re: #280 goddessoftheclassroom

I’m the oldest, so I laid the foundation for my 2 younger brothers to get away with murder.

We were not really bad-bad, but certainly did stuff we should not.

I was 2 years ahead of the next brother. By the time he was a senior, I had already been in the military, and on my own for a while. I think by this time, our mother was a little worn out.

Probably one of the best stories is how his friends left him at the front door, drunk as a skunk. Way drunk. Only one of the friends actually had enough balls to wait for the door to open.

He dealt with the wrath of my mom, and then got to leave. My mother was most mad, because the drunk brother had to wake up in about 5 hours to take the SAT’s.

Bottom line, she thought he would learn his lesson by getting a bad score.

He woke up in time, threw up, drank a can of coke, popped 3 aspirin, went in & took the test.

Got the highest score in the school.