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Hate to sound cocky or anything like that, but I had a frigging blast in highschool. I really don't have any noteable bad experiences. My school was probably different than the majority of schools though, at least from what I see/hear about in the media. The most "popular kids" at my school, and by that I mean the most respected, were the kids that were somehow offbeat and independent - not the jocks and cheerleaders like you see in movies. If any kids did try to bully or make fun of other kids they were shunned for doing so. Sure there were still groups/cliques of people etc, but its not like the groups were invite only or anything. You could be the dorkiest kid around and the most popular as well.
My one bad experience isn't related to other kids or anything like that, it is pretty much just that it happened while I was in high school.
A friend of mine, Matt, was going to meet me at the Subway by my house for some food. I met him half way and along the way he had found a plastic bag of counterfeit tens. So we had some fun with it, walking around Food Lion asking people if they had dropped this, to which one jackass actually said yes. We didn't try to spend the money, as it was obviously fake. It looked very real, but it felt just like normal printer paper. So anyways, the next day I brought one to school and gave it to my friend Cyrus as a joke...only thing was he spent it at lunch. The lunch lady saw it was fake, called security, they got Cyrus, he immediately pointed to me. So I got called into security, they grilled me something fierce. I didn't want to get Matt involved unless I had to so I didn't mention him at first. The cop was treating it, and this was a metaphor he used, like I had found a heroin needle and was trying to get kids to use it. They wouldn't let me go (I was under question for a long time), so eventually I introduced Matt into the story as well. At first they yelled at me for not mentioning him...then they asked for Matt's full name:
Cop: What is Matt's last name.
Me with a smile on my face: Constantino
Cop: Matt Constantino?
Me: Yep
Cop: As in Mr. Constantino's son?
Me: Yep.
Matt was the principle's son. Now that he was involved the entire process was altered drastically. They were no longer treating me like a drug dealer and just as a normal kid.
Anyways, this experience was when I learned that the Secret Service gets called whenever there is an issue over counterfeiting. Fun fun.
The Secret Service came to the school a week or so later, called me down. They played a complete good cop bad cop scenario, the woman was forcefull while her partner stood in the corner the whole time, arms crossed, and never said a word. She had told me that Matt had already admitted to printing the money etc etc and that if I agreed to that statement my punishment would be less severe. Fibbing bastards. Matt never admitted to anything, because I know he didn't make it.
I kept getting bullied because I wasn't collaborating with this bull**** when all of a sudden Mr. Constantino came into the room and pushed out the Secret Service telling them to "stop hastling students". That was the end of that, hehe.
I had talked to Matt later that day and he had said they told him that I had admitted to the whole thing.
Anyways, moral of the story is **** the Secret Service and if my kids ever tell me they found something on the ground, I'm going to believe them.
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I always thought "smitty" was cool.
. Met some really messed up people along the way, some committed suicide even. Sorry to sound so bleak but I guess I was pretty lucky in the end 
