The Locker That Held Laughter, Snacks, and a Secret Extra Locker | by Abegail | Aug, 2025

I never thought I’d get emotional over a locker—but here I am, writing about it like it’s the main character in a drama series.

This locker wasn’t just where I kept my bag, my extra uniform, or my emergency stash of face powder. It became a tiny safe haven—a place where laughter echoed louder than the rules we constantly broke. What made it truly special was the one person who shared it all with me: Larilyn.

Larilyn and I had this unspoken agreement to turn every mundane moment into something hilarious or heartfelt. Every day, we’d meet at our locker like it was our personal corner of chaos. We’d laugh until we cried over things that probably weren’t even that funny—but in our tired minds, they were comedy gold.

Food in the locker room? Strictly forbidden. Which is exactly why we did it every single time. We munched on snacks like rebels in a prison movie—nervous but satisfied. Chips, candy, anything to survive the day. If someone opened the door suddenly, we’d panic like we were hiding stolen diamonds instead of crackers.

And let’s talk about the extra locker. Not allowed, of course. But guess who taught me how to get one? Larilyn. She said, “If you need space, make space.” Honestly, it sounded like a motivational quote—but in this case, it involved quietly claiming an empty locker like pirates finding hidden treasure. I never questioned it. I just followed her lead like a loyal accomplice.

We weren’t just sharing a locker—we were sharing life. We talked about everything: work, stress, funny coworkers, broken hearts, wild dreams. Sometimes we were dramatic. Sometimes we were just hungry. But we were always real.

Now that it’s time to say goodbye, I can’t help but feel sentimental. I’ll miss this space that witnessed so many of our ridiculous (and sometimes illegal-in-the-rulebook) moments. I’ll miss the laughter, the shared snacks, the hushed rants, the panicked cleanups when someone important walked in. I’ll miss Larilyn standing beside me—always ready to joke, to listen, or to hand me a biscuit like it was a peace offering from a war we didn’t sign up for.

So here’s to this locker.
To the friendship that bloomed beside it.
To the chaos that made us human.
And to Larilyn—my partner in crime, my sister in snacks, and my co-founder of the “Rules Are Just Suggestions” club.

Thank you for the memories. I’ll carry them with me—along with all the lessons, the laughter, and yes, probably a few leftover crumbs.