My sisters and I went to the same high school, though never at the same time, but the only other time I went to a school that a relative went to was the second half of third grade, when I went to the same school, and had the same teacher, as my year-older cousin. We both hated that teacher.
No schools in common with my father, but for first grade I attended a school my mother had.
K-12: same school as my father and my aunts.
College: same school as a cousin of mine.
My brother went to not only the k-12 as my father, but also the college of both my parents.
I went to the same elementary school as my mother and had several of the same teachers. My brother and sister also went to that school and one of those teachers was still there from 35 years earlier. AFAIK, no relative went to the same HS. But two uncles (and their wives) went to the same college.
Since the elementary school was built the year my mother was born, no grandparents could have gone there.
Not possible because my parents moved from the country we were all born in when I was 2 and my sister was an infant.
My sister and I are both grads of the same undergrad (McGill University). And my father, husband and brother-in-law all went to IIT-Bombay. My husband actually wants to ship our kids back there for school, which makes me guffaw.
Mum grew up in a different town so her schools weren’t an option. My brother and I went to the same primary and secondary school that our Dad attended.
We’ve both moved away from our hometown, so none of our children will be making it a third generation at those schools.
I went to the same high school as my father, aunt, grandmother and grandfather. When I say the “same”, I mean you could still find their initials carved into some unlikely places and I checked out library books more than once that my father or aunt had checked out 25 years before. We weren’t nostalgic, just hopelessly outdated because nobody would ever pay to build a new school even though ours didn’t even have air-conditioning to combat the Louisiana heat.
The high school was built in 1923 and they didn’t make any real updates to the main building until it burned down my senior year in 1990. Those many decades of cleaning the hardwood floors with oil made a fireball hundreds of feet high like you have never seen before. It was so bright that it woke me and my mother up five miles away so we got in the car to see it burn down in the middle of the night along with several hundred other people. The remains smoldered for over a month. It was a sad night but also necessary because the parish was forced to build a much more modern school.
I also went to the same university (Tulane) as my stepfather.
Same HS as dad’s siblings.
I sort of went to the same school as my father depending on how loosely you’re willing to make the terms. My father went to a small town school system. I went to a separate somewhat larger school system. But several years after I graduated (and several decades after my father had) the small school system he went to was consolidated into the larger school system I went to.
So if you look at the school system now, it’s a single system my father and I both went through. But it was two separate systems when we went through it.
My sister and I went to the same grade school (for three years) and my mother and her father. In fact, one of the nuns that taught our grandfather also taught my sister - Sister Cordelia. This was a catholic grade school on the North Side of Pittsburgh.
My sister went to the same elementary school as my father, after moving into the district. Both of us went to the same junior and senior high schools as he did.
None of the schools I attended were even in the same country as the ones my parents attended. I attended the same boarding school as my brother had (he’s 10 years older) but that’s about as close as I get.
I did K-12 in the same school district, and even though both my parents attended schools in predecessor districts neither actually attended the same schools as me. My mother would’ve spent her senior year at my high school (which was also it’s first year of operation) if it hadn’t have been for my older brother*. Said brother went to the same elementary school as me, and him and my other 2 siblings attended the same high school as me (they went to another elementary school in the district). It was still a 7-12 HS when they attended; the district didn’t open the adjacent middle school until I was in 1st grade. At no point did I ever attend the same school at the same time as any of them (my sister actually graduated HS a year before I was born). I did attend the same schools at the same time as several of my nieces (I was in the same class as the oldest).
*Four decades later she’s still bitter that she was forced to drop out junior year by the same administration that bent the rules so the abusive drunk piece-of-shit she was married to at time could stay on the football team.