When they gave me the Sash to wear it was my proudest day. Hall Monitor is a sacred trust, sanctified by principal and God, that no toughs, hoods, greasers or punks can tear asunder. I took these words to heart. It was all I could do to keep them from stripping it away as I crept into bed that night. They can't possibly understand the awesome responsibilities that come with the Sash.
Any high school has but a thin yellow line between order and total anarchy.
Why, just yesterday, Moose Majinsky ran into me by accident, knocking me over. He even favored me with some advice. I think he meant it, too. He's under terrible strain, what with his gone missing two weeks ago. Petey was eventually found, trussed up and decaying in the heat of the school boiler room, his body seeming to twitch, chock full with maggots and larvae, writhing.