re: Where is your high school class ring?

In a box. Maybe I should wear it and put on my old letterman jacket. I still have some old clothes from high school. Maybe do one of those two pictures side by side of then and now. You know, so I can feel old.

Safe deposit box, along with college ID cards and other such stuff.

I found one in the lettuce bin of a grocery store. Figured it was an employee’s, but the manager did not know anyone with the initials on the ring. Left it in lost and found (it looked like a cheapie) and called the high school (Captain Shreveport) to see whose it might be.

The principal said she could not possibly imagine how they might know that. I asked her if they had a library. Yes. Is there a yearbook in it for class of 199_? Yes. Is there a kid in that book whose initials are YZ?

I think she was embarrassed I had to walk her through that because the bitch never called me back. I actually wrote the school a letter and told them how shitty they were for not giving a damn about one of their graduates,

in retrospect, I should have just snagged the ring from the lettuce bin and sold it at the nearest pawn shop.

Didn't get one. My dad told me he wasn't buying a hs ring he was buying a college ring.

old ex girlfriend from HS still has it, at least i assume. probably still got the scotch tape wrapped around the bottom of it so it would fit her like the girls did back then. she lives in texas, maybe i should her up about it... yo... wheres my ring beeeeyyyoootttcccchhhhhh

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Where is your high school class ring?

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Last time I saw it, it was on the finger of a big breasted chick from TN.

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have no idea how it's made it through 2 moves (one that was over 4 states away) and me not giving 2 shits about it, but it's actually in my nightstand drawer. I don't even try to keep up with it and there it is, somehow the one hideous thing I don't even really care to have.

Can't tell you how many times I've seen it an wondered how I hadn't lost the damn thing and how much my parents were right when they warned me that I wouldn't care about it _____ years down the road.

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That's a lot of words for something you don't care about. Sounds like it's becoming your precious...better throw it in the fire before it's too late.

shoe box in the closet with other random crap.

Safe. It's 40 years old

No clue. Probably at my moms somewhere.

in my scrap gold bag.