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Back to field day; I had field days in middle school, (jr. high, or whatever else you want to call it) a full day of utter shit, blow up slides, waterballons. In fact, during the 8th grade field day, one of the 'jam band kids' was put in charge of music, what pain. 'Hippies' throwing frisbee, while Widespread Panic bleard at full volume, no thanks.
In high school, it's called spring fling; even worse. Luckily, this year, me and a friend got outside quick and had time to smoke a bowl in the bathroom. Good, high times.
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