Senior Slave Day (or Senior Appreciation
Day, as the administration
prefers it be called) is a bizarre
, and fun
ritual that takes place every year during Homecoming
week at Bethel Park High School
It works like this: Each senior can have up to two underclass slaves. The senior must pay $2.50 for each one. On the designated day, these "appreciators" are subject whatever torment the senior can come up with (provided it is allowed by the school code).
So now, I hear you asking yourself, "What did Dyslexic do for Senior Slave Day?" Well, I was dressed up in fishnets, board shorts short enough to be hot pants, a mesh shirt that bared all, and eyeliner. My dreadlocks were also clipped up to create a dread-hawk hairstyle. Now, being that it was Senior Slave Day, I didn't mind the getup, apart from the fact that my boxers kept showing and the fishnets kept falling down.
Man oh man, do I have quite the treat for my slaves next year....
Well well well, a year has passed, and there were some interesting spectacles this year. (oh, by the way, I was too lazy to go find underclassmen to purchase, so I didn't get to have any "appriciators")
Wonderful sights this year:
- The Hygene Twins. These two dressed up in shower caps and bath paraphernalia. Every time class would change, they would wash each others hair (yes, with shampoo & water), then they would brush each others teeth.
- The Human Birdfeeder. Man this kid was pissed. His senior slathered him with honey & peanut butter, then dumped a bag of birdseed on top of him. They forced him to wear a had with a birdhouse duct taped to it, and they taped wind chimes on his ass.
- Satan's Cheerleaders. These two were dressed up in cheerleader outfits but they also sported some intense goth makeup. Between periods, they would do a dance routine to the campus passers by.
- Ride 'er Cowgirl. A poor freshman was dressed up like a cowgirl, and she carried an entire saddle (full size) around with her. Between periods, she would get saddled up, and seniors could ride her around until class started.
There were some other good ones, who much to my Peckerish chagrin, posed for my camera. I shot a whole roll of film in only an hour and a half. My photographic contributions were donated to the yearbook staff.