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Flashback Friday: Suspended, in school

I forgot that there was one other time I had a run-in with the authorities at school (besides this time).

Westview High School, Portland/Beaverton/Aloha, Oregon (depending on who you ask), 1997ish. Westview had what was called a "closed campus," meaning that students were not allowed to leave school grounds during school hours. I don't know that anything dramatic ever happened to spur such a policy; it's just the way things were.

There was one big exception to the closed campus policy, and that was for people who attended classes during the school day off-campus. I can think of only a few classes this actually applied to - one was some sort of technical course offered at a facility down the road. Another class was my very own Mormon seminary. The small building where we held class during lunchtime was in sight of the high school, but off-campus. So we were all issued special green passes that we had to keep with us in case we were stopped by the Gestapo (our lovely name for the campus patrol, who rode around in golf carts) so we could prove that we were allowed to be off-campus.



That green card was a wonderful thing. Its power was specific to the exact time period you had whatever special class, but still, that time period was glorious. Sometimes friends and I would get past the Gestapo using that pass, and then take a detour to Zuka Juice or somewhere before going to seminary.

I tell you all this because on the day that I got caught by the Gestapo, I did not have a valid green card. Some friends of mine invited me to go to Subway with them for lunch and I said sure. It wasn't like we needed to go because there wasn't food on campus. I may have even had my own packed lunch in my bag. It was just cuz, you know?

So we went. We got out of the parking lot with no trouble from the Gestapo - they were nowhere in sight. The fact that some students had green cards provided a benefit to the rest of us because if the Gestapo saw us driving out of the parking lot from a distance, there was at least a chance that we were doing so legally, even if we really weren't.

Which, at that moment, we weren't. Anyway, we had a great lunch at Subway and came back to campus just in time for 7th period. Also: just in time for the Gestapo to bust us. D'oh! All the fun I had had melted away in that instant and all I could think of was, "WHY did I do that?"

We were escorted to the principal's office, but since it was high school and he had better things to do than yell at kids and make them cry (see previous FF, linked above), we didn't actually see him. Instead, we were sent to In-school Suspension, or ISS. It was just a room with desks where we sat down and...thought about what we'd done? I'm not sure what the point was. I missed class, though, and that was kind of a pain.

I think they called my parents, too, who once again favored me with a very proportional response, namely, "meh." I guess they knew I was basically a good kid.

And I was! But it is true that I was once sent to ISS. Make of that what you will.

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