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Gather 'round kiddies. This is one of my favorite stories from school. But first... a little background to set the mood.
Well, every year at my private HS, the entire HS (all 300 of us, freshmen through seniors) went to a camp on the Oregon coast for a week during the fall and again three days in the spring. It was always a LOT of fun. 🙂 Everybody knew everybody; it was almost like we were one big family. Brings back great memories. During the first venture to Winema (why-nee-mah) beach, the last night of the trip was The Dinner. That night, the Seniors would go through with what they've been planning for months. The seniors would host a dinner in honor of the juniors, next year's owners of the school. They would keep everything secret until that night, planning a main theme, what for dinner, festivities, decorations, costumes for the night's theme, thinking of things like advice and such for the juniors. There would be a huge party, music, games on the beach, etc. Ah, the good ol' days.
During the fall, The Dinner would take place, but it would be the juniors turn to honor the seniors for their accomplishments in HS and life, for being in the position that they held, and wishing them the best of luck in life. Again, all in secret, the theme was chosen, dinner planned, costumes, decorations, festivities, the works. That was fun and all, but the best thing was WINEMA RELAY. Whichever class was hosting (either Senior Relay or the Junior Relay) also had the joys of planning the school-wide suffering that is this rally that was known, revered by all, and feared by some. The class would plan 12 or 15 different "stations" for each class to go through the relay. It was entirely up to the class. Everything was involved, including eating baby food, shaving balloons without popping them, cracking an egg at shoulder hight trying to make it into the styrofoam cup that was in the mouth of someone laying on the ground. There were other worse things, which I yet shall explain. *mwuhaha*
During the fall, my junior year, I was attending the Winema beach trip for the first time. I had just transfered to the school for that year, so I didn't know what I was getting myself into. The seniors planned a wonderful dinner for everyone, but I kept hearing about this mysterious Senior Relay several hours before dinner. Each class participating (freshman, sophomores, and juniors) were given a sheet of paper with a named list of the obstacles. Not necessarily explained, but just a name. The baby food eating was named something like Grubbin, the two-liter drink-off was labelled chug-a-lug, etc. I signed up for chug-a-lug because I was too chicken to sign up for something that would potentially get me very dirty or messy -or so I thought.
Each class had a Honeydew covered in crisco tossed into the lake. At the beginning of the race, one person from each class had to swim out and get it. After that, that same person had to run TheMelon throughout the course, to each station and each obstacle could not be started until TheMelon was presented at the station. When it came time, I was running with the group and the carrier of TheMelon to the ChugALug station. I got there, a little winded, and started chugging. We got there first out of the three classes. My class was standing around cheering me on and yelling to drink faster. It's kinda hard to suck down Ruby Red when you're quite winded from running all over the camp, after TheMelon, waiting to get to the station you signed up for. I had to burp, so I stopped drinking, and burped. No biggie. Apparently the crowd didn't like my stopping, so I cut short my relief and started drinking again. Before I knew it, a hand was out and squeezing the two-liter. Ruby Red shot down my throat, and I felt an urge to burp. It kept coming. I felt an incredible urge to burp. I moved out of the way and removed the bottle from my stretching throat only to start feeling queezy. That much Ruby Red on an empty stomach cannot be good.
What happened next?
My eyes, with Ruby Red squirting out of the corners, came to rest on a wonderful girl in my class standing in front of me, shaking her finger at me yelling at me to start drinking again -threatening bodly harm to me if I don't. That queezy feeling got to be too much. Coupled with the greatly uncomfortable pressure built by the carbination and being shot down my throat... I threw up. Projectile, empty stomach, Ruby Red, all over her and her white shirt in front of the entire school body who had caught up to us by then.
The crowd got quiet, I handed off the two-liter and hobbled off to puke the rest of the pressure out in the bushes. Apparently, there was a white shirt, jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes all drenched in "ABC" Ruby Red left in a garbage can that year.
She and I became very good friends for the rest of the year that she attended there, and we all lived hapily ever after.
The end.
Well, every year at my private HS, the entire HS (all 300 of us, freshmen through seniors) went to a camp on the Oregon coast for a week during the fall and again three days in the spring. It was always a LOT of fun. 🙂 Everybody knew everybody; it was almost like we were one big family. Brings back great memories. During the first venture to Winema (why-nee-mah) beach, the last night of the trip was The Dinner. That night, the Seniors would go through with what they've been planning for months. The seniors would host a dinner in honor of the juniors, next year's owners of the school. They would keep everything secret until that night, planning a main theme, what for dinner, festivities, decorations, costumes for the night's theme, thinking of things like advice and such for the juniors. There would be a huge party, music, games on the beach, etc. Ah, the good ol' days.
During the fall, The Dinner would take place, but it would be the juniors turn to honor the seniors for their accomplishments in HS and life, for being in the position that they held, and wishing them the best of luck in life. Again, all in secret, the theme was chosen, dinner planned, costumes, decorations, festivities, the works. That was fun and all, but the best thing was WINEMA RELAY. Whichever class was hosting (either Senior Relay or the Junior Relay) also had the joys of planning the school-wide suffering that is this rally that was known, revered by all, and feared by some. The class would plan 12 or 15 different "stations" for each class to go through the relay. It was entirely up to the class. Everything was involved, including eating baby food, shaving balloons without popping them, cracking an egg at shoulder hight trying to make it into the styrofoam cup that was in the mouth of someone laying on the ground. There were other worse things, which I yet shall explain. *mwuhaha*
During the fall, my junior year, I was attending the Winema beach trip for the first time. I had just transfered to the school for that year, so I didn't know what I was getting myself into. The seniors planned a wonderful dinner for everyone, but I kept hearing about this mysterious Senior Relay several hours before dinner. Each class participating (freshman, sophomores, and juniors) were given a sheet of paper with a named list of the obstacles. Not necessarily explained, but just a name. The baby food eating was named something like Grubbin, the two-liter drink-off was labelled chug-a-lug, etc. I signed up for chug-a-lug because I was too chicken to sign up for something that would potentially get me very dirty or messy -or so I thought.
Each class had a Honeydew covered in crisco tossed into the lake. At the beginning of the race, one person from each class had to swim out and get it. After that, that same person had to run TheMelon throughout the course, to each station and each obstacle could not be started until TheMelon was presented at the station. When it came time, I was running with the group and the carrier of TheMelon to the ChugALug station. I got there, a little winded, and started chugging. We got there first out of the three classes. My class was standing around cheering me on and yelling to drink faster. It's kinda hard to suck down Ruby Red when you're quite winded from running all over the camp, after TheMelon, waiting to get to the station you signed up for. I had to burp, so I stopped drinking, and burped. No biggie. Apparently the crowd didn't like my stopping, so I cut short my relief and started drinking again. Before I knew it, a hand was out and squeezing the two-liter. Ruby Red shot down my throat, and I felt an urge to burp. It kept coming. I felt an incredible urge to burp. I moved out of the way and removed the bottle from my stretching throat only to start feeling queezy. That much Ruby Red on an empty stomach cannot be good.
What happened next?
My eyes, with Ruby Red squirting out of the corners, came to rest on a wonderful girl in my class standing in front of me, shaking her finger at me yelling at me to start drinking again -threatening bodly harm to me if I don't. That queezy feeling got to be too much. Coupled with the greatly uncomfortable pressure built by the carbination and being shot down my throat... I threw up. Projectile, empty stomach, Ruby Red, all over her and her white shirt in front of the entire school body who had caught up to us by then.
The crowd got quiet, I handed off the two-liter and hobbled off to puke the rest of the pressure out in the bushes. Apparently, there was a white shirt, jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes all drenched in "ABC" Ruby Red left in a garbage can that year.
She and I became very good friends for the rest of the year that she attended there, and we all lived hapily ever after.
The end.
