I did, and I was in Jennie Kolter’s 2nd grade class that day, may she rest in peace. Quite a few of us who went through that continued through school together all the way through graduation, and there was an odd sort of a bond there.
A teacher got a girl pregnant.
The school discovered that a kid had been planning a school shooting (supposedly he had a plan to kill all the black kids, but that part was never confirmed).
Would this have been in Kentucky in early 70’s?
Our high school did exactly this when a popular principal was fired suddenly with no explanation. Word was that he was caught looking up a 30-something teacher’s mini-dress as she climbed the stairs - which was pretty much the point of most of her daily attire.
We also had the junior girl that returned married to her science teacher her senior year. No pregnancy that I’m aware of; they’re still married.
Hm. Our star quarterback got busted for cocaine my sophomore year. Not much else.
However, I have a friend who went to a different school who was expelled for being the lookout when her boyfriend was giving another guy head in the band room. (All three were expelled, not just her). I think part of the reason they were so harsh on them all was because it was 1987, when fear of AIDS was huge, and bisexual men especially were seen as nothing but disease vectors.
They made me wear a tie.
A kindergartener got kidnapped while the buses were loading. The police found him a day or two later, and he was ok. After that, the high school ROTC kids started patrolling the bus area with radios.
I can’t believe I forgot this!
We were outside for PE in sixth grade when a car careened down the road at high speed and hit a house opposite the playground. The driver was instantly killed (and turned out to be one of the kid’s aunt :eek:). Our teacher ran across the street to aid the driver and pulled her out of the car . . . there was a LOT of blood and gore.
I walked around for a good month feeling terrified and shaky, as I’m sure my fellow witnesses did; all I could think about is that I had seen someone killed. However, it was 1978 and not an era in which trauma counseling was offered to kids. I don’t even remember my parents really talking to me about it, though they probably did (I hope).
*Turns out that the Aunt was diabetic and had possibly blacked-out while driving.
When I was in high school, the boys had to swim naked. But if you had a doctor’s note, you just had to walk around the pool naked, while the others swam. This one kid was very overly-endowed and very self-conscious about it. He started walking around the pool, and the other kids started taunting him mercilessly. He finally ran into the locker room, as everyone laughed. That was the last anyone ever saw of him. Apparently he just got dressed and left the school. The police searched for a long time, but he never turned up.
Jesus.
We had a classmate in high school who was about #3 on the dork list, and hung like John Holmes. AFAIK he neither ended badly or went into porn.
In eighth grade I saw a boy ride a unicycle down the hall, waving to his friends. He didn’t see the vice principal at the end of the hall, waiting.
When I was in my last year of elementary school, some kind of work was being done on the roof. Something involving tar. One day we came in and tar had been poured over the edge, onto a window, and someone had managed to spell out “Fuck you school” before the tar had dried.
So who did this? We never found out, but I know what I think. The school was in a somewhat remote area; only a few kids lived close enough to walk, and I’m sure they were interrogated up, down and sideways. This was an expulsion-worthy offense, and no one got expelled. No one broke down and confessed; no one was forced to confess by hir parents, and no one ratted anyone else out.
So I thought, and still think, that it was the roofers. Could be that they were underpaid, or believed they were, or some kind of beef with the administration. Or it could have been for no reason except getting loaded one night and saying “Hey, lesh go to that shcool and knock over the tar barrels!” We did get a certain amount of satisfaction from walking past “Fuck you school” every day. Even if none of us did it, that is how most of us felt.
In my sophomore year, someone brought a handgun to a football game and the principle wrestled it away from him. This must have been about 1985.
Let’s see…
‘Best’ fight was when one girl chased another girl into the hallway that led out of the lunchroom with a lunchtray. Since the hallway was rather long, enough students gathered around to jeer it on that the teachers couldn’t get in to break it up until the one girl had broken the tray over the other girl.
We had a race riot, but we joked that it was “progressive” - instead of a riot between whites and blacks, ours was between Latinos and Asians. Cops broke that one up by driving 3 cars between the groups while they were in the trash talk phase. Everyone scattered.
One guy decided to re-enact Columbine. Got caught with the guns on him that morning after his best friend (former?) tipped off the cops. That event had seven cop cars.
I think it was my senior year that we have a 2% pregnancy rate among the freshman. Of course, my freshman year we had a pregnant girl in my health class, who was about six months along by the time we got to the sex ed portion of class. Bit late for her. We had another girl who got knocked up her senior year, then parlayed that into her baby being her “senior project” that we all had to do. I guess that was making the best of a bad situation.
Our clarinet section leader in marching band died when her house caught fire. Incidentally, one of the trumpet players lived next to her and was training to be a firefighter after graduation. He saw the fire, called 911, kicked open the door and dragged her out, trying to get the respirator on her to bring her back. Story goes he had to be pulled away from her body because he wouldn’t stop trying to get her to breathe. I marched next to her, it was a pretty shitty band season that year.
We didn’t have any teacher-student affairs, but the 12th grade lit teacher was a fresh college grad, and was really hot. She was constantly getting hit on by her students. She got married the next summer to much despair by her next class.
EDIT: actually forgot since this happened while I was in middle school. One kid murdered another kid over a girl. The murderer claimed he didn’t know it was loaded and it just went off. Jury felt that testing a gun by pointing it in your buddy’s face and pulling the trigger was not an accident. Worst part was they were either juniors or seniors, and the girl they were fighting over was in 7th grade. She was right messed up after that.
In 2013 (many, many years after I graduated and moved away), a kid brutally murdered a teacher at my old school.
This guy went to my high school. Although I’d graduated a couple years before he started.
Back in 1984 our class did an atomic bomb themed yearbook which apparently was controversial enough it made the local news.
One of the gym teachers at my high school was fired for dating, or trying to date, a number of students.
My junior high band director was fired for groping a couple of students. That was years after I was a student there, though.
A female teacher, who was married, got pregnant by one of her students. They are still married after more than 30 years. If you live in the area where they now live you probably would have heard of the guy.
The music teacher at my kids’ elementary school was caught with child porn (some of which had been made in the school). It’s pretty certain that my sons would have known some of the little girls who were victimized. I think this was in the news nationally.
Something akin to this too…
Our high school baseball team was traveling back from the state tournament in a convoy of three passenger vans. The driver of the van I was in started swerving and accelerating much faster than surrounding traffic. But it was not so fast an dramatic as to be immediately apparent that something was out of control. He never hit another vehicle and swerved one lane at a time until he swerved from the left lane (of three) all the way to the right and off the road.
The van left the highway on the right side, ran over a tiny pine tree, and started to veer back onto the highway. My brother reached over from the passenger seat, took the wheel, and guided us to a stop. The driver didn’t recall any of it. He had blacked out at the wheel.
Pretty sure I’ve posted this before (and a lot in this thread sounds familiar… oh, well, it’s summer).
A girl I had a terrible crush on in 7th grade and had actually, y’know, talked to her a little was killed in the Farrell’s jet crash. For some reason, she and her sister were the only kids from the school at the birthday party. It could have been many more kids from the school but was just these two among the dozen or twenty killed.