Every high school stereotype was invented by a movie writer who never sat through a fire drill in February. Real hallways don't sort people that neatly. Nobody slow claps in the cafeteria, nobody's locker opens on the first try, and the popular kids didn't have perfect hair. They had a hoodie and a mild cold like the rest of us.
And yet. Think back to sixteen. Somebody always carried a lanyard of keys and opinions about the student council budget. Somebody lived in the theater wing and treated every group project like opening night. Somebody wore the varsity jacket to a wedding, respectfully. Somebody vanished into the art room at lunch and came back with charcoal on their elbows and no explanation.
Fine. The movies had a point, and those kids were great. One of them was probably you. Maybe the Clipboard Overachiever who color coded the yearbook deadlines, maybe the Dramatic Theater Kid who can still sing the whole spring musical on command.
Pick your answers honestly and see which hallway legend you were. No hall pass required.
