(via storygoes): I can very safely vouch that the locker bethlehems and I shared in high school certainly did not look like this. I think at one point it was so full of books, granola bars, random papers, and nalgenes that it wouldn’t open at all.
The Shared Locker is one of the subtlest memories I have of senior year—so subtle, in fact, that I often forget about it, but it’s an important one. We also kept all of our Russian Studies textbooks in there, all the time. Even second semester. All six. Massive tomes. In total. This was a bottom locker, too. I think I kicked it more than I actually properly shut it.
