a school in NC filled with druggies, future professional athletes, and hoes. a fun place to be but good luck keeping a secret because words spread like fire across the halls of this prison. if you go here you're either super rich or super poor. there is never a boring day here and can be pretty fun if you have friends from every group and luck out on a good teacher team.
As close to never-never land as you get. Where adults are forever ski-bums, and kids are raised to love their mountains. If you drive 20 miles out of town on a Saturday night in the summer, be watchful of teenagers around a bonfire, with beer in hand.
As a verb: asking someone a question with the idea that their answer willserve as the necessary conversational opening for you to tell some big story about yourself.
Dwayne: Have you ever been to France?
Shawna: Yes, I went there for two weeks with my family last summer.
Dwayne: I spent three months in France last summer, and man, I really know a lot about French life now. Let me tell you about this cafe I went to in Nice ... Bla bla.
Shawna: Ooh la la, does he know how to springboard!
Town in the middle of nowhere with four black people, no stoplights, and one gas station where everyone gets their chew. If you drink, you go to mountain road extension. If you go to school (even if its once a week), it's the tight halls of BSHS. And if you fuck up, everyone knows about it. LET'S GO BUBBLERS.