I was going through my yearbook from my last year in high school and I remembered this episode, which I thought was pretty funny.
I'd fallen on asphalt while chasing a friend (mature, I know) and gashed my knee sometime toward the end of the year. I was dating J at the time (who actually also tried to beat up the guy I was chasing after for some reason and had to be stopped) who, I eventually realized, was kind of an ass. Anyway, my knee looked a lot worse than it actually was--orange-red-yellow-brown and salami-esque. I was enjoying grossing my friends out, but prom was approaching and I guess J figured that taking a salami-knee date would be kind of uncool:
He also made some comment in passing on graduation day about how it's nice that I "won't have to study that hard anymore in university" because I was going to study art history.
All pretty funny anecdotes in retrospect, but really! It makes you question your sanity and self-esteem at the time.