left my shotgun and shells in the back seat of my car unlocked to hunt ducks with my buddies. graduated in 78

I had two girlfriends in different high schools at the same time. Carried on like that for the better part of the year. Neither ever discovered the other. Could never do that today.

The knife thing would have caused trouble then but would get me expelled now. I don’t think the stuff I wasn’t caught doing would carry any different punishment almost 30 years later. Jail is still jail though it might be extra time now.

I kissed a girl to her surprise. Was told that an inappropriate display of affection. Today they'd call that assault.

Class of 57,and yes probably couldn’t run for Political office today. Our class play was Show Boat and I and 4 other guys were stevedores working the water front loading those boats with “bails of cotton”, and the director said we would be in character wearing “black face”. But I suppose I could run for Gov in Virginia.

A group of us went to state FFA convention and spent half the night watching the free soft-core porno movies in our room. The one I recall was the first Emmanuelle (from 1974). I was the youngest guy there and had never seen one before so it seemed pretty racy at the time. The funny thing was, we suspected our advisor was doing the same thing next door.

Class of 66

I had the first class after lunch with a teacher who would enter the class, check the garbage can and if full of paper, put his foot into the can and stomp all of the paper down to the bottom so that there was plenty of room for the rest of the day’s trash. One day we got to class early and filled the trash can with water, then piled paper on top of the surface. Yep, all the way to the knee.

Caught an Armadillo at a friend’s parents weekend farm. Following Monday an Armadillo, with a sign that said “Don’t shoot, I’m a cow!” pasted to its back, was set loose in the cafeteria.

Time delayed firecrackers in the boys room. Fuse attached to cigarette which was lit and left to burn down to ignite fuse.

Crackerballs taped to the rubber supports on the bottom of toilet seats.

All seems kinda silly now.

High School in Southwest Louisiana. During duck season, many of us used to go on an early morning hunt, come out of the marsh and go directly to school. Parked the truck in the parking lot with the boat still on the hitch. Shotguns were behind the front seat of the truck. Once I was late so I wound up going to my first class still wearing my hip boots.

Pocket knives...of course. One in my pocket every day.

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Shooting spitwads through a straw. No expulsion, but worse, out in the hall for a paddling.

Barbeau and I would sit in Mrs. Kirby’s English class. This dipshit and myself, also a dipshit, would chew whole sheets of paper until they were massive spitwads. Then spat them into out hands and throw them to the acoustical tile ceiling. Along with a plethora of pencils. We were caught. Weeks of after school detention.

This all came about because the ceiling tiles were bowed from the paper hives.

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naps in the assistant principals office & parking in teachers close-in parking lot.

Forgot these; junior high now.

Bent over paperclips powered by rubberbands shot through other kid's projects in art class.

Remove the tip from a wooden match, stick a sewing needle in one end and shoot as blowdarts from an empty BIC pen tube.

Something that will probably never happen again:

When in high school in N.J. in the mid 1970’s the principals office would organize some kind of motivational talk in the auditorium. Something about being successful in life, etc. So the one I attended (and all of the junior class) had a recent graduate bring in his Gun Collection and show it to us! He had several lunch room tables at the front, all covered in weapons. Some were flintlocks, others cap and ball/Civil War types and a good selection of cartridge guns, both pistols and long guns.
I don’t know if my classmates enjoyed the show, but I sure did. This at a time when you needed a Purchaser permit/license to buy a firearm and every purchase was recorded and (?) licensed to that individual.

As far as personal experiences that might raise eyebrows -
We had Speech classes in high school. I guess the intent was to make us more comfortable speaking in front of groups. So one assignment was an “Instructional” talk where you had to educate your audience. My topic was “Home made explosives” I talked about black powder, fireworks, Molotov Cocktails and plastic explosives. Being a hands on kind of guy, I had (fake) samples of everything. My teacher and classmates didn’t know that detail. I think she was a bit concerned.

Shottie in the trunk during duck season.

Fertilizer bombed the opposing team's mascot on the roof of their school (big boom boom).

Picked up and moved people's cars to other side of school (with teammates).

Multiple fistfights in school, football practice, basketball practice, etc.

Knives on my person and in my locker.

Oh my, where to begin....

1. Senior year, the morning of a day where the high was to be in the 90's, I put a 5 pound freshly caught carp on the front seat in the car of a guy who stole my girlfriend.

2. I had a bottle of skunk scent which I used during hunting. Dripped a few drops of it on the floor before class started on more than one occasion.

3. Once put a few index cards in the side vent of an overhead projector. After the teached had run the machine for a while they caught on fire.

4. I was 6 feet tall in HS. One day I was walking the hall with a friend and I imagine we were talking loudly. A teacher came out from her classroom. She was about 4'10. She snippely asked me to keep it down. I loomed over her, looked down and in a very deep voice said "Dis low enough"? She wrote me up for insubordination and I had a few periods of detention. Today I'd probably be sent home for threatening her.

5. Always carried a pocket knife.

6. Used to do all sorts of experimentation with the spot welder in shop class.

Being a plumber's kid, I thought it was funny to put nitric acid down the drain in Chemistry class.
At least nearly over 45 years later, I think it was nitric acid.

Best part, was a week later, the drains were leaking to the 1st floor.

My favorite quote from the incident was a janitor saying "Hell I can see that" after the Chem Prof said to him that it looks like it's coming from the second floor.

Worst memory was also from Chemistry class.
We were working with phosphorus. My girl-friend had long beautiful blonde hair, and the phosphorus exploded, some landing in her hair, burning.

Teacher was quick thinking and just cut a chunk of hair out that was affected, saving the rest. At first she was devastated, but soon got over it.

When I was a freshman in ‘89, they still had a student smoking area outside. Everything changed a year later and they did away with that.

I remember we could pretty much come and go as we pleased that freshman year. If you had a big test in the morning, you could come in and take it. Then you could skip the rest of the day and go drink beer and float on an innertube at the rock quarry.

If there was a fight, people got in school suspension for a day or two. Now, they get arrested.

High School was a lot less fun after that first year. We did all kinds of shit you can’t do now and still came out alright, mostly.

Class of 79. I ran stage and lights for drama and music. The auditorium seats about 700. The walls and ceiling was a stucco like shot on accostic crap over a mesh like structure. Opposite of the stage was the spot booth and from there you could access catwalks above the accostic crap to access lighting in the ceiling, and ultimately get back to the stage climbing down a latter. Now if you went 90 degrees toward the side wall we found about a three foot space between the shot on crap and the brick wall. The lattice work started with some 1 x 1/2 channel that the metal mesh was attached. It provided an unintentional ladder we could climb. After stringing a cord and light to that area many cigars and beers were consumed inside the wall of the auditorium of my local high school.