Why I Hated High School..Senior Year Edition


I got into this huge fight with my friend, Jill. We fought over boys, having sex with boys. Which I didn’t and she did. And she lied about it.

I was miffed and left. We never spoke again.

How silly to fight about that. We have e-mailed back and forth, she lives close to me. She can not get rid of her angry toward me about the long ago fight, so we don’t meet up and we don’t get past it. Well, I got past it, she has not.

Before our infamous fight, at least in my eyes, we had quite an odd experience our senior year.

Before we get to that, other things that happened in senior year.

  1. My best friend Paul and I tried to get together as more than friends, he liked- liked me, for years. I never did, I thought I would try it, because I loved him, but not like that. It didn’t work out. Needless to say the friendship was ruined.
  2. My first love, Steve, had broken up with me junior year. He was the boy next door and he left me for a younger girl who would put out. I was heartbroken. Then off to college he went. {after we broke up, I pretty much spent most of the time in fear of him coming back or in wanting him to come back}

This boy came back from college and wanted to get back together, we went out, got a little tipsy, kissed a little, parted, then the next morning, called me to break it off.

Heartbroken again.

After my senior year I moved to Alaska, the night before I left, Steve called and wanted to talk, apologize, get things in order before I moved away, he told me he was off the drugs and booze and was better.

Asked me out to talk about ‘us’, he deliberately got me mad, so I would get out of his car. {Why was I always so gullible? Damn it!}

I was about 1 mile away from my grammas’ house, we stayed there the night before I left. So I got out of the car after realizing he had NOT changed and was tripping and proceeded to walk home. Walking down this dark lonely cold street, crying, I hear a truck coming, it was filled with Steve and his friends in motorcycle helmets. They drove by and egged me. Yep, egged me. Drove by 2 or 3 times. Got me pretty good. I got home, crusty and cold, crying and heartbroken again.

This boy had done some pretty stupid things to me publicly after we broke up. This one time in the school parking lot, Steve, with the girl who put out, stopped in front of the bus I was in and showed the entire bus filled with people, a t-shirt of mine he still had. Then proceeded to rip it up and drive over it. Again and again.

Heartbroken again.

3. I had gone out with this boy who was 2 years older than I, went to a school dance, he was ok, not my love, and I can’t remember, but I think I broke up with him sometime during first half of my senior year. I never really got over my first love, Steve.

So back to my experience, senior year, this was right after Christmas break so Jill and I were still friends and my best friend Paul and I were still friends.

This particular morning was the first morning back after Christmas break, Paul drove us to school and we pull into the school parking lot, there are buses in front of school bldg and we see some spray painting on the wall, I see the word Kris but the bus obscures the rest. We get parked and start walking to the bldg. we hear people talking, looking and such. I remember thinking the name on the wall was another Kris, a younger more promiscuous stoner girl, and I assumed it was her name, and the writing would make for an interesting day.

As we get closer, the bus pulls away {this really makes for a great suspense movie} I see, in huge 4 feet letters, spray painted in black all over one huge brick wall the words, KRIS ******* IS A BITCH. {Insert my last name there***}

You can not even imagine the emotions I went through. Hurt, anger, disappointment, embarrassment. The events of the day were pretty much a blur. But picture the best [or worst] high school movie where the lead character is walking down the hall and everyone, and I mean everyone, is whispering about you ~ look there goes the bitch, that’s the one whose name is on the wall.

It was awful. Come to find out it was a felony to deface school property and the police came to the school just to inform me of that fact. Police, in the school front office, with me. Argh, could it get any worse?

Yep, it could. And did. The police asked me who I thought could have done it. My only thought was Steve. The crazy boyfriend, who I knew had been home on break.

The school, as efficient as they were, got right on the task of cleaning up the mess.

They decided the best mode of action was to sand blast the black paint off. So instead of the words in black, they were now etched in white. And they seemed to have remained there for a lifetime. I think the janitors were in conference for days trying to figure out how to get rid of the foul letters. Finally, they just painted brick red paint over the whole wall. Which stayed there for years.

I’m not sure of the timing of this next event; I can only assume it was the next weekend. Jill spent the night and we were determined to find out who did this to me.

We locked ourselves in my bedroom, pulled out some candles and the Ouija board.

We asked it one question, and one question only.

“Who did this to me?”

It spelled out the first and last name of my evil nemesis.

Now, let me preface this with a few things:

  1. Jill and I both thought Steve did it
  2. Jill did not know how to spell this persons last name, it is a german name
  3. I knew how to spell it, but was convinced it was someone else
  4. Jill swears she did not move the Ouija board pointer
  5. I did not move the pointer

The name the Ouija spelled out was B-I-L-L-R-E-I-N-K-E.

We immediately called his sorry a** on the phone and told him he was in so much trouble with the police and why would he do this to me?!?!?

He replied with just this ~ “because you broke up with me”

ARGH! I had a card with the nice policeman’s name on it; I called him and told him the wonderful news. I knew who did this to me. {I think he met me in the school office, again!}

I told him who the offender was and where he lived, told him I had called him and he confessed to me what he had done.

The cop was pretty jazzed up until I told him HOW I found out. You should have seen his face fall.

Then he yelled at me “why didn’t you tape the phone conversation, now we have no evidence”

Hello? I was a 17 year old girl who had her life crashing down before her eyes {well, it seemed that way at the time} and the cop is yelling at me, thinking I’m a looney.

They questioned the suspect and of course he denied everything. Probably got scared when they told him it was a felony, government property and all.

I called him again and asked him why he did it and why he didn’t give himself up, He just laughed. Psycho.

So pretty much after that, my high school life went down the tubes. In the comments section of the yearbook, all everyone could talk about was the writing on the wall. People were always walking by me whispering ‘and there goes the bitch.’

Not ever wanting to know if and why I was a bitch but seemingly satisfied just to know, I was a bitch. My grades went down. I didn’t gain any friends and lost a few [as stated above]. I could not wait to leave my hometown, and did soon afterwards. I rebelled a little. But what the heck, I was already a bitch.


Ok, I wrote up a true experience I had with the intent of practicing my writing skills. After reading this, I think my writing skills suck.

Any suggestions?

Blessings, Kristina

More Than Conquerors

   Roamns 8: 28And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. 29For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. 30And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.

    31What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? 32He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? 33Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. 34Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. 35Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36As it is written:
“For your sake we face death all day long;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” 37No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

About Kristina

54 year old Christian lady, knitter, crafter, church admin, thrill seeker (only when shopping at thrift stores for tremendous bargains) my 4 dogs and my pigs servant, a child of God, saved, redeemed and trying to be joyful in a fallen world.

6 responses »

  1. I don’t think your writing skills sucked. I understood what you wrote. I picked up on the emotion and frustration, and pain. I got angry which means it brought out an emotional feeling. Signs of good material. As for commenting on how to improve it, I would need to know the reason for writing it; where is the finished article to end up?
    And I have to ask this. WHY would you love such a creep? Why would you love someone who hurt you over and over? I also want to say that it is experiences like this and others were the reasons I chose to homeschool and I have no regrets about that.
    ~~ Kathy, why does anyone love anyone who is a creep? He was my 1st love, when we were together it was perfect, when we broke up, it was a nightmare, I remember being so nervous just going out of the house, because he lived a few houses away. I’m a pleaser, so after we broke up all I wanted to do is get back together to show him I could be the best girlfriend, I was even willing to put out just to get him back. Thank God it never came to that, he always wacked out on me and would call and break it off again. I never felt in control of that relationship and swore I never would be out of control in a relationship again, that led me to lead a pretty promiscious lifestyle for awhile. For years I analyzed all my relationships against that one and dreamt of him often.
    Thank you, Lord, that You have led me away from all that earthly nonsense and into your Sons arms of forgiveness.
    Thanks for the comment, Kathy. Kristina

  2. I understood you very well. My senior year left much to be desired too…hard to believe I fought my parents for my senior year (they wanted me to take my GED and go straight into college after my junior year).

    You know, without the experiences that pain us so much to look back at, we wouldn’t be the people we are now. I keep reminding myself of that. *hugs*
    ~~Kandy, The point behind the story was the ouija board [but I obviously had to give some background And my senior year really DID suck], I still have no explanation as to why that thing worked. I wasn’t a christian then, but looking back now…I could cop out and say God was guiding me…..but really, I have no idea how it happened. Maybe my friend really moved it, maybe not.
    These verses are what made me start to think about that event;
    Le 19:31 – ‘Do not turn to mediums or spiritists; do not seek them out to be defiled by them. I am the LORD your God.

    Le 20:6 – ‘As for the person who turns to mediums and to spiritists, to play the harlot after them, I will also set My face against that person and will cut him off from among his people.
    thanks for the comment, Kristina

  3. I went to three different high schools- not including my year in home school. Each was a vastly different experience. Home school was the best. I got my daily work done in less than 3 hours and was dual enrolled at the college. I got invited to so many college parties my senior year of high school.

  4. i hate high school
    ~~Sorry to hear you hate high school. Lt me know if there is anything you want to talk about. Kristina

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