[Armageddon]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('BigTex', 'I') had a lot of fun in high school.

Our school had in-house suspension where they put you in a room with cubbies for each desk and a mean lady in the middle of the room keeping an eye on everyone. You were to sit there and do your work, no talking, no fun, it sucked.

My buddy got in trouble one time and got sent to in-house so I deliberately got in trouble to join him there. We had done this several times and kind of liked it, because we could hang out during breaks and a lot of our other troublemaker friends were in there with us.

The mean monitor woman would sit there and knit all day, scowling at everyone. But it turned out she was not so mean, and really just wanted someone to talk to, so we started taking every chance to talk to her and be nice to her. We let her know that our fondest wish was for her to knit us our own in-house detention scarves (which we thought was a total joke). After we had turned our initial 3 day stay into two weeks by deliberately being late and finishing up several months of school work (it's amazing how much work you can get done when you just sit there), the in-house monitor surprised us by giving us each our own scarf that she had knitted for us. We thought that was the cooling thing that ever happened. The vice-principal got wind of our cozy in-house setup and came to the in-house room and told us both that we were being sent back to class immediately. The in-house detention monitor looked sad as we packed up our stuff and headed back to class wearing our in-house scarves.

[BigTex]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Armageddon', '')$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('BigTex', 'I') had a lot of fun in high school.

Our school had in-house suspension where they put you in a room with cubbies for each desk and a mean lady in the middle of the room keeping an eye on everyone. You were to sit there and do your work, no talking, no fun, it sucked.

My buddy got in trouble one time and got sent to in-house so I deliberately got in trouble to join him there. We had done this several times and kind of liked it, because we could hang out during breaks and a lot of our other troublemaker friends were in there with us.

The mean monitor woman would sit there and knit all day, scowling at everyone. But it turned out she was not so mean, and really just wanted someone to talk to, so we started taking every chance to talk to her and be nice to her. We let her know that our fondest wish was for her to knit us our own in-house detention scarves (which we thought was a total joke). After we had turned our initial 3 day stay into two weeks by deliberately being late and finishing up several months of school work (it's amazing how much work you can get done when you just sit there), the in-house monitor surprised us by giving us each our own scarf that she had knitted for us. We thought that was the cooling thing that ever happened. The vice-principal got wind of our cozy in-house setup and came to the in-house room and told us both that we were being sent back to class immediately. The in-house detention monitor looked sad as we packed up our stuff and headed back to class wearing our in-house scarves.

[FreakOil]

I used to wrestle, and some of the other hyper-motivated team members and I would come to school early to work out in the gym or get some practice in before class. Our coach couldn't always make it in time to open up the gym, especially when the weather was bad, because he lived about an hour away from the school.

We had an assistant coach who lived right next to school, but he wouldn't come in early to open up the gym. He was more than a little fat, so we started making jokes about how he had to stay home for "Ho Ho and half-gallon hour."

One evening, we were at another school getting ready for a match, and our little 98-pounder overheard us joking about "Ho Ho and half-gallon hour." He didn't know what we were talking about, so he went right up to the fat assistant coach and asked, "What's Ho Ho and half-gallon ...."

One the guys grabbed him before he could finish the question, and the entire team beat the crap out of the poor little fella.

One time I threw an empanada across the cafeteria, and, in a pure coincidence, it hit my ex-girlfriend.

[gampy]

I am trying to think of something amusing from high school, but can't. I am sure I had a few laughs, but I seem to have no fond memories of high school.

Geez. Nothing.
Sorry, man.

*backs out of thread*

[jasonraymondson]

that shit was funny.

I grew up in house that was missing a wall for over 10 years.
We didn't have running water
I use to get locked in my room (this side of the house did have a wall) for days at a time.
I was beaten, stabbed, burnt by my step mother.
My dad worked 3 jobs and normally slept in his car between shifts at different jobs.
I would wake up some nights during the winter to find myself covered in snow from the cracks inbetween the wall and the ceiling.

and that was the funny stuff.


Most amusing thing from my childhood is when at school I was accused of writing a very disturbing letter of the sexually harassing variety to a girl I didn't even know. (about a year later it was proven it wasn't me) but this still didn't take away from the fact that 5 guys (2 of which who were involved in the letter) beat me near to death. I had a broken arm, wrist, nose, 5 ribs, ankle. Lost 4 teeth. This was in 6th grade If I remember correctly. I think it was fun to pick on me, because I was different and came from an obcenely poor home.

I have other stories, but I think most of them are to personal and still sting to much.


But, ya I wish I could have had a car in high school.

[Grifter]

I guy I went to school with took LSD and then drove his dads brand new Mercades into a wall, he ended up a junkie even though he was very popular and had what looked like a good home. I think he's still alive. I had a fight with that guy once behind the sports hall with everyone chanting fight fight fight. I won.

The girls games teacher had to stand in for the boys games teacher one time and she was teaching us how to hurdle. At one point her nickers had pulled to the side and we all saw her minge. I remember that clear as a bell.

[yeahbut]

My school had a long-running tradition of a water fight on the last day of the school year. The teachers didn't like it much but it was harmless and they tolerated a few water pistols being squirted around for 10 minutes. However, in 1981, when I was 12, a magnificent thing happened. That year, hype about the water fight built up to a massive degree. Kids were building big slings for water balloons months in advance, buckets of wallpaper paste with paint in em were planned, it was rumoured the fire hoses would be accessed etc.

Come the big day, the atmosphere was electric. The teachers had got wind of something and a special assembly was convened that morning, where the new, and hated, principal(harsh disciplinarian with a sadistic love of the cane)stated that the water fight was something that might have been tolerated before he came along but those days were over, any student caught with a water pistol would be expelled etc.

This took the wind out of quite a few of us, but the baddest kids were unfazed, and at lunchtime it all kicked off. Someone threw the first water balloon, and it was all on, big time. It escalated incredibly fast, and soon the PE teacher tried to stop a couple of the bigger boys from dumping paste over a poor little 12 year old(me, as it happens). That's when the day took a turn, and became the greatest day of my school life. In a moment of never-to-be-repeated mutiny, the boys turned on the PE teacher(a real douche whose speciality was public humiliation)and started chasing him across the athletics field. They were joined by a near hysterical mob of kids who quickly brought him down. Once captured, debate ensued as to what should be done with him, with "chuck him in the pool" proving to be the will of the people. To my eternal delight, and with the teacher shouting and threatening the whole way, this was done.

After that, the day took on a definite Lord of the Flies quality as teacher after teacher was hunted down and thrown in the pool. Sadly, the principal locked himself in his office and no key could be found. As a consolation tho, it was said that he was crying in there.

There was quite a bit of fallout from that episode as you might imagine, and a few faces were absent from school the following year. The principal remained, but his aura of fear was much reduced. The stories of his loss of control grew to mythic proportions over the years and he seemed to lose his taste for the cane. Anyway, it was a great day, and since then I've never doubted the truth of the revolutionary chant- "the people, united, can never be defeated!"

[jasonraymondson]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('yeahbut', 'M')y school had a long-running tradition of a water fight on the last day of the school year. The teachers didn't like it much but it was harmless and they tolerated a few water pistols being squirted around for 10 minutes. However, in 1981, when I was 12, a magnificent thing happened. That year, hype about the water fight built up to a massive degree. Kids were building big slings for water balloons months in advance, buckets of wallpaper paste with paint in em were planned, it was rumoured the fire hoses would be accessed etc.

Come the big day, the atmosphere was electric. The teachers had got wind of something and a special assembly was convened that morning, where the new, and hated, principal(harsh disciplinarian with a sadistic love of the cane)stated that the water fight was something that might have been tolerated before he came along but those days were over, any student caught with a water pistol would be expelled etc.

This took the wind out of quite a few of us, but the baddest kids were unfazed, and at lunchtime it all kicked off. Someone threw the first water balloon, and it was all on, big time. It escalated incredibly fast, and soon the PE teacher tried to stop a couple of the bigger boys from dumping paste over a poor little 12 year old(me, as it happens). That's when the day took a turn, and became the greatest day of my school life. In a moment of never-to-be-repeated mutiny, the boys turned on the PE teacher(a real douche whose speciality was public humiliation)and started chasing him across the athletics field. They were joined by a near hysterical mob of kids who quickly brought him down. Once captured, debate ensued as to what should be done with him, with "chuck him in the pool" proving to be the will of the people. To my eternal delight, and with the teacher shouting and threatening the whole way, this was done.

After that, the day took on a definite Lord of the Flies quality as teacher after teacher was hunted down and thrown in the pool. Sadly, the principal locked himself in his office and no key could be found. As a consolation tho, it was said that he was crying in there.

There was quite a bit of fallout from that episode as you might imagine, and a few faces were absent from school the following year. The principal remained, but his aura of fear was much reduced. The stories of his loss of control grew to mythic proportions over the years and he seemed to lose his taste for the cane. Anyway, it was a great day, and since then I've never doubted the truth of the revolutionary chant- "the people, united, can never be defeated!"

[Flowerr]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('jasonraymondson', 't')hat shit was funny.

I grew up in house that was missing a wall for over 10 years.
We didn't have running water
I use to get locked in my room (this side of the house did have a wall) for days at a time.
I was beaten, stabbed, burnt by my step mother.
My dad worked 3 jobs and normally slept in his car between shifts at different jobs.
I would wake up some nights during the winter to find myself covered in snow from the cracks inbetween the wall and the ceiling..

[Flowerr]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('yeahbut', ' ')Anyway, it was a great day, and since then I've never doubted the truth of the revolutionary chant- "the people, united, can never be defeated!"

[jasonraymondson]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Flowerr', '')$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('yeahbut', ' ')Anyway, it was a great day, and since then I've never doubted the truth of the revolutionary chant- "the people, united, can never be defeated!"

[jasonraymondson]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Flowerr', '
')
but, everything works out. Soon I will get to live the lifestyle you lived, after the crash. Homeless with nothing, and you will be used to it. What comes around goes around I guess. And I will hurt a lot more than you will, serves me right.

[Flowerr]

cool, stopping smoking will kill you not.

Reminds me of our neighbor he wondered where to put his money after the crump in 2000 and he was loosing cash, He is super tight even though he is wealthy, and was almost crying. I told him to buy Euros. He goes, Why? they are dropping and they say they are not going to succeed

i told him trust me.

He bought into the euro at 92 cents. (It was difficult to do back then but I told him how.

we put all our extra spare change into euros too.

well, you know how that turned out.

He didnt even say thank you

But the other day we could hear him on his phone shouting "I made another million this years!"

(Dont know who he was talking to.

He never even sent us flowers. LOL.

But the joke is on him, we didnt tell him to get out of euros now... he is going to take the crash. LOL.
Have a nice day.

[Flowerr]

You will resist any thoughts of smoiking

no smoking allowed

you can do it

[jasonraymondson]

Just made it through my first class without a cig

[WildRose]

I have a story you may appreciate, PMS. It's kind of cute.

In high school, the only thing I cared about was music. My best friend and I sang in the school choral group, actually we were the "stars" of the group. Our group travelled to other towns and performed with our school's rhythm band, orchestra, etc., and we both had our share of solos and did some duets together.

Anyway, one regular school day (during a period when we were experimenting with alcohol), my friend filled a couple of big yogurt containers with booze from home. (Her dad was a pilot in the military, and her parents threw a lot of dinner parties and had lots of booze in the house all the time.) So, we consumed this vodka or whatever it was and proceeded to our choral class. Our teacher, bless his heart, was an ex-military band director and a class-A guy. He watched with bewilderment as his two "star pupils" put on a performance like never before. Funny thing, though, was that at the end of that class, he didn't say one word to us about it.

[Nicholai]

Yeah High School...er...sucked

All 8 months ago I would host movie presentations like "Why We Fight" or "Crude Awakening" and no one would show up. I would talk to people about climate change and peak oil and they would talk about how many blow jobs Cindy Rotten-Crotch had given that weekend.

BUT on the plus side....uhhh....there was no plus side..high school was a boring waste of time and a vast majority of the material was outdated or irrelevant to our generation.

[jasonraymondson]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Nicholai', 'Y')eah High School...er...sucked

All 8 months ago I would host movie presentations like "Why We Fight" or "Crude Awakening" and no one would show up. I would talk to people about climate change and peak oil and they would talk about how many blow jobs Cindy Rotten-Crotch had given that weekend.

BUT on the plus side....uhhh....there was no plus side..high school was a boring waste of time and a vast majority of the material was outdated or irrelevant to our generation.

[PrairieMule]

I figured out my Senior year that most musical boxes sound very similar to the music played by most ice cream trucks. So I decided to tape the chime box music on a cassette.

My friends and I would drive slowly around residential areas of say 2-4 am. We would then crank up our ice cream truck music as loud as we could. Usually on the third pass is when the porch lights would come on. I am proud to say we made the News Briefs/Police Blotter in our local newspaper a few times.

Hey its not like a woke up the neighborhood with rap music.

[PenultimateManStanding]

hey, thanks all for saving my thread from plants. Here's another tale: when I was just starting out as a ninth grader I had a girlfriend named Nancy who looked at me and said, "you can feel me up if you want to." So I started to slip my hand under her blouse (I'd never done this before) and she pulled it away. She wanted me to feel her up from outside her blouse and bra. I felt gypped. Stumbling into sexuality, that's how I remember High School. Buying my first condom (and not stopping when it broke). Knowing now, of course, that among men's more appealing qualities is an ability to sublimate sexual passion (I know that now, but I didn't know then) I can only wish that I knew then what I know now. But adolescence is such a hormonally charged time and mine was no exception. That's where the appeal of marijuana and drugs comes in. They offer escape. Lacking a real sense of the value of sublimation to future participation in a thriving culture, it's only to be expected that youth will yield to whatever temptation promises thrills. And we haven't had a thriving culture for a long time, just cheap thrills and cheap energy.