# I don't need a hall pass anymore. **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [December 8, 2000, 3:12am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/i-dont-need-a-hall-pass-anymore/44574 "2000-12-08T03:12:47Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 2\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![andygirl](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/a9adbd/32.png) [@andygirl](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/andygirl)\ **Post date:** [December 8, 2000, 3:12am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/i-dont-need-a-hall-pass-anymore/44574/1 "2000-12-08T03:12:47Z")
Today I went back to high school. That is, I paid a visit to my dear old alma mater, CHHS. Or, as I like to think of it, The Sucking Hellhole Which Consumed 4 Years of My Life. It was odd. I felt myself stiffening as I walked in the door and kept on waiting for someone to yell at me. I walked in to the tail end of choir practice. That’s the only way that I could tell that things had changed in my absence- the tenor section just isn’t the same without me. Quietgirl was happy to see me :D, as were several friends. I wasn’t popular in high school- being female, smart, gay, and loudmouthed never was a good combo- but it was great to swap notes with my fellow theater rats. This year the Thespians are doing an all-white, no-talent production of Fame. [sub]I’m exaggerating. Not much.[/sub] The way people treated me was strange, though. I was a College Student[sub]TM[/sub]. I had this great, snarky urge to inform everyone that no, their SATs don’t matter once they get out. Nor does much else. The whole thing was just interesting. \ I’m so glad I’m out of there. ---
**Author:** ![Kerrigan](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/k/49beb7/32.png) [@Kerrigan](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Kerrigan)\ **Post date:** [December 8, 2000, 3:57am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/i-dont-need-a-hall-pass-anymore/44574/2 "2000-12-08T03:57:15Z")
Hall passes are evil.