Craziest. School. Project. Ever.
Gaby Rodriguz, a high school girl in Washington, faked a pregnancy for six months of her senior year as part of a school project on stereotypes. For the past six months, students at Toppenish High School in Washington thought Rodriguez, 17, was pregnant. Only her mother, her boyfriend, the principal, her best friend, a sibling, and a few teachers knew Gaby’s pregnancy was a fake. Keep reading »
“We went to high school together. He was a year older than me … I remember him, he was very tall and skinny, wore lots of ponytails on his head. And I’m pretty sure I bought weed from him.”
—Cameron Diaz tells George Lopez about going to the same school as Snoop Dogg. I am now trying to picture cheerleader Cameron rolling a spliff. [People] Keep reading »
When you’re a teenager and have a closet like Sea of Shoes blogger Jane Aldridge
, you’d imagine that the high school
halls would be your runway. Turns out, Jane’s dreams were often cut short because she was constantly getting in trouble at school for her fashion choices. In this video (starting around 42 seconds), she explains that “I felt so repressed by public school, how, like, they tried to make every kid the same and if you didn’t wear the same thing as everyone else then you had to go to, like, a special class … I was sent to the office everyday for the shoes I wore.” We admit that we were sometimes reprimanded for violating dress code—although our belly tops and showing bra straps were a far cry from Chanel
What about you—were you ever sent to the principal’s office for your high school wardrobe? Did you act out with fashion as a teen? [Stylelikeu] Keep reading »
If you were porking someone the weeks leading up until Freshman Orientation and using the L-word, chances are you are “doing the long-distance thing” at college. And chances are a sizable percentage of your brain is elsewhere, when it should be focused on making new friends, pitching a column to the school newspaper, and discovering the least disgusting dining hall. I am here to tell you that it’s Band-aid time: that is to say, rip it off real quick. Do it. Dump your high school boyfriend.
Gather ’round, college freshmen, for a grizzled tale of love and loss from one who has been around the block. Keep reading »
Given Lady Gaga’s extravagant outfits, we’re at the point where we expect nothing less from her sartorially than innovative get-ups and out-there styles. But she wasn’t always the crazy queen of fashion that we know (and love) today. Back when she was in high school at New York City’s Convent of the Sacred Heart, fashion meant something a little bit different, and lace jumpsuits weren’t exactly de rigueur for Stefani. During a non-uniform day, she showed up to school wearing a too-tight polo shirt and a Juicy Couture tracksuit! Yikes. Apparently, her outfit wasn’t private school approved, and lead to one of those pesky high school detentions. Not exactly the fashion choice we’d expect from her — and certainly not an outfit you want to be remembered for. [Grazia] Keep reading »
Oh, high school, I don’t miss you one little bit.
virgins students at the all-boys Landon School in Bethesda, Maryland, organized a “fantasy sex league” where they could earn points for bedding certain girls, The Washington Post reports. The boys planned to “draft” girls they knew onto teams, throw a series of parties which those girls would attend, and then tally up the points.
Fortunately, these Tucker-Maxes-in-training were caught before the first party took place. Three students received an in-school suspension. But after reading the creepy details of what these boys did, that punishment does not nearly fit the crime. Keep reading »
I shouldn’t even have gone to prom with Bryan. Just a couple of weeks prior he had made out with another girl and told me the purple marks on his neck came from soccer. Like the lovefool that I was, I believed him — until his best friend tattled on him over Instant Messenger. Oh, the acute heartbreak of a first love: I scribbled Ben Harper lyrics — “please bleed so I know that you are real, so I know that you can feel the damage you have done” — on my bedroom wall and devoted pages and pages to this fresh wound in my journal.
Still, I wanted to go on as if none of this had happened. I had just delivered a bouquet of roses to his class on Valentine’s Day. I had just lost my virginity on his bedroom floor while listening to Dave Matthews Band. I had just tanked my grades in Algebra II ditching class with him. What’s more, his mother actually baked casseroles for dinner and grounded him when he flunked AP calculus tests! That is to say they were so blissfully, utterly normal. Given the drinking, prescription drug use and daily acts of familial terrorism at my house, I clung to my first real, serious boyfriend like a life raft. Keep reading »
Here’s what you get for paying $30K+ to attend a posh NYC private school: an awesome fashion elective and exposure of your designs by the New York Times. At Fieldston, one of the most anticipated events of the school year is a student-run fashion show where designers must create wearable art using anything but fabric. They turned to materials like candy, condoms (!), paper, and food wrappers to made runway-ready outfits. Some of the results—like a strapless dress made of rubber gloves, or a man’s bikini top (uh, what?) made of candy dots paper—were entertaining, while a few standouts proved quite innovative (a ballgown bodice made of metal washers; a Warhol-inspired Campbell’s soup can design constructed of jelly beans). But all in all, probably not the type of fashion Blair Waldorf would ever condone. And the “Gossip Girl” character would probably have a heart attack after hearing one student say, “Home Depot is my favorite store.” Keep reading »
There’s a period of time in high school that I’m not particularly proud of and, remarkably, it’s not the time I wore sparkly blue nail polish to prom: it’s when I wore my Playboy Bunny T-shirt. I’d half-forgotten about that thing until I read Playboy is selling official “Playboy Bunny costumes” in honor of their 50th anniversary. My knee-jerk reaction was to laugh. I mean, what a ridiculous costume. Do women actually feel sexy dressed up in a corset, cottontail and bunny ears?
Then I remembered I used to wear a T-shirt emblazoned with the Playboy Bunny logo. Keep reading »