Everyone knows that sophomores can be overconfident in their knowledge, immature, and juvenile. It’s the time in your high school life where you’re not considered a little freshman anymore but instead an older more mature individual because of your ranking. Rather than being a positive role model to younger classmates, I was instead a sophomoric sophomore at the Dunn School. Every school has that thick, binded handbook with pages filled with boring bolded black writing explaining each and every school rule that one must abide by. Somehow I managed to violate all; from minor rules to major rules and everywhere in between. Dress code is the most frequent rule one can violate. There wasn’t one day where I didn’t have to have my arms straight down my sides to make sure the length of my dress was long enough or that I had to go back to my room to put on a sweater over my 2.5 inch straps that had to be 3. Rule 1: Dress code and I never got along. This is where it all began. PDA, in other words, public display of affection. Rule number two: broken and as a result, conduct warning. Dating my ex boyfriend for several months of the school year, I always had to be cautious of who was around me, or in my case, not so cautious. I’m sure I wasn’t the only student who showed affection towards their boyfriend or girlfriend. I’m not so sure many can say they’ve had awkward encounters when their L.S teacher and tutor followed them into the Boys Day Lounge. Every couple wants to be alone, but when you’re a student at the Dunn School there’s no such thing. I thought the barn, Senior Lounge, Boy’s Day Lounge, Loy Lounge, and the field could be a way to escape from constantly being watched by teachers waiting for me to screw up again. It got to the point where my ex and I were not even allowed to sit next to each other under the same roof. I felt trapped, not only for that reason, but in general. Furthermore, I was always getting my phone taken away for something insignificant, like answering my mom’s phone call 4 feet away from lower campus or getting campused for not signing out correctly. I felt like I was going to have an emotional breakdown at any minute. I had to leave somehow, and at one point I was campused not for two weeks but for a month. That’s when my friend Kelly Whelan and I decided to escape from the Dunn School for at least a couple of hours. Rule