DAY 10
February 11
Prompt: "The biggest rule you broke."
I don't think I actually broke that many "big" rules. I know plenty of people who broke the Big Three (alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes), but that wasn't really my thing. (To anyone who has read my posts on Red Ribbon Week: Insert huge "Duh" here.) I preferred subtler methods of rebellion.
But when I did break rules, I did so with a certain amount of relish. I hung out on the roof of the dance building, both with friends and alone. I snuck out during thunderstorms and tornado warnings, once for a very stupid reason. I got past the Internet blockers with the help of a very computer-savvy friend. I spent a bit of time in my guy friends' rooms after lights-out (let me assure you that they were FRIENDS, and nothing more; there was no illicit reason for my visits, unless you count playing Monopoly). I hung out in the laundry room after lights-out quite a few times. I would sneak into the summer buildings, Braeside being my preference, but willing to accept Kresge or the Bowl in a pinch. I'd go over to the boys' side of the summer camp without signing out, but that was mostly due to forgetting than a desire to beat the system.
To be honest, I never really broke any "exciting" rules. I preferred hearing others' thrilling expulsion/suspension/dorming stories to creating my own. Most of the mischief my friends and I got into wasn't technically against the rules; it just confused and sometimes annoyed people...but I'll save those stories for a later post, shall I? ;)
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