A year after I graduated a student from my high school assaulted and tied up his parents and barricaded himself in his home with seemingly an entire arsenal’s inventory of weapons and thousands of rounds of ammo. He spent the next several hours shooting at the police who responded, shooting the school resource officer in the knee.
He was finally talked out, by phone, by another student - perhaps the only decent thing I can remember that student doing.
One day my junior year, the first period Health teacher didn’t show (car trouble, or something), and a third of the class celebrated by lighting up a bowl and passing it around (not me, sinus problems). Pretty pedestrian, huh?
In junior high, one girl’s father had lost his job months earlier, told no one, then continued to give the impression that he was going into work each day. Eventually though, the strain of keeping up appearances while not having enough money to support the family, must’ve broke him. So, he checked all the kids out of school one by one (there was four), and began to murder them after he’d already stabbed his wife to death. When it was all done, he was too terrified to off himself, so he did the ‘suicide by cop’ thing.
In high school, we had a Mary Kay LeTourneu (?) type, as well as the male version. However, this was the 80s and no one much batted an eye because both ended in marriage.
The last day of school my junior year, a girl in my class shot herself in the stomach before the final bell rang. She was a real loner from an extremely repressed, religious background, and come to find out, her preacher father was molesting her. After that, she started our senior year much differently and away from that sleazebag.
There was a long standing rumor that our high school principal had been having an affair with one of the female gym teachers.
Maybe it wasn’t true. Possibly, it was just a coincidence that on the same day the gym teacher got married to another man, our principal was driving so drunk that he plowed into over a dozen cars in the parking lot of his apartment building, for which he was arrested.
A couple of hundred of us (I guess) went on strike one time but I no longer remember why!
Two 14-year old students were found getting very intimate… in the teacher’s toilets :rolleyes:. They were either extremely horny or actively trying to get caught. Which they were of course.
I knew a guy who lived in the house opposite the girl’s and he was barely surprised. From what he had seen, she didn’t know or didn’t care how to close curtains and thus had a habit of providing, let’s say, visual entertainment at night.
I rolled a bunch of joints using material from a pencil sharpener (remember those?). I left them in random locations. A teacher found one, leading to a reefer-madness type meeting for parents about how the drug scourge was affecting the school. A local cop eventually discovered that the joints were phonies.
Outside of school, a football player friend of mine was pulled over by a local cop who discovered a six pack in the car. The seventeen year old panicked, fearing expulsion from the team. He knocked the cop out with one punch, then drove off. The cop, a rookie, was so embarrassed he never persued the matter. The entire student body eventually knew what happened, though.
Were their names Vera, Chuck, and Dave? 
Other than the school racial riots over forced busing?
A boy in shop class got his sleeve caught in a radial arm saw and… it radially cut his arm off. That’s the stuff of legend.
A tongue-in-cheek “protest” group staged Hands Across the Library. Kids of the 80’s will get that one.
The school cracked down on student parking by hiring security guards. Then one day there was a fire and they wouldn’t let the fire trucks in.
This girlwas a couple years behind me. I didn’t really know her before she was kidnapped and taken on a killing spree across the country (though everyone knew *of *her; she was beautiful). I did make her acquaintance after she returned (to the neighborhood; not school) and it’s true what some articles about it say; she was utterly calm and acted sort of . . . disaffected.
I also went to school with this poor girl’s younger sister. I didn’t really know her, certainly not well enough to ask if it was true that she was the one who found her sister with the scissors in her neck. The rumor was that she pulled them out in a panicked attempt to save her and that made her bleed out.
Footloose (the original) was filmed at my high school. Many of us got to pal around with Kevin Bacon and Sarah Jessica Parker – this was before they were very well-known. I have the superpower of winning “Six Degrees of Kevin” 99% of the time.
The band teacher was fired for boinking a 16-year-old-girl (what the hell is it about randy band teachers?). The girl’s guidance counselor was encouraged to move along after similar improprieties.
We had a couple of kids die in accidents, and we had a popular cheerleader type girl who killed herself. Rumor was she had a stage mom for a mother.
I did have a classmate in elementary school get pregnant, but I was too naive to realize what was going on…just that she was out of school for a few months. My elementary school ended at 6th grade, so she would have been at the most 11 or 12.
My sister’s elementary science teacher had a habit of disappearing from class. Like, for the entire class. Later it was found out (she was married to my high school chemistry teacher) that she was having an affair with the elementary school principal in his office.
I remember my chemistry teacher being quite friendly and outgoing one year, then quite cranky the next. Can’t say I blame him.
English Girls’ school, late '90s.
The German teacher left his wife for a girl a year below me, who had just dropped out of the school at 16. 16 is the age of consent here except within certain relationships (including teacher/student), so, if their story was honest and the relationship didn’t start until he was no longer her teacher, it was legal, barely. The girl had been dating his son.
The real outrage for most was that the school didn’t attempt to fire him or pressure him to leave. He was still working there when I left.
My chemistry teacher married a student after she graduated.
One of our alumni pitched a perfect game for the Yankees during my sophomore year.
Weirdly enough, he wasn’t even the first alumnus from my school to pitch a perfect game for the Yankees.
The campus dog, an elderly black Lab that lived with the priests, wandered into a classroom one day (not unsual) flopped on the nice cool floor (not unusual) and then let one rip that was heard in the next classroom (through a cinderblock wall) and cleared the room in four seconds flat. She just lay there thumping her tail as we thundered out to find breathable air.
Okay, it was a boring school in a boring time. Mrs. B., on the other hand, watched a kid shoot himself in the stomach with a gun he found at a bus stop. Kid didn’t survive.
I know I’ve posted this story before.
At the tail end of PE class, a kid went up on the high dive, dropped his shorts and took a dump in the pool. He got suspended for a week and his parents had to pay the cost of draining and refilling the pool. I remember my biology teacher insisting that was overkill just to make an example of the kid, because there was enough chlorine in the water to kill anything that could have been harmful.
Two freshman girls decided to skip school my senior year. They went into the woods across the street from the school. A few minutes later they went running back into the school because they found a dead body. It was an elderly man with dementia who’d wandered away from his house two months earlier. The principal was on the local news that night saying, in essence, that he was glad that the man’s family finally had closure but the two girls were still suspended for skipping.