psychobillies
Footballguy
Was it Tanner?once I got into college, I knew I could be absent to a certain amount of classes per class and not fail... and it was something ridiculous, like 16.
I'd bail surgically/strategically, and enjoy the beautiful spring weather with friends. What I didn't know was that the school had an automated calling system that would call your parents if you missed a class. My mom got calls every day until I graduated. gb her... didn't tell me about it until the summer- she had the whole thing memorized by sheer repetition.
other memory of that was my Chemistry teacher- who hated "senior flakes" and immediately sussed me out as his dictionary definition of one. was the only guy who knew EXACTLY when I had hit my limit... "AHA FLOPPO- YOU'RE MINE". like something out of a bad 80s movie. used to #### with me all the time- move me away from friends, sit me in the corner... all of which I found hilarious. forgot my book one day and made me go home to get it... which I did in a convertible, beautiful day... got back just as class was wrapping up (I lived in the next town over from my HS). he was a chaperone at our prom- and in spite of recognizing my blitzed out eyes, still had some nice things to say to me.... and bust my balls as well.