Even though for my high school years I went to Northwest Classen and Classen School of Advanced Studies, my heart always lay in Capitol Hill High School, if only for the sheer amount of beautiful girls who attended there.
Let’s face it: the girls in your school are lame, so there’s a real thrill to being introduced to a pal’s cousin named Rita from another school, something that always made band trips and football games the only real reason worth attending. Even though most of the relationships barely lasted beyond a serious make-out sesh under the bleachers, it was always was always a welcomed break from the bland and mundane.