My Exorcist story:
In 1980, I was a senior in high school, and VCR's weren't brand new but they weren't in wide use. I also come from a very small town and they didn't use the school money for things like books and tapes, God forbid, we needed all the money for the football team...
Anyway, for some bizarre reason, the school got their hands on a tape of The Exorcist and we were forced to watch it in Sociology class. I'm not a fan of scary movies in the first place, but that one - oh my dear lord - great cinema, but scary as crap.
Fast forward two weeks or so, and they announce that they're going to show the same damn movie in English class too!!! I mean WTF???? So I said, no thanks, I'll be in the library. Isn't that weird though?? I've never been able to figure that whole thing out.
Have I ever shown you my Shattered Dreams box? It's in my Disappointment Closet. - Marge Simpson