Now you all have me questioning my GT program because 90% of my stories involve us hijacking the teacher’s class, discovering the grape juice in the caf had fermented, or getting the Variety Show permanently cancelled by a suggestive reading of Green Eggs and Ham.

Literally the only reason I remember who was valedictorian was because his name was Brian but the Grad program had a typo and he was listed as Brain, and we gave him so much crap for it.

We once convinced our English teacher the woman in the office next to her classroom was out to get her…and they were FRIENDS.

We were once all pulled into the vice principals office because while we were waiting for the short bus to our gifted program one of the guys convinced us to help him do some phone scams.

Speaking of the short bus…as 8th graders we would all sing camp songs too and from our program. We sang so much “There’s a hole in my bucket dear Liza” that TO THIS DAY I start singing it the second my car hits Grand Ave in DSM.

We convinced our English teacher to let us watch Kids in the Hall and our Biology teacher to let us watch Monty Python Holy Grail.

I cannot remember a single time it was us against each other. It was always us against the mental well-being of our teachers.

I remember my poor English teacher in... 9th grade, I think? We would just decide that today we were going to have a party instead of class. And once we locked him out of the classroom so he couldn't give us homework.

I think @hal_pomeranz might remember this, he was the guy who blocked the doorway!