I do think without hearing Mr. Kori’s message can we actually completely [...]

]]> http://www.seanpaune.com/2005/05/10/tales-of-a-high-scool-rebel/comment-page-1/#comment-128 Sean P Aune Wed, 11 May 2005 06:54:30 +0000 http://seanpaune.com/?p=196#comment-128 I had forgotten about the crazy string incident. Craziness. Sometime I will relate the story of when I drove you over there one night to see his son and I got my sweet, sweet revenge fun on Smith. (I still think that wasn't his real last name!) I had forgotten about the crazy string incident. Craziness. Sometime I will relate the story of when I drove you over there one night to see his son and I got my sweet, sweet revenge fun on Smith. (I still think that wasn’t his real last name!)

]]> http://www.seanpaune.com/2005/05/10/tales-of-a-high-scool-rebel/comment-page-1/#comment-126 Old High School Friend Wed, 11 May 2005 05:01:07 +0000 http://seanpaune.com/?p=196#comment-126 I have one. I had the misfortune of dating Mr. Smith's youngest son, Matt, while I was a sophomore. This immediately put my on Smith's s***-list, since he liked the girl Matt was dating before me so much. Flashforward, 1991 graduation, a classmate and I have decided that it would be fun to spray Silly String following the graduation ceremony. Unfortunately, this information got out prior to graduation and all of the students were questioned about whether or not they were going to spray Silly String. My friend and I were, of course, established as the instigators. Mr. Smith came up to me and told me to open my ceremonial gown, a request that I responded to with the perfect combination of confusion and indignation (all the while, my can of Silly String was tucked comfortably in my cleavage), enough so that he was extremely uncomfortable during his little "pat-down". He told me that if any Silly String was sprayed after or during the ceremony... well, his exact words were, "You don't have that diploma in your hands yet, young lady". He also said that I would be sweeping up the auditorium if any Silly String was sprayed. Sadly for him, I was the second in my class to graduate and right before I shook our pricipal's hand (Mr. Davidson), I opened the folder to make sure that the diploma was enclosed. It was! I glanced sideways at Mr. Smith and offered him a tight smile. He offered me one in return and I proceeded to my seat. After all 172 students in my graduating class had been called, all HELL broke loose!! Silly String everywhere, people spraying fellow students, on-lookers in the audience, some students even walked into the stands to spray their family members and friends! It was beautiful!! The local paper snapped a shot of it and put it on the front page - in color! That's a big deal in K-ville. The best part of this story, I was later told is, while I ventured to the nearest graduation party, my parents had accidentally left their headlights on and had to go back into the auditorium to make a phone call for a jump. My mother (a teacher and fellow hater) found Mr. Smith with a big gym floor broom, sweeping up the rapidly drying Silly String. How great is that?! People who talk big have to be prepared to live small, right? I have one. I had the misfortune of dating Mr. Smith’s youngest son, Matt, while I was a sophomore. This immediately put my on Smith’s s***-list, since he liked the girl Matt was dating before me so much. Flashforward, 1991 graduation, a classmate and I have decided that it would be fun to spray Silly String following the graduation ceremony. Unfortunately, this information got out prior to graduation and all of the students were questioned about whether or not they were going to spray Silly String. My friend and I were, of course, established as the instigators. Mr. Smith came up to me and told me to open my ceremonial gown, a request that I responded to with the perfect combination of confusion and indignation (all the while, my can of Silly String was tucked comfortably in my cleavage), enough so that he was extremely uncomfortable during his little “pat-down”. He told me that if any Silly String was sprayed after or during the ceremony… well, his exact words were, “You don’t have that diploma in your hands yet, young lady”. He also said that I would be sweeping up the auditorium if any Silly String was sprayed. Sadly for him, I was the second in my class to graduate and right before I shook our pricipal’s hand (Mr. Davidson), I opened the folder to make sure that the diploma was enclosed. It was! I glanced sideways at Mr. Smith and offered him a tight smile. He offered me one in return and I proceeded to my seat. After all 172 students in my graduating class had been called, all HELL broke loose!! Silly String everywhere, people spraying fellow students, on-lookers in the audience, some students even walked into the stands to spray their family members and friends! It was beautiful!! The local paper snapped a shot of it and put it on the front page – in color! That’s a big deal in K-ville. The best part of this story, I was later told is, while I ventured to the nearest graduation party, my parents had accidentally left their headlights on and had to go back into the auditorium to make a phone call for a jump. My mother (a teacher and fellow hater) found Mr. Smith with a big gym floor broom, sweeping up the rapidly drying Silly String. How great is that?! People who talk big have to be prepared to live small, right?

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