A place for the worst kids from other schools to attend.
CHAUG stands for Challenge, Honor, Adapt, Understand, and Grow, but really it should stand for Chopped Hoes And
Ugly Girls.
The average penis length is .5 inches (erect) and every boy has transitioned from the ice cream scoop haircut to either a buzz or a
mullet, and none of them look good. Every time the bell rings,
Angel gets sent to APO.
Minnechaug has cliques within cliques, and for some reason the
people in the cliques date each other for about a month and then breakup, only to get back together a week later or remain weirdly close
friends.
The chicken burgers move on their own once in a while, somehow the hallways smell like shit once a month, sometimes the
sped kids are smarter than the basic
bitches, and the boy athletes all like to have private locker room time with each other.
Every day you will see a staff member you’ve never seen before and you will never see them again.
The assistant principal never leaves your side, especially if you’re a girl who was caught vaping once back in your freshman year.
The bus drivers either
don’t talk or care what you do, or they’ll pull over the second they hear a racial slur.
Rumors spread like
butter, and you never actually have a good day at Chaug.
Minnechaug is somehow the greatest school in a 20 mile radius.
I used to
go to Minnechaug, then I realized I had a purpose in life.
One time I went to Minnechaug, and I haven’t been the same since.
Minnechaug is like my home. (I’m an
orphan).
I was the smartest kid in my class at Minnechaug. I hated getting made fun of for having
down syndrome, though.