Well, this isn't quite at high school, but certainly in the same age bracket:
As a youth I was a member of the Royal Canadian Army Cadet Corps. Learned field craft, map reading, rifle use, parade drill, discipline, leadership etc. It was all free so most of us were inner city, underprivileged types and a little rebellious. One night we were out at a friend's place for some safe, but unsupervised, underage drinking. I guess I was about 15 or 16 and had mixed it up pretty well that night; a little beer, a little wine, a little bubbly and some chocolate cake. I can't remember why, but we were changing locations and a bunch of us took a city bus outside of town. It was an older diesel bus, rumbly. (you can see where this is going right?) Sure enough I started to feel a little green in just about every sense of the word and when it became evident to me that I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer I warned my friend who directed me to the window. We were in the middle of a long stretch of road about a mile from anywhere when it all came up. Oh I got my head out the window in time all right. Just in time to absolutely paste some poor bastard who happened to be taking that long walk at that very moment, and I mean completely, with vomit. My friends all burst into laughter, but I wasn't feeling very good at all and I couldn't help but feel bad about the whole thing.
If, by some odd chance, you were walking along the Claremont Access in Hamilton ON in 1983 or 1984 and you got hit by my expulsion ... I'm still, really, really sorry, dude.
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