Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Senior year of high school I found out that most of my class hated me. I asked this girl who I thought was my friend to prom. She asked for some time to think about it, which I knew usually means, “no”. Anyways, I thought she was simply thinking of a way to put me down gently. Though that was the case, she triggered the events in question that led me to realize my standing with the rest of the senior class.

One day, a teacher asked me to deliver some papers to my English teacher, which I did. Upon delivery, the teacher looked at them and called the other teacher if he could keep me in his office for a bit so that I could take care of them while he taught class.

As I was in the office reading the practice papers (It was for freshmen timed writing practice. They were always handed to a teacher or teacher’s assistant to be read and graded), I heard my so-called friend in the classroom. What she said surprised me. She asked the teacher how to turn me down. The whole class heard that and most of the students in the class started going on and on about the things about me that they didn’t like. Of course, there were a few people who stood up for me, that I’m thankful for. However, the cruel words that the other students were saying paralyzed me. I couldn’t grade the papers anymore. I wrote a note to the teacher, explaining where I went, and left the office through the other door as to not pass by the others.

I skipped my “no class” and went to the courtyard. There, I thought about what I would have to say to my so-called friend. I decided that I would retract my offer and sever ties with her. I then went to my next class.

By lunchtime, pretty much everyone had heard about what had happened in that class. Most of the senior class started to reveal how they flt about me. They felt glad that someone started it. Apparently, making fun of me was like punching an annoying retarded child.

When I saw her the next day, she said that she had an answer for me. However, I would not hear it. I told her that I no longer wanted to go to prom with her and that I could no longer consider her my friend. I told her that I overheard everything because of where I was at the time. I then left.

It was not until the next week that I found out that not only did she actually want to go to prom with me, that she also had a crush on me for the last three years. Turns out, I misheard what she said. The teacher asked, “are you going to turn him down?” and she replied, “Why would I turn him down?” However, the whole class heard it and started going on about me. However, I could not forgive her because she still joined in later on, but I did feel really bad about what I said to her. I said some really really harsh things to her. However, she was avoiding me. She didn’t want to talk to me.

I still haven’t talked to her. I feel really bad about that.

@Gabriel Kaxbe

Holy shi- man, that’s hard…hopefully when you meet her for some od reason, it’s not going to be all awkward -.-;

For me, When I was in middle school I had no friends. and I mean none, I mean NONE. I would always try, but they always just walk away from me. I would be in ena club and I would be one of the top 3 players, but no one would talk to me. actually, they would bully me still. I didn’t care until one day I made a best friend for 2 years, then the day before graduation, he tried to stab me with a knife with bunch of his “friends.” there he told me he never liked me to start out with and never wanted to see my face ever again. I told my Counselor about it, then he just said “tough luck, seems like I gotta change your assigned school.” Then he sent me to a highschool where dumb people of our middle school goes. but now I think about it, I think he actually did care, so he put me there.

Also, in everyone’s yearbook, only my picure was blacked out and said something horrible.

Highschool, there were many problems due to not knowing ANYBODY, but because I was in marching band, I made a friend that apparently got a crush on me (never knew until senior year) so it wasn’t all that lonely. Then I made another friend (my GF now) that made my school life alot more interesting. Nothing happened much until I apparently organized something called “Highschool Family.” there was about 65 people involved and I was the father for everyone. So if they fuck up, I take the blame, and I have to warn my kids about it. It was like that for about 4 years, then after I graduated, my GF tells me they all talk behind my back about how much of a dick I am. And when I see them outside, they pretend they still like me and all, but I dunno why, but I can tell that they were faking it. Doesn’t matter for me, i still talk to them like I always do, and I still love my family as if tey were my actual wife/sons/daughters/pets.

@gabriel kaxbe: that sounds like it was taken out of the pages of bcb, or at least it would fit in perfectly

Wow, I hear a lot of drama, but I’ve been lucky to stay out of most of them.
I’m “bullied” sometimes, but the people I’m around don’t mean to cause harm.
Most of them are good people, just making bad choices.

During High-school? Naw Nothing like that. During Highschool I was basically a ghost, so I created, nor encountered any real drama.

As a kid though I wasn’t so lucky. I was sort of the low point people could compare themselves too. HAHA even X can outrun you, or haha even X is smarter then you, and so forth. Thing is I didn’t CARE at the time. I was a happy kid, with my head in the clouds, and most of my real friends were my Neighbors, not my Classmates. I did have one friend in school though, nice enough of a guy or so I thought…

Near the end of elementary I moved to a new school, made a few new friends, had to deal with a bully or two but nothing too harsh. What surprised me though was in the middle of winter I was ambushed, and tossed around by the ‘Old friend’ from my previous school. It seemed his reason for befriending me was to steal my stuff, which he did easily with how air headed I was as a kid. Unluckily for him when I left the school the Kids there needed someone to replace me as the loser kid; given that he appeared to be my ‘best friend’ back in those days he was the perfect target for it.

So yeah… he wasn’t really happy about that, and at the time blamed me for it. Strange how things work huh? Sort of Karmic in a way. Still this was all before highschool, and was pretty much completely forgotten about by the time I got there.

I agree with jmiles, Kaxbe’s story sounds like it was written by Taeshi herself.
If you ever see her again, the obvious thing to do would be to apologize for what you said, explain why you said it, and everything would just be right as rain (by which I mean, awkward as all get out, especially if she has moved on). Although, I do think it’s important that you see her again. I don’t think I could leave it be with something like that on my conscience.

Yeah Kaxbe’s story sure as heck beats my fools crown tale that’s for sure. Can’t blame the girl for her reaction though…

Certainly something I could see happening in a High-school drama story yeah, given that no one is “truly” at fault here it fits. Just a bunch of misunderstandings, never fun.

Jr. High was bad for me. I’m one of those nerdy guys who builds their sense of self worth on their GPA. Found out the hard way I’m terrible at math and that caused some ANGST. When Columbine happened, a lot of people thought that I’d show up one day and start gunning people down. Didn’t help my folks are teachers either, had more than a few awkward dinner conversations.

LOL Drama.

@fourward: I didn’t even get a chance to talk to her when I went back home for spring break. Last thing I heard about her was that she was taking tae kwon do lessons. Don’t know why.
And
Damn, son… I’m glad that things got better for you in high school.

@jmiles and waffle911: It really sounds like it was written by Taeshi? *rereads* My only moment with tons of drama sounds like it belongs in BCB…

Primary back home was the worst for me. One time, the teacher did a questionnaire in 4th class about who we liked, who we hated etc (you’d know nuns ask those questions in a straightfoward manner). I wasn’t much surprised when I found out that all of 4B absolutely hated me. I only had one friend I recall, and he was in 4A. Then again, I was a troubled kid and nearly got expelled twice in that school (I avoided the 3rd only because the Head nun had a heart attack).

Primary here was the same in 3th class (got dropped a level to “improve my English” by the second month I was better than almost all my classmates, thanks to having gone to a Language institute back home). 4th Class was a bit of a turning point though I went up and down with my classmates. One time I got chased by a group that wanted to beat me up for sowt I said, and they didn’t stop until I nearly got run over by a bus. Funny thing is, I saw the leader of the group last year, and we had a great chat while I was on the tram to school. Life is funny indeed.

Secondary is where I’m at now. Still with the up and downs. One week admired by many, the next hated by almost all, even with friends it’s like that. Only one guy gave me grief, if you could call it that. He was a racist prick and saw me as a f***ing Brit sympathiser so he literally started throwing stuff at me. Thankfully he dropped out after Junior Cert. Now there’s this annoying racist fat ginger prick, but he’s even more hated than I am, so no worries there… In fact the teachers are more annoying and incompetent than students in our school.XD

“Now there’s this annoying racist fat ginger prick, but he’s even more hated than I am…”

You….you go to school with a ginger Eric Cartman?

Ha, ha, ha! That’s actually pretty good mate. No, Eric Cartman actually has redeeming characteristics. This guy is just plain annoying. Today he was screaming in a free class that I was a f***ing minority, so I started taunting back that if that’s the best he could come up with then no wonder there wouldn’t be any Ginger’s left by the end of the century. It was pretty entertaining actually.

I don’t actually have owt against gingers. One of my mates in Transition Year (year below me) is a ginge and we High-five every time we see each other on the corridor. It’s just that the other prick is so annoying and as many people pointed out, an even bigger minority than me, so I can rip him out it. XD

You realize, of course, you’re much better off just ignoring him, right?

Well,this happened to a friend of mine and some of his friends too,and the whole trouble happened at the day i got a respiratory problem.
I was visiting a colleagues house playing pokemon TCG when we finished some 5 round battle(he is realy persistent,he only stops when he defeat me,that never happens actualy) his friends invited us to play basketball at the near gym,i declined because of my problem,then i drived back home and my friend got to the gym play basketball.
The next day my friend told me that 2 police stopped them and accusing them for drug possession(they are a bit stupid but they don`t use drugs),the police raided and shot the basketball thinking that has drugs within,then the police got away after they didin`t find the drugs.
Then the day my friend told me the story his father got to the police house and talked a lot of what the police did to my friend and co.
Now thinking,if i didin`t had the respiratory problem i would go with them,about the cops?Well,they will get trouble because i didn`t learn kung fu for nothing,no one are alowed to beat my friends when I’m around.
well,the police here is kinda bunch of idiots(or dicks,whatever you guys calls the stupid or idiot ones)

I don’t particularly remember anything big doing down during my time that wasn’t just talked about on the 6:00 news that night. (Meaning it had nothing to do with the school.)

But there’s one event i remember that was just… really out there. I was on the bus to go home (i think this was during high school), when this cop car comes up behind it. Suddenly this kid from behind, from out of NOWHERE, runs up to the front of the bus, goes into the seat in front of me, opens the window, somehow SLIPS THROUGH IT, and starts running away. (Big feat, since, you know, those windows only open, like, a foot or so.)

That scared the living crap out of me at the time.

Lets see, summer of 7th grade I attended a farewell/birthday party for my best friend who was moving away. It was an overnight party and I was the first to fall asleep never making it to the end of the James Bond movie we were watching. Consequently I was the first to wake up in the mourning, had breakfast, said my final goodbyes to my friend and went home. Sometime during the night over $70 worth of money and gift cards had disappeared and most of those who were at the party, many of them good friends of mine decided I was to blame. Word spread and within a week almost every friend I had, many I’d known since preschool, deemed me to be untrustworthy. Combine this with my best friend moving away and I lost pretty much every friend I had.
Next year I plenty of drama, my former friends hated or ignored me and middle school was bad enough with seven or eight people to hang out with. Alone it was pretty damn hellish and I actually cheered when it was over. With high school I made new friends, most notably with several people I had actually helped to bully years before. High school had its own drama, but was much better than middle school.

I have never experienced much drama in school. The closest I get is that I had this crush on someone. You know, there’s this boy I’m very close friends with? After two years on the same school I told him. I was rejected, though. We’re still as good friends as we used to be, so there was no real drama but it was quite embarrassing at the time.

Ah, but there has to be sowt dramatic mate. Did someone get pregnant while you were in school? Did someone sell cock-tails to their classmates? Did someone brag abut getting an exemption from a subject everyone hated, only to find out he couldn’t get exempt and had to go back to class? Anything at all.

No, actually, never. Some of the boys threw stink bombs at each other from time to time, but otherwise it was quite uneventful. And stink bombs rarely carry much drama with them.

There was a couple that broke up (it was a very small school, mind you), but on the whole it passed without any complication for anyone.

How small is small? I’m going to a pretty small building which is unsuitable to hold the 500 people in it. Did you have about 300 people or less in total? As for the stink bombs, they only carry drama if someone decides to light the class bin on fire as well. Which is what one of the retards in my class did (and we are supposed to be the honours class). He got suspended for it. Thankfully it’s the ass-hole that dropped out after last year. Probably gone to seek his dream of joining the IRA, maybe he’ll die first. I mean, who in their right mind wants to grow up to be a terrorist?

I went to a small highschool of about 500 kids in total, and that was PLENTY big enough for some good ol’ fashion teh drama!

Most of teh drama! I experienced was the kind of teh drama! resultant from various shenanigans (which tends to be somewhat less dramatic than relationship drama)…like the time I stuck my tongue out in a school photo, or the time I got pansed in front of the hot chicks, or the time I dropped a girl down some stairs, or the time I stole a phone…

Wait, are you for real or just saying cock n’ bull?

*acceptable Professor Farnsworth voice* Oh my yes! I’m as real as the Prince of Ethiopia, Ricky, whom I’ve been kind enough to loan some money till he gets back on his feet (poor man). The events I was referring to there really did take place…..who says they didn’t! Though I may be taking some liberties with wording. But I was in no way lying.

What were we talking about, and why are there there small pictures of…what appear to be cats…everywhere?

@Pronkat: We were less than 90 students, all in all. So, yes, a small school.

@Quacksalver

You could be the real prince of Ethiopia, I eard the position was going at $4000. As for the other part, just asking. It’s been a while since I heard a good anecdote which does not involve a love triangle, square or dodecahedron… And you got to go to a mixed school! Lucky prick.

@ILB

Yeah, that’s a small school mate! ^^

90 students? lucky

My mate went to a school with about 100 students. The building was so run down that he got a half day if it rained much or the wind blew too strong. As this is the British Isles, the place with some of the most rain in Europe, the guy got about 40 full days of getting out of the school early. It’s amazing that the school is still there…

Oh look what found! I’ll just leave this here~

I’m only a freshman and there’s two chicks in my year who’re about 5-6 months pregnant. One of them passed out during PE, everyone FLIPPED DA FECK OUT. It’s was kinda funny afterwards. (when we found out she was fine, of course.) :3

I’ll add more later. I’m using my phone so it usually messes up the post and puts it there 3 times with excessive ///.

We had class elections for this year’s officers, and I ended up in a run-off for secretary against a girl in my class. When it came to voting time, everybody decided to vote for me because I was a boy. Just that. Not because I was any better qualified, just because I was a boy. I should not have won that election. I told one of my friends and he said people voted for me because they would feel sorry for me if I didn’t win. I felt terrible when people would say “Good job” or commend me.

Meh, not much drama on my end. Aside from some kids calling me “Pig nose” in elementary school, I was pretty much ignored throughout my education.

Oh, there was this one girl that I had this mad crush on in high school. We had all the same classes in eighth grade and I guess she just sort of grew on me. Pretty much stalked her all over the school. Like you guys are surprised… You know, I never did talk to her about what I felt about her. Hell, I didn’t even tell anyone about her until senior prom. And now, obviously… |D

But yeah, other than that, and a chick getting shoved through the wall of the cafeteria, my high school was pretty uneventful.

you didnt use “mad” properly you are obviously not from tha streets

Oh dear. What kind of a wall was that?

Well, I have a bit of free time here, so I might as well tell my story too, mostly because I think it’s from a situation few if any of you are familiar with.

Before that though, a bit of background: For the vast majority of my high school career, I had an almost unbelievably undramatic time. I attended a private all boys school, so that probably accounts for some of it. I also had zero to one friend(s) for the majority of high school, and not even for lack of others liking me, I just didn’t care much for people (I still don’t). I was mostly considered a sort of social enigma, which for some reason brought me more fame than infamy, and contrary to what you’d expect from even a self made outcast, never can I once remember being bullied for it.


I was though given a front row seat to drama when in my junior year I had the misfortune to attend a therapeutic boarding school in Idaho. In truth I was there more for my father’s sake than for mine. I’m not here to give you his story, though I could write an essay on the topic, save to say that he had a unparalleled stubbornness, an insatiable though misguided sense of justice, and an inability to accept fault in himself that has caused him to alienate all three of his wives, his children, and any of his once friends and family that I’ve known him to keep any contact with. It was at the most volatile point in our quickly deteriorating relationship that he concluded that I must be depressed. In the sake of brevity, I’ll suffice to say that with enough psychologists giving a diagnosis of “maybe,” I was sent off to Idaho.

For those of you unfamiliar with them, I was sent to a place where teens and young adults with debilitating or perceived debilitating mental states are sent in hopes of getting help, when none is sufficient where they where. It is considered a step away from the hospitals, from which many there have been to. They are usually small places, mine housed no more than fourteen residents at a time.

To imagine the social climate there, picture if you will a dozen some of the worst adjusted people you can remember from high school, now picture them together, living on the same property, without internet or television, with little contact with family and none with friends, in a highly structured yet poorly organized environment, for months or even years at a time.

It was a BREEDING ground for drama.

From what I know, the place was not an especially old one, but none the less it’s issues where. I arrived in the middle of it, as I think all residents there do. There had been an incident not long before of a girl who was able to sneak in the night down to another resident’s room and have sex with him. She executed it flawlessly, but made the mistake of telling a friend that she trusted, and one that was leaving the program in only two days, what she had done. Any kind of relationships where strictly forbidden there, and needless to say the friend betrayed her. The now not quite so much a friend left, and I took her place. The two where very much in love, a spontaneous, passionate, and most likely short lived love that only a youth can muster, but love none the less. They where also now forbidden contact.

The guy in this situation was when I arrived in transition to the adult program, as he was very nearly eighteen. He had one of the more depressing stories as well. I found out later, several days before I left in fact, that he wasn’t actually from America, though he could have fooled me. I cannot for the life of me clearly remember where he was born, but for some reason Egypt stands out to me, though that may be false as well. In either case he was sent there by his parents for depression and a drug habit. The latter he was clean of, if you don’t include the cigarettes, but of the former I doubt he will ever be. He had attempted suicide at least once before I came there, following a session of electric shock therapy, a treatment I was unaware was still in practice. It must have taken place not to long before I arrived, as he mentioned the reason for a certain mattress being removed having something to do with it still containing some of his blood. I questioned him little about it, though my suspicion was confirmed that to wake up having failed at suicide is in fact the worst thing that one can possibly feel. When I left he was 18 and under extended custody, his parents hanging on the word of the school’s owner, who was doing precious little to help him. He was considering making a break for Canada, a plan I could not disagree with. I do not know whether he made it, or if he is even still alive.

His lover on the other hand was a self proclaimed nymphomaniac. They where only able to get as close as they did using a charade that he was gay. She was a fairly energetic and friendly girl, though she had a reputation for cliquishness even in a pool of only 14 others, and once became incredibly depressed from being spoken of behind her back by staff. From what she told me, she was there for having partied to hard, though I suspect that was only part of it. My greatest fear about her was that she had had sex simply for sex’s sake, as she had described how intense the urge had been after four months of abstinence had been, and that when she was done with her love it would kill him, in a very literal sense. She never did give up on him though, even after months of not seeing him. I know this because at my offer I assumed the position of letter carrier between them, and each time the delivery was the most emotional I had ever seen her, even if I could only pass a few notes at the beginning, and one at the end of my stay. She was an interesting foil for him, even if I still worried about their compatibility. In the end though I didn’t learn much from her, besides the fact I should never, ever touch the pool cues at the girls’ house.


This note you is ONE situation. I could go on if anyone wishes (and I find the initiative), but this post has gone on long enough.

Ok, here’s one.

I’m in my Freshman year of high school, and My first period is Algebra.

But the thing is, there’s a total of thirty one students in that class, and twenty eight of them are girls. Only three of us are guys.

Now it’s in the middle of the period, and we’re doing exercises on work sheets UNTIL~…!

HOLYSHITOHMYGODWHATTHEFUCK THERE’S A BEE IN THE ROOM!!!

EVERY one of the girls stood straight up and screamed bloody murder in perfect unison, including the teacher.

Since I was leaning back on the back two legs of my chair, as soon as the girl next to me screamed, I launched out of the chair in utter terror, (I had no idea why they’re were screaming at the time) tripped, fell back into the chair, then onto the ground.

Meanwhile, all of the girls were scrambling toward the door, while the other two guy started going after the bee.

After a quick swat from a shoe, and twenty minutes of convincing the girls to come back into the classroom, we all managed to finally settle down.

the biggest piece of drama i had was innsenoir school when i fell in love with my claimed worse enemy oliver

one day an annoying bitch told him i did and i have never forgiven her

but he still dosen’t like me althrough we then stopped fighting and simply avodied each other

thats about it for drama
i’m basiclly a non dramctic person

my entire life has held drama.
preschool. i had many friends the first 3 days or so, then i found out this 1 kid was avoided by everyone because he had a runny nose and ppl spread rumors about him. i made a point of hanging out with him often. i did this not really because i felt srry for him but because, well, i haate injustice. we were good friends until the end of preschool. also i had 4 friends who didn`t leave me because of my new friend. teegan, mario, dylan, and david. david i left because because he became a bully, teegan and i just grew apart. me dylan and mario have been friends for my whole life.

elementary school.
i made a new group of friends. we were all nerds, and i didn`t understand why we didnt just hurt the ppl who tried to bully us. i was alienated and hated by everyone outside of my group of friends because i was born in america. this alienation continued on until 6th grade. in middle school i fought anyone who tried to bully my friends. i never won. but i always did damage. also in kindergarten, my best friend at the time fell into a fire. we never saw her again. they said she moved to a new school.

middle school
i wasnt in school for much of this. for fifth grade, i was assaulted by a red haired native kid for being “american“ he tried to choke me to death. my neck had huge hand marks and i was choking and for punishment, the teacher told him not to do it again. that same day, a girl was hit by a dodgeball in the face. there was no mark, but the kid who did that was suspended for a week with the threat of expulsion. i hated that teacher.
the new gym teacher, after she left, was a pedophile named haycock. he said he had to give all the girls physicals himself. about half the school approached the principal about this, but he wouldn`t fire him because no none else would work for so little.
in 7th grade i missed the first week because i was kayaking the mississippi from start to finish. they all thought i died.
in eighth grade i was in france. i had 3 friends, dong yeung, denzin, and lectup. for about half that time we werent friends. my school was also right next to a holocaust museum so i was never cheerful. i skipped 3/4 of the school year to wander around. people never tried to mug my because by then i was already a giant.

and through all of middle school from half through 5th grade to the beginning of 7th grade i alienated myself from my group of friends. they had let “carson“ into the group and he got his kicks through systematically alienating people in thee group. when nicky was alienated, i hung out with him. same with everone else in the group. but they would always go back after a day or 2. so i was alone. i then began filling my time by thinking. about life, humanity and the universe. i entered into 5 year existential crisis.

highschool
i went through nineth grade in my home town, as the protector of 2 groups of people.my original group, and a new one. i wasnt really a part of either one, i just helped them with their drama. i was severely depressed all that year.
that summer, we moved to north carolina. i had no friends for the first half of the year. then i became good friends with 2 other new students, jordan and evan. jordan was a former gangster from L.A. who had shot his sister in the head. she lived though and forgave him so he turned his life around, and evan was sarcastic and had been home schooled. that same year, i also became friends with a junior named charles. we all had political discussions and they had their own drama. that whole year and junior year as well i couldn`t stop thinking that i would never be able to find love and existence was pointless because youd be forgotten after a century or so anyway. i was not happy.
junior year 3 other people joined our group. kasey, junior, and justin.
kasey was bisexual and a close friend of evans
junior was a violent, womanizing, gaybashing jamaican.
justin was a military oriented hardcore republican.
kaseys life was filled with drama, and she was always pissy at the lunch table.
jordan moved away that year early on. that was pretty bad because i knew he didn`t want to, but he wouldnt admit it. i promised myself not to forget our promises. he would help me in north korea and i would help him bomb the kkk.i never saw much of charles that year.
by the end of 11th grade i had been able to convince myself i was happy.i wasnt.
this summer i decided thinking spawns depression. i asked myself if i would trade intellect for joy. it depressed me that i wouldnt.
but this summer as well, i decided that, while my life wont be important to the universe, i would make a great impact on at least a few peoples worlds. that is sort of enough.
and for finding love, well, ……..my life will have a purpose. and after i die, ive always found the idea of challenging god very attractive. i think that will be enough.
so now im happily planning my own little war on the rogue nucular power. my thought process is abnormal enough it may work.

and yes, i am completely insane

yes im extremely arrogant and think of myself in an overly positive light.

not exatly drama, but, i’ve come to notice that my life is a fuckton like teenage sitcoms i used to watch all the time

youve got the white guy( me), he’s the main charecter, he’s not to strong, not the brightest (B student, failing gym) but he’s funny, and nice, his best freind is a black guy (My bud, mike) he’s smart, but people call him a nerd, and then theres his other freind, a girl (Hottest girl ever) who, he doesn’t know it ( i do, but, if i knew, it wouldn’t be like TV) and he’ll get her in the end, if only she wern’t going out with some suave forign guy (Japanese student, taller than everyone i know combined) but for some reason or other, he’ll go back to his home country, probably for sports or something, and he’ll get the girl, then the series ends so i can’t tell the future past that.

seriously, every single teenage sitcom goes by that.
even if the main is a girl, her best freind will be a black girl, and either her freind that’s a boy will get with the black girl, and the main will get with the hottest guy in school or something, idk, i’m a guy, or she’ll get with the freind that’s a boy

lol. probably not.
ive seen a lot of those. the sitcom ending, while happy, is very uncommon

teenage sitcom, teenage, key word there
they never last 3 seasons

well, ones that follow this never last