Know your roll

If you're thinking "Uh, it's 'Know your Role', not 'Know your Roll'". I know. I went with "Know your roll" for a reason. So, slow your roll. Heh.

I was remembering a particular highlight of my HS career the other day and I don't think I've mentioned it before, so I figured I'd share with you now.

So in HS I was basically your average run of the mill "band geek". I wasn't quite a "nerd", but I was in band and therefore labeled as such. It's okay, there are worse things to be in HS. But in addition to being a "band geek" I was also a "goody-goody". I was completely innocent. Aside from a foul mouth, I was just too sweet and too naive to be anything but perfectly good.

Makes me want to throw up just thinking about it. I mean - I never smoked (bad habit), never drank (except maybe once - so PATHETIC), never talked back to my parents (making up for it now!), never broke curfew, never hooked up, etc. You name it and I more than likely had never done it until I was 18 years old.

My parents were always pretty strict with me. If my grades dropped below a B, I was grounded. If I failed a test or something along those lines... I was grounded. I think my senior year of HS I was grounded more often than not.

Why do you need to know all this, you ask? Because this will explain my behavior on this one particular day in HS.

One day, junior year, my friends had convinced me to go with them out to lunch as opposed to eating in the cafeteria. It was fun "being bad". I think we just went to Taco Smell (Bell). Nothing major. After lunch we went directly back to campus. We were driving around the parking lot, looking for a spot when someone in the car goes - "Oh shit! It's the VP." I FREAKED. If I were to get in trouble for skipping lunch and leaving campus, my mom would KILL me. I am NOT exaggerating here, folks. I'd have been DOA. So I decided to save myself... I decided I had to get out of the car that second and risk hiding it out in the parking lot. So, I opened the car door, vaguely hearing someone say "Arianna! Where the fuck are you going?", and I jumped for it. I literally jumped out of the car... rolling away. It was so damn painful, but there was no way I could get caught skipping. Immediately my friend slammed on the brakes. That's when I hear, "No dumbass, that's just so-and-so (meaning NOT the damn VP)."

WHAT?!?!

That's right. I had just risked a broken neck (or worse some sort of facial injury - hey, this IS high school) for nothing. Well, everyone had a huge laugh at my expense and pretty soon word got around that I had "jumped and rolled" my way to safety. For no damn reason.

God, I hated HS.