last week me and my friend went to school but when the first period bell rang and everyone was in h/r we left the school.

Mine wasn't really a "Skip school" thing... I liked school, but my gym class was hell. I have strict religious beliefs that do not allow me to wear pants. So, I got no credit whether I was there or not, since I didn't dress out. So, every day during Gym class I made my happy way to the art room and threw pots for an hour. By the end of the semester, I had a whole Lord of the Rings chess set built. I had never taken art, but Mr. Verge loved me! Amazingly, through the work of a h4x0r friend of mine, I got an A+ in gym! Yay, cheap school computer system.

There have been many times I didn't feel like going to school that I remember. Once when I was in the primary grades, I made it look like I was going to take the bus. Then, I snuck off when no one was paying attention and walked to school like a "Big Kid". Then, I decided to go through the forest to a park and sit on a swing for the majority of the day. After I got bored of that, I walked to school and made it for the afternoon. In grade 7, I hated school so I got ready and made it look like I was going to school. Then, I went outside and sat in the snow for a few hours. This happened more than once. It scared my principal and concerned my parents. The principal came to the conclusion that I was suicidal and that my parents should make me go for counseling or something. The truth is, I was never suicidal to begin with. I just didn't want to go to that lame school! The next year, I went to a different school and my attendance improved 100%.

Not one of my proudest moments, but as a sophomore in high school I dropped some acid. Went to Consumer Ed and Gym, then I went and met my friend for lunch and never went back. I sat in another friends laundry room watching things that weren't there. It was good times and everything. I've just outgrown the druggie phase.

I skipped with one of my friends and we started partying at my house. Then his dad called, knew what we were doing, and made us go! Then my dad grounded me for a month

It was an amazing summer-like day in March of 1962. I'm surprised that anyone went to school or work that warm and dry day, after a particularly hard winter. I knew I was going to be caught, 'cause Mom was a teacher at my school (but not my class) but I didn't care. I packed a lunch, got my fishing pole from the garage and walked off into the Quarry Heights woods for a day of fishing. I had never been in these woods before as Dad used to drive me to the fishing place which we fished together, but this day I had a map and a plan to walk through the woods to the Green Lake. Halfway there I found, in the middle of the woods, a junkyard with hundreds of 1930's and 40's vintage cars. I decided to explore the cars. I pretended to drive them, made one into a fighter plane, and as I was checking out a strange looking coupe I found I was not alone. There was another boy, quite dischevled with long straw-like blond hair. He challenged me as to what I was doing in his father's junk yard. I told him I was just playing and that I would go. He said maybe I'd like to have a co-pilot so we spent the entire day being jet fighters. I went home and it was after dark. My family had been worried sick, I never saw Luke again...and later I was unable to locate the junkyard again. BUT the day was wonderfull, and I remember it as clearly as if it had happened this morning.