High school is supposed to be a defining moment of our adolescence — preparing our bright, young minds for the real world.
Instead, for teenagers like me, it was a series of the most unfortunate, traumatic events that shaped me into a maladjusted adult, missing the days of no real responsibilities and misguided, carefree passions.
Do you have an embarrassing high school story you wish you could erase from everyone's memories? I do.
For me, it was the winter formal of my senior year. Everyone spent big bucks on shiny tuxedos, fancy gowns, and outdated limousines for the biggest night of our high school career.
My parents spared no expense on my tuxedo and matching Stacy Adams shoes.