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Our Shopping Trip

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February 8th, 2012 by Sadie (Atlanta, Georgia)

When I was seventeen, I went on my very first date. A little late, I know, but it was finally happening and I was excited. I spent hours getting ready and giving myself little pep talks, stuff like, “He’s gonna love this sweater, you’re funny and smart and this date will be perfect!” We ended up going to a movie theater, but the movie we’d wanted to see wasn’t playing. So we left there and drove around a bit before he decided that we should go to the grocery store. Not as a cute “let’s go shopping together!” thing, but as a “well, I need to pick up some toilet paper and toothpaste” thing. We walked around the store, he picked up the things that he needed, and we left. The whole time we were at the store and in the car, maybe three words were said by each of us. I’ve never felt so completely awkward in my life!

Well I had this huge crush on this beautiful girl in high school. She also kind of had a thing for me! Well we decided we were too cool for the senior prom… at least I thought we decided that. Some jerk asked her to the prom and she said yes. Wow. I was so sad and angry and hormonal. After many nights of bad dreams and cold sweats, I ran to my father and asked him to rent me a Tuxedo. It must have been the day before the prom. I showed up nervous and sweaty and upset, and saw my future girlfriend dancing with this guy. I watched it for a good forty-five minutes before I ran out and took a cab home. The sad thing is that she probably would have rather been there with me, but I was too much of a baby to see it.

My Prom Date

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January 20th, 2012 by Meg (Albany, NY)

When I was a senior in high school I was really excited about prom and the date prospects. I had a date but only weeks before the prom him and his girlfriend had gotten back together and naturally wanted to go together as they were both seniors as well. Last minute I had a friend set me up so I didn’t have to go alone. My date couldn’t have been any less interested which was rough because a girl takes so much time preparing for prom. To prove how uninterested in me he was he refused to dance or talk and at our friends after party he ended up making out in the corner with a friend of mine. The only thing that taught me was to never go on a blind date again.

At the dance alone

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December 23rd, 2011 by beckaboo101 (Fort Collins, CO)

When I was going to go to my senior year prom, I asked this guy to go with me that I really liked. He said he couldn’t go because he had a big soccer game he had to play in. I was a little upset that he couldn’t go but I decided to go to the dance still. During the dance I was walking around and ran into him. I asked him if he wanted to dance and he said no. He really didn’t like me and he was done making up BS excuses and asked me to leave him alone.

When I was in elementary school I sat next to this girl and we became friends. We began to talk to each other and helped each other with homework. By the end of elementary school we were good friends. In middle school things started getting more in depth. We had similar classes since we were both pretty smart. We often studied together; we swam in the same swim team and talked to each other even more. At lunch we sat with each other and by the end of middle school we were like brother and sister. In high school we were always just friends and never talked about having relationships but we both knew it was somewhere in the back of our minds. I guess having been friends since we were 8 made it kind of awkward. One day when we were juniors I asked her if she wanted to go see the new Harry Potter with me and she said sure. So we went to the movie and got our popcorn and found a good seat. About half way through the movie I had to go use the restroom but as I was standing up I knocked over my Pepsi on to her and it spilled all over. It was rather embarrassing because the theater was pretty crowded and they all saw us. She felt really embarrassed too and went to the restroom to clean up, but she never came back. I didn’t know where she was and then at school she didn’t talk to me anymore. I heard from a friend that a guy from our school saw with the drink spilled on her and took a picture and was now sending it around. I thought I had a chance with her but my clumsiness just ruined it.

Knee in the back

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September 17th, 2010 by embarrassed (Denver, CO)

During high school, I went with a group of students to a state tournament. One night, our teachers turned early, and we had a party in one of the rooms. By the end of the night, I was left in my room with a cute sophomore named Amy. After returning from brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I noticed that Amy was in my bed. “Hmm…” I thought, “if she’s sleeping there, where will I sleep?” I vocalized this concern. Giggling, she told me to get into bed, which I did with a combination of excitement and terror. Eventually, I came to the realization that I should make my move. In the intervening hour since I crawled into bed, she’d fallen asleep. Determined to subtly rouse her, I nudged her gently in the small of her back with my knee. This led to nothing, so I stepped up my efforts and nudged her slightly less gently (again to no avail). This went on until I finally drifted off to sleep. By the time I finished breakfast the next morning, it was as if the whole thing had never happened. That is, until our whole group (less our teachers, of course) convened, and Amy walked up to me and said “wow, I shouldn’t sleep with you again; you were kneeing me in the back all night.” I was mortified. I thought that everyone in our group must think I was a huge looser. In retrospect, I realize that one of the cutest sophomores in our school had just confirmed (in front of a large audience of our peers) that she and I had slept in the same bed the night before. I should have been pleased. Instead, I felt embarrassed and ashamed around her for the next year and half.