A late night post seems like it deserves a topic of a similar sort – a story of some of my escapades in high school, late at night.
I was editor in chief of my high school’s student newspaper, the Flagship (it actually changed from Albatross to Flagship my sophomore year, the year I entered the Journalism class), through my senior year. I wasn’t the best editor ever, but I thought I did a good job and I definitely felt like I had learned and applied a ton from my predecessors. During my junior year, when I was a section editor, I had to stay late-late-late on the Friday before each issue (we published roughly monthly, with papers printed Monday. This was especially true of an event night, like Homecoming, which often occurred on our publish-Friday. Oops!
So I stayed late, and wrote the story about Homecoming, and was up with other punch-drunk people around 11pm Friday night, with our grizzled Journalism teacher Mr. Bare staying out of the kindness of his heart, when two of my senior friends recommended we go run around outside.
Obviously, we went to go run around outside, in the parking lot. Everyone (there were six of us – the two seniors, me and another junior, and two sophomores) was laughing their heads off, but because we were so tired/adrenaline filled/crazy, someone almost got run over by a car coming through the lot. It was a sobering moment, and certainly served to curtail (some of) the laughter. We went back inside soon thereafter, but despite the near-tragedy (maybe because of?) it really bonded us together.
Also reminds me of people just going out into the courtyard during finals in college and screaming their heads off, just to release steam. Sometimes you just have to go run around outside. 