There are two kinds of people in this world. The Ferris Beullers, who grin at the thought of a wild day playing hooky. And the Jeanie Buellers, whose eyes gleam at the thought of turning them in.
Which one were you during those formative school days? Were you the good-girl Sandra Dee from “Grease?” Or perpetually in detention like John Bender in “The Breakfast Club?” Did you rain torment on your peers a la Regina George in “Mean Girls?” Or pledge allegiance to a passionate teacher like John Keating in “Dead Poets Society?”