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I had to clean the teachers room which was filled with cigarette smoke. So of course I saw an opportunity there. I could smoke a cigarette and no one would know unless they caught me in the act. So I would light a cigarette and put it outside on the sill of an open window. Of a similar vein, someone figured out how to smoke on the school grounds without getting caught. Go off at a distance from the buildings. Lay on one's stomach in the grass. Dig a cigarette size hole, and blow the smoke into the ground and bury the cigarette should anyone come.
Teachers room, I never was caught. And after my dining room duties were done I would go hang-out in the nearest boy's bathroom. It was the old building and had character. And then on to study hall where I would slip in at my leisure, within a window of fifteen minutes to a half hour same everyday.
Hall monitors and hall passes, kids would sit in the hallways and ask for passes of anyone should come along who seemed suspicious when classes were in session. Do you have a hall pass Mr Suspicious ? I was never a hall monitor and don't know why. Perhaps because they were the older kids and by the time I was old enough I was irresponsible.
And who did I eat with in the cafeteria ? I had friends but don't remember who they were. Perhaps I was too busy chowing down on the chicken, mash potatoes and gravy, biscuits, cake and a chocolate milkshake. Those were the days. But I still didn't gain any weight, skinny as a rail. But I did shoot up about foot in junior high. Maybe all that food went vertical rather than spread out horizontally.
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