[ SECRET POST #6691 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #6691 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I would’ve loved to have played hooky at a museum, but my town doesn’t have any, so I’d go to the library whenever I skipped school (the town one, not the school one).

[(Anonymous)]

Same, I also went to the library, haha. I would have jumped to skip school to go to a museum.

[(Anonymous)]

Us too! The library was great – books, magazines, computers. And as long as you weren’t too loud or messy, no one would be mad you were “loitering” for hours. Plus it was one of the few places around that had air conditioning, which made it a particularly appealing place to hang out in the hotter months.

[(Anonymous)]

Air conditioned in summer, but also warm and dry in winter.

[(Anonymous)]

Haha same! It was quiet, had plenty of space for me to sit and read or write, there were computers with internet access (but there was a one hour time limit back when I was in high school and college), and I had access to so many books.

[(Anonymous)]

My two best hooky places were the school 2D art studio and the nearby university library.

The art class was never full so I took an unclaimed seat and worked -- the math teacher I was skipping from and my parents were both lightly baffled that when I was skipping class I was going to another class and doing independent study.

At the university library I got on the primitive black-and-amber screened internet machines and read stuff from the Gossamer archive and emailed my various BFFs via HoTMaiL. (These days I have to remember that it's the HTML that's capitalized, I don't just remember it anymore. That was literally the year my foster kid was born, omg, it's been a whole adult's lifetime since then.)