Or perhaps in the Chicago area?
A friend tells the tale of one of his teachers; he himself was not abused but there were some odd goings-on involving classmates 
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Our high school speech/drama teacher got pregnant by the senior class president. They married, and I believe they still are married. If you live in a certain part of the country you’d probably recognize his name, since he’s a local news anchor.
The music teacher at my kids’ elementary school went to jail for child porn. He also molested some little girls at the school. This was in the news when it happened, a few years ago.
Yup. His father’s estate was built around a “mica-flecked spring” for which the local area was named.
No.
I have never publicly identified him. I am aware of other people both older and younger than me who also suffered this. He is such a revered person in the district and in that school that if I were to say something decades after the fact the only thing that happens is that I get sued for slander.
I’m 59 years old. I have had trust issues ever since this started in the 10th grade.
The truth is an absolute defense against defamation. If you are speaking or writing the truth you may get sued, but you will win. If it would bring you any part of closure or peace, definitely report it, even decades after the abuse. Also, it may also allow others to come forward and speak their truth and protect other vulnerable children in the community from being harmed.
And I am very sorry this happened to you and that you still have to struggle with the sequelae.
I thought so. When Ms. P and I were dating we were down here visiting her family, and her cousin pointed out the new school. Little did I know that years later we’d send two kids there (we weren’t engaged, and were living in New York).
@Fear_Itself
It has been 50 years for me too.
Our scandal was similar. When I was in 10th grade we got a new economics teacher. It later became widespread knowledge that he was attending, and buying the beer for the senior class parties. Less than two weeks after that senior class graduated, he married the captain of the varsity cheerleaders. She gave birth to their first child just before thanksgiving.
Her younger brother was in my class. He loved to play poker, but was not very good at it. He told us all about this while slowly losing most of his spending money.
Wait, what? 
Life is never this simple, and everything beyond ‘he can’t get his high school diploma this year’ is mere speculation, and I wouldn’t bet on even the ‘no diploma’ thing being a 100% guaranteed outcome.
I attended Catholic schools from first grade through high school graduation. The scandals there were… you know. That thing you’re thinking… that’s the one.
I attended a Midwest Catholic high school in the '60s – the last, glorious days of scandals being ruthlessly covered up by the administration, and the scandalous people (students or teachers) suddenly being expelled/fired. As a result, we didn’t have “scandals,” only unconfirmable gossip.
The closest thing we had to a genuine scandal at the time was my sophomore English teacher, who abruptly vanished just six weeks into the school year, with the explanation that she had been hospitalized. She returned the next fall, and freely admitted that the hospital had been a mental institution, although she gave no other details.
However - 40 years later our Student Council president, who had gone on to a distinguished career as an administrator at a semiprestigious university, turned out to be the leader of a child pornography ring, with the evidence found on both his home and work computers. He went to prison and received a one line obituary (no details) when he died a couple years later. Also, the most successful graduate in the entire history of our school got in trouble with the Feds for insider trading, which he plea-bargained down to a single charge and a hefty fine.
TL;DR we had our share of scandals, but mostly they happened after high school.
In my first year of medical school, I had a classmate who was retaking the first year because of the tragic deaths of his parents the previous year.
Then he got busted because a post office employee noticed that he had come in twice to apply for passports under different names. That led to a search of his house, and the subsequent discovery of the machine guns.
Upon further review, the school realized that every single transcript and letter of recommendation he had submitted was straight-up forged, and the death of his parents was also a scam.
That gave us something to talk about besides biochemistry for a few days.
Decades after I left UNC Chapel Hill, a national scandal erupted concerning no-show classes and other academic shenanigans benefiting members of the football team. One of the people swept up in the scandal was a lecturer in the African and Afro-American Studies Dept. He also happened to be a former boyfriend of mine. I believe he was probably a patsy in the affair, taken advantage of by his department chairman and the departmental office manager who were heavily involved in helping the jocks maintain their eligibility to remain on the team. An investigation determined that he should have know better and was forced to resign. I’ve lost touch with him so I don’t know how he is faring these days.
I remember a few scandalous happenings from my HS days in the early 90s.
First, there was a story about a guy who lived by the school. There were a group of kids he’d invite over on a regular basis and get drunk/high and videotape them having sex.
Next, in (I believe) my junior year, a kid in the grade behind me shot and killed his mom after school one day. Went home after school, I guess they got into a fight, and he shot her.
Next, a kid was shot in the leg in our school parking lot toward the end of a school day my senior year. I knew him fairly well. He and the other student he was with told the school and police that some kids drove by and shot at them, with one of the bullets catching him in the leg. Turned out the one dude (who didn’t get shot) had a gun in his car, was showing his friend and the gun went off and shot his friend in the leg. They got into a bit of trouble for that lie.
Finally, a couple of dudes (one of whom went on to a successful career as a MLB pitcher) were caught by some girls putting peanut butter on their dicks senior year and letting a German shepherd lick it off. Of these four stories, this is the one that’s still talked about most among alumni to this day, but it also strikes me as possibly just a ridiculous rumor.
I think I posted this once before. Early '60s, we had mandatory naked swimming in our school (only for the boys), and if you had a doctor’s note excusing you from swimming, you had to walk around the pool naked for the period. This one kid was extremely well-endowed and very self-conscious about it, and when he started walking around the pool, the other kids started taunting him and splashing water on him. The teacher laughed at him along with everyone else. When the kid got to the locker room door, he bolted into the locker room.
That was the last anyone ever saw him. He apparently got dressed, left the school and kept going, nobody knew where. There was of course an investigation, but they never found any trace of him.
A girl committed suicide at my high school. Her twin brother walked around with a haunted look on his face whenever I would see him in the hallways. I didn’t know him, but everyone knew him on sight, especially after that.
Our school never really had a scandal, unless you count the girl who died the weekend after final exams in our final year. She was one of the “cool kids,” and died when the drunken driver of the car hit a tree.
I was not one of the “cool kids”; indeed, I was one of the “we don’t like you because you’re not cool” kids. We were misfits, let’s face it. But still, I remember remarks saying, “It should have been one of those misfit kids.”
In actuality, none of us “misfit kids” ever drove drunk. We preferred to get to a place where we could get drunk, and never have to drive after that. Unlike the “cool kids,” who thought they were invincible, and drove drunk all the time.
Not a scandal but an incident but around 2001 at my high school somebody robbed a fast food place across the street with a gun and had the brilliant idea of instead of driving to the nearby highway he drove into the school parking lot and ran into the football field locker rooms. School basically locked down for 4 hours, all students had to hide under their desks while the teachers locked the doors and turned off the lights as dozens of cops patrolled around the campus looking for the robber. Eventually they found him gunless hiding in a locker room closet. The dumb thing was the football field was at the very south west edge of campus while the main building was a half mile away in the Northeast corner. Cops knew he was last seen in football field but the bulk of the cops were searching the main building. If 30 cops had searched the locker room they would have found him in 10 minutes not 4 hours.
I was involved in the scandal. 1970-71. I was a painfully shy, smart girl. My 8th grade teacher was fresh out of college and impressed with my intelligence. He lent me books and was teaching me to play chess during lunch. Sometime in the spring, someone started a rumor that the reason I got such good grades was that he was giving me the test answers. Everyone in the school shunned me and I was bullied on the bus. One of the other teachers called my mother and told her I was having an affair with the teacher. I was 13. My father was a drunk and my mother was an angry narcissist so no support from there or any other teachers at the school even though they believed I was having sex with a 22/23 year old adult. Worst year of my life. When I look back, I’m surprised I didn’t commit suicide. It followed me to the larger high school but eventually faded. I have no idea what happened to that teacher. He remained until the end of the year and it was just miserable. We never spoke to each other again.
So, so sorry to hear that.
If we’re counting things that happened post-graduation, some years after my high school graduation, and a year or two after his graduation, someone from my high school fairly cold-bloodedly murdered a New York City police officer and another man, and shot another non-fatally.
It was kind of a shock to every graduate of that fairly well-known high school, which, to say the least, had absolutely no reputation for violence and criminality.