The most ghetto ass school in the New England area. The principle is the ringleader of the KKK, and the administration is under suspicious of running Al Qaeda. Kids bully other kids like people bully Kylie Jenner's lips. The administration puts forth a potato as higher priority than the lives of their very own children. Not to mention, kids there have enough money to buy the entire west side of Asia, and still have money left over to fuck other regular children around. DO NOT GO TO THIS SCHOOL IF YOU ARE BLACK because it could possibly turn into a lawsuit. Located in Braintree MA, this school has intoxicated the community for over one hundred years. Everyday kids come into class pondering upon their teacher's sexual orientation. If you take away the kids there all you will find is a pile of rotting bricks and a bunch of Vineyard Vines sweaters, maybe some rolex watches.
by manathi May 9, 2015
by Teddy P. January 13, 2005
Only the most annoying prep school on the south shore. Filled with hockey playing jocks, who actually are so preppy to begin with that they wear khaki's outside of school. Girls whose skirts can never ever be too short, not even when we can clearly see the outline of the bottom of your ass. Usually, we can see your whole ass. Not accepting at all. Mostly everyone is full of themselves and ignorant. Nobody is going to make it in the real world unless you're still living off your daddy's income. Extremely cliquey and sports oriented, if you don't do a sport, you suck! Everyone is closed-minded, and nobody is allowed to be different, or else you are cast off to the sides as "not cool enough."
We are too good to use the word snipe, so we decided that smoke would be what we would call it.
The so called popular kids are faker than barbies.
And the girls don't know how to sit properly in desks while wearing a skirt. PLEASE CLOSE YOUR LEGS. As much as you may think so, nobody wants to see that. Not even that cute hockey player that sits across from you.
We are too good to use the word snipe, so we decided that smoke would be what we would call it.
The so called popular kids are faker than barbies.
And the girls don't know how to sit properly in desks while wearing a skirt. PLEASE CLOSE YOUR LEGS. As much as you may think so, nobody wants to see that. Not even that cute hockey player that sits across from you.
by notoneofthem May 19, 2009
The home to many "pole up ass" teachers, some men, some women, and Mr. Dunne who we're not too sure about. The home to "collar up" pink shirt and kaki wearing bitches who prance around as if it were a dockers commercial. The home to several dealers of the power flower who find it amusing to rip off retards who dont know crap about the power flower to begin with (shhh! dont tell Fred!) The home to the largest percentage of caucasian white males in any school on the face of this earth. If Mao Zedong saw our school, he would bomb us within minutes. The home to several girls where the rules that apply are: The hotter and sluttier you are, the cooler you are and the higher chance you'll get to give steam to a hockey stud.
by VK January 5, 2005
Let me just say that everyone on this page is right, except for the one attempting to make fun of Tim Roche and Melch. You hockey players are just a bunch of AIDS-carrying 20 year olds that look to infect all incomming freshman.
by Coolio January 4, 2005
A high school on lovely Washington Street whose students all apparently have too much free time on their hands. And coming from me that's saying a lot.
One thing no one's mentioned yet is that the Thayer math team gets no respect despite having a record that the average sports team could only dream of. And we're better-looking, too.
One thing no one's mentioned yet is that the Thayer math team gets no respect despite having a record that the average sports team could only dream of. And we're better-looking, too.
I have nothing to do this free period. I might as well write long, ranting insults about people no one on the Internet has ever heard of on urbandictionary.com!
by Loquacious February 1, 2005