If you’ve done time in a High School, chances are you got yours as a 9th grader, in one way or another. That first year (of fear) was so magical for me that I developed a glandular problem, thanks to the amount of sweating needed to keep my ever quivering body cool. So in a tribute to the good ol’ days, here’s five classics that I don’t miss, but would take any day over getting my ass burned with boiling water.