A high school in New Haven, CT. The principal doesn't give a shit about the students and just sits in her office all day, refusing to take meetings with students because she's "too busy with meetings" which means she's changing her wig. There's a shit load of students and the hallways aren't wide enough to fit us all. Poor freshman, they have to elbow there way through all the kids skipping class just to get to their lockers. In the language program, you learn less Spanish or Chinese than you do slang. Who knew there were so many different words for marijuana in the English language? Wilbur Cross is home to many metal detectors, through which each student must pass through upon entering the building. When the metal detector goes off, one of the guido-esque security guards will take a break from shouting in to their Bluetooth to glance in your direction. If you look like a good kid, you can continue on your way. If you look a little sketchy, then they'll wave one of those metal detecting wands in your general direction. All in all, a great place to get an education.