Summer camp. Summer school. Summer love. First jobs. Re-inventions. Endless skateboarding, band practice, television watching. All this plus a visit to Disneyland. Is there anything in life as perfect as summer vacation? SPF wasn't the sun level - rather it was Sexy Playing Females with bikinis and sand and tanning...and maybe then you got burned. Was it by the sun, or a summer lover is what we wanna know. Were you stuck in school, a summer job, or just hanging out listening to your summer mixed music tape? No sleepin' in here. It's a classic high school essay, "What I did on my summer vacation." This time you don't have to pick up a pen, come dictate it to us and we'll guarantee you get the "A." Just make sure you tell us the juicy parts from the three months you got, once a year, to rule the world before the autumn bell brought you back to reality.

If you ever teased your hair, wore studded leather, or decorated the back of your denim jacket with a ballpoint-penned Maiden logo, you're probably qualified to preach the metal lifestyle. Rock and Roll, smoke a bowl! Maybe not always the last part, but being a Metal Head gave you permission for Mayhem, Music, and an image that said "don't f**k with me."

Nobody gets through high school without feeling like a total loser now and again. But God help you if you were unusually intelligent, gifted in something other than sports, or a little more shy than normal. Remember holding your purse or suitcase a little tighter because you think you might still get booked? Nerd, Geek, Dweeb, there was abuse and there was revenge, but chances are you've won the battle as of today. Most people today want to tell millions they were a geek. We're looking for the TOTAL geek. Locker luggage, Wedgies, Noogies. You name it, we want to hear about it. So, celebrate your high school trauma with us, as all those Jock losers watch from their homes.

You know altogether too much about Guatemalan fashion, applecore pipes, Phish, and scabies. There was at least one year of your life when you smoked weed every day. The words Patchouli, Parking Lots, and Playing in drum circles actually mean something to you. On tour or trippin out, what's the journey you took while in the culture of peace and love? Grab your Birks, find your tie-dye, and maybe wash up (?), before you tell us about those high school days as a Hippie. You missed Woodstock by twenty years, but that didn't stop you from taking in a tour with the Dead. So how did the haze of dancing bears and dread locks, stand up to the reality of high school hierarchy and your folks? Grab some munchies, cause it time to scrape the resin of your memory man...ya dig?

Everyone likes to be to be treated as an individual. But no one wants to be different in High School. 'Cause you were more different than you could admit at the time? Being in a clique or group could have been difficult. The real question were you getting out there with all the drama or just staying put. Join us for the most agonizing and captivating episode yet.