Now that I’ve told you about that one high school disaster, I have to tell you about the other one — because of course there’s more than one.
I was reminded of this whole saga recently while catching up with one of my closest childhood friends at our annual Christmas meetup. We always slip into reminiscing mode: childhood memories, inside jokes, and yes… the high school stories that make us cringe and laugh at the same time.
Cheer Tryouts at 6 AM (Because Why Not?)
Picture 14-year-old me: excited, hopeful, and trying out for cheerleading. The tryouts were held before school at 6 AM. And being 14, I did not think to bring an extra outfit or shower supplies. So I went straight to class feeling… let’s say “less than fresh.”
Facepalm doesn’t even begin to cover it.
My first class of the day was jewelry art with a few close friends. I kept joking about how gross I felt and even made a ridiculous comment about rubbing my friend’s Pepsi on me to mask the smell. Why Pepsi? I truly don’t know — but at the time, it felt hilarious in that “we’re young and delirious” high school way.
My friends reassured me that I didn’t smell, told me everything was fine, and we carried on like normal. At least… I thought we did.
The Mysterious Escort to the Office
The day continued until English class. As I approached the door, I saw my teacher standing beside a woman I didn’t recognize — possibly a secretary? Before I could even cross the threshold, the secretary stopped me:
“You need to come to the office.”
And me? Being the cheerful, naive little freshman I was, I responded, “Oh! Sure, I can!” with a literal skip in my step. I had absolutely no idea what was about to happen.
I was seated in a chair outside an office, tucked in a hallway past the lobby. With a few minutes to kill, I pulled out my bronzer compact and touched up my makeup like I was backstage at America’s Next Top Model. Tyra Banks and Snooki would’ve been so proud. Present-day me cringes at the memory.
The Interrogation Begins
A blonde woman eventually appeared and led me into an office. I chirped a friendly “Hello!” because… well, I was 14 and friendly.
She was not.
“Elizabeth.”
Cold. Flat. Disapproving.
Then, after clearing her throat, her voice dropped an octave:
“Elizabeth, have you been doing something you shouldn’t?”
I froze. I didn’t know who she was, why I was here, or what on earth she was implying. I stammered, “No… I don’t think so. What do you mean?”
She stared at me blankly before snapping, “You know what I mean!”
I felt fear rising in my chest. Tears welled in my eyes — which only made things worse. She mocked me:
“Oh wow. You’re quite emotional, aren’t you? Why are you so emotional?”
Her tone, her expression… everything about her said she had already judged me. Already decided who I was. I felt completely trapped.
She stormed out, demanding to know “what I was even doing out there,” and the secretary casually replied, “She was just sitting out here doing her makeup like it was nothing.”
My bronzer compact suddenly felt like Exhibit A in a crime I did not commit.
Panicked, I texted my brother on my little flip phone:
“They think I’ve been doing something!! What do I do????”
He, unfortunately, was asleep.
Enter: The Vice Principal
The blonde woman returned with the Vice Principal — a man who already creeped out most of the student body. Rumors had swirled after a shirtless photo of him (tribal tattoo and all) circulated around school, followed by whispers of inappropriate behavior with female students.
This did not help my anxiety.
“We’re going to have to breathalyze you,” he said sternly.
I was literally shaking as I blew into the tube. Of course it showed I hadn’t been drinking — I was the most straight-laced kid. I didn’t even think drinking was an option for me.
But the humiliation was already done.
Next, they dragged me down the hallway to search my locker. If they were looking for lip gloss and Twilight novels, they would have struck gold. But alcohol? Obviously not.
They found nothing and finally sent me off to class, shaken and humiliated.
So What Actually Happened?
The administration didn’t even call my parents. They didn’t try to understand. They didn’t care.
But they did email the cheerleading coach to report “an incident.”
It turns out a group of senior girls from my jewelry art class had overheard my silly comments about smelling gross. Instead of minding their own business, they drew a map of the art room, put an X where I sat, and reported — in writing — that I had been drinking.
I thought their staring earlier was because I actually smelled. But no. They were taking notes like undercover agents in the world’s most pointless sting operation.
One of those girls is now a police officer, and while I hope she’s grown since high school… I can’t help but worry about discrimination and abuse of power when I remember how casually they lied about me. Even after it was proven false, they kept bragging that they “got me in trouble.” I ran into her years later and asked her about this ordeal, and why it happened. She put the blame on another girl and said it was because she could.
The Aftermath
This whole ordeal shattered my trust in my high school’s administration. I was a naive, emotional freshman who made one silly comment about body odor — and suddenly adults were breathalyzing me, mocking me, and treating me like a criminal.
I truly hope schools handle situations like this differently today.
High school feels huge when you’re in it, but in the grand scheme of life, it’s just a small chapter — even if some moments stick with us forever.
Do you have any stories from high school that still make you cringe, laugh, or both?
Share them below — I’d love to hear them.
Cupcakes & Tea with Elizabeth 