My Latin club had the Filthy McNasty party -off of a shirt I still have that a good friend (who was in the club)'s grandma gave to me.
Darn double posting!
A class of kindergardeners came over to look at the movie film crew and stuff, and saw Ms. Shields. They were very excited - smart kids knew what a movie star was, even in Chigago. They made cute little squeaking excited five year-old noises when they saw her. She was bratty and complained about how noisy they were and wouln’t go over and talk to them. Bitch. It’s just not that hard to make a five year old happy, would have taken five minutes of her day. No one paid any attention to her after that. Her very cute co-star on the other hand …
I witnessed my English teacher suffer an brain aneurysm a few minutes before class started. A friend of mine dashed off to the admin offices to get help while I watched over her. I left the room after the nurse got there, but she had stopped shaking and was most likely dead before I walked out of the room.
When riding the bus home one day (I was in junior high), the sign in front of the high school used for announcements read: “ORGY IN GYM, COME ONE, COME ALL.” I really wanted to get off the bus that day and check it out.
My school from age 7-18 was a old-fashioned style English boarding school, which has had several pretty illustious ex-students, one of whom is the writer Brian Aldiss.
One day whilst I was there he came back to the school, supposedly because when he had boarded at the school some 50 odd years earlier, he had already been quite the writer, and had written several slightly racy short stories, which he had then, for some reason, stashed in a tin and buried under one of the hedges surrouding the school playing fields. So, he came back and dug them up, in front of assembled local journalists.
I don’t know the details of it, but some of my friends were of the opinion that it was all a big publicity stunt, and that the tin was planted there.
Being a boarding school, students would get up to all kinds of thinngs after hours to keep themselves entertained, involving sneaking about to meet on the far flung sports fields with members of the opposite sex in the middle of the night etc. etc.
One of the more illicit pleasures on offer were magic mushrooms, which grew all over the boundary of the main cricket field. The teachers were well aware of their existance however, and
every year we would be lectured about there ill effects. Seems most folks heeded the warning, as I never heard of anyone beeing busted whilst under their influence, or perhaps they were just discreet about it.
One rather humoruos thing that happened to a boy in the year bellow me (though the squeamish probably shouldn’t read any further…) he and a male friend were alone one night in the main hall, where the 2 of them, as lighting techs for the school play,were doing some last minute checks. Somehow, no one is clear exactly how, and the circumstances are still the matter of much debate, he impaled himself crotch first on the pointy end of a broom, and tore his scrotum. The poor fella had to have many stiches, and was up in the school sick bay for many days, where the school matron( a terrifying and incredibly ugly old war horse) had to check the injured area regularly to make sure it was healing…
My school had a drive by shooting happen on the front steps. It was right before school actually started, and there was a kid just standing there, with his friends. Out of nowhere, this car comes speeding down the street, and shots were fired. I can’t remember how many times he got shot, but he died shortly after it happened. School was in session all day, but most of the front hallway was closed off, and a lot of people went home. The rest of us were stuck waiting for the busses.
The weirdest thing I rmember from high school was in PE we had a 6-weeks of “Mother and Baby Care” i.e. sex ed. I was amazed at how little my classmates knew. One girl thought she could cure vd by taking a hot bath. I made the only passing grade on the test, which might explain why they were all ending up pregnant before graduation and I didn’t.
My senior year, a military helicopter made an emergency landing on the front lawn of our high school.
We had the usual teacher-student sex scandals. (They should have called the radio production room the re-production room, really).
Over winter break senior year, IIRC, two students were arrested and charged with attempted murder or battery or something like that surrounding a drug deal gone bad. One of them was in my Econ class.
What I remember as crazy is from junior high. In the eighth grade, I had two pregnant classmates. The enormity of being PREGNANT at THIRTEEN didn’t hit me until like five years later. Maybe 'cause I’d never had a boyfriend (in the eighth grade) or something, but it just seemed so absurd that thirteen year old girls were pregnant. WTF were they doing having sex???
Blair Chasty went up to the Latin teacher, asked to be excused due to it being that time of month, and then puked on the teacher.
The wierd thing is that Blair was a guy.
The ususal??? I shudder to think where you went to high school, Avarie537.
When I was growing up my cousins Susanna, Bill, Dave, Sarah, Emily, Matt, Tom, Ellen, Liz, Kate, Kevin, Joey, and Jessie all lived on my street. I remember in elementary school Sue, Bill and Dave threw parties down the street. Every member of my family was personally aquainted with the police force.
My school was 75% blonde, 99% blue-eyed. I was a dark-eyed, brunette half-Italian who knew, and used, words like oxymoron and proverbial in third grade. I used to watch my friends’ blonde ponytails bob up and down on the soccer field and think…why can’t I be more like that?
When I got into 6th grade in the middle school I rocked the boat by becoming close friends with a 7th grader named Kayla who my cousins didn’t approve of because she wore low-cut tops, smoked weed and had sex three times all before she turned thirteen. To this day I maintain my high opinion of her because she was sweet to me and never brought me down.
The strangest thing ever to happen at my high school was that two students were caught having sex in the second floor boys bathroom when they became so loud the algebra teacher heard them.
When he went to investigate the source of the noises, he found the students (one male, one female) in the restroom completely naked. The girl offered up the helpful explanation that they had been fighting. Yeah, right, with their clothes off.
The girl transferred to another school. The boy dropped out. The joke for a long time was that the boy had called the girl a slut and she ran right on in there to prove it.
There were these four guys who went in the school one lunch hour with a machete and proceeded to fight with one of my acquaintances. I wasn’t there for it, but we all heard about it eventually.
I had ah, relations, with two teachers when I was a student but I got NOTHIN compared to you people. I mean murder, TV crews, burst scrotums, you people don’t need to go to the movies.
I moved out to the boondocks at the end of my ninth grade year and started going to a very small high school. Everyone was convinced I was a NARC the rest of that year and all the next. No idea how that got around.
But the weirdest thing that happened was in my Junior year. A man escaped the local jail (I don’t remember what he was in for) and as the police chased him he broke into our school and eluded them. This was in the evening so he stayed the night in there and the next day as students were coming in he put on a letter jacket he found and just sat in the cafeteria for awhile. I don’t know why no one noticed him, it was a school of only 450 or so students. Then right before classes were to start, he went out to the student parking lot and carjacked a boy at knifepoint. He got into the car the boy was driving and made him go to some woods where he tied the boy to a tree with his shoelaces and drove away in the car. The boy was able to free himself and called police. A car chase ensued and finally ended when the escaped convict lost control of the car and crashed into a church parking lot and died at the scene.
Sound surreal? It gets better. The sign at the church that day said, “The wages of sin is death.” No kidding, and it attributed the quote to Romans some chapter and verse but the “R” had fallen off and it said “omans”. Plus the criminal’s name was Gregory Orley(?) Dean. The initials were G. O. D.
Sounds like an urban legend, I know, but I was there when it happened and I have the write up in the paper along with a picture of the church sign with the wreckage in the background. I’d have to dig through piles of collected crud to get to it though.
There were a bunch of other things happen that I only heard half of, like the girl who was thought to have committed suicide but later it was ruled a murder, some jocks forcing a nerd to kill a chicken, pee on it and eat it while they . . . <ahem> And so on. I thought I was going to school in Twin Peaks or the Twilight Zone. I hated it and couldn’t wait to leave.
Good riddance.
This didn’t happen at my high school, but at the high school where one of my relatives teaches.
A student there (John Gebaur) is currently on trial for killing his mother and raping her corpse.
He apparently did the crime, got pulled over while driving around afterward, admitted to the cops he had a gun in his car and that he had used it to shoot his mother.
He’s being tried as an adult for it.
My hs band director cheated on his wife (that he met has a band director while she was in guard). He was seeing a senior guard member. He divorced his wife, and don’t know if they married, but they are still together 5 years later.
Me and a bunch of friends were in the theater watching Mr. Holland’s Opus. There was a scene where the student was saying something like “I love you…” and I blurted out our band director’s name and the girl’s name (the parallels in that movie with real life are sad). My friends busted out laughing and the audience tried to shhhhh us, but we were rolling on the floor. When the movie finished and the lights came on we saw the band booster president (a parent) sitting two rows behind us. My face turned red, becuase they had to have heard us.
monica said, “Someone had a baby and left it in a toilet.”
Did you go to a school named Judson by chance? I went to college with a girl who went there and said that when she was high on cocaine in high school she had a miscarriage on the toilet. She was maybe 6 or 7 months pregnant but didn’t show as much because of her drug habit. You would think that she stopped doing drugs after that but she was far gone by the time she was in college. We often wondered how she was able to stick with it.
One year in junior high we had a bomb threat about once a month.
I just meant the same kind of stories that are in this thread already:
–Show Choir director who supposedly had one “favorite” choir member per year.
–Student teacher (or maybe a temporary one) who doinked a student in his office (I think) and they got caught. They eventually figured out that he’d taught his class NOTHING for a whole semester, so they just passed everyone (I think).
–One of our radio DJ’s getting a BJ in the production room.
Those are the ones I remember.
My Junior year. I was walking down the hall during class time, delivering a message from the office to a teacher. Just so happened to run across one of the smoking-est babes in the whole school, also on some sort of errand. (This girl was the fantasy of every dude & his Rosy Palmer - trust me.) She grabbed me and we hustled into a nearby janitor’s closet where we made out passionately for about 10 minutes. Figured we should be going, so we quit and left - me naively hoping we’d continue at another time and place. That was the first time a girl even looked my way up to that point in my life and it was another three years (well into college) before I finally convinced someone to go steady with me for a year.
Back in the mid-1960s, our art teacher was caught with a janitor in the middle of the school year and both were summarily dismissed. Too far into the year to find a new art teacher, so the administration appealed to local artists (one a regionally-celebrated watercolorist) to come in and teach a week or two each for the remainder of the school year. By far the best art instruction we ever had. (Though that may be due in part because we paid serious, respectful attention. We were impressed by the fact that some of these artist-instructors were making a living doing art).
Here’s something that is going to be strange: The Massive Plot.
The Massive Plot is a celebration my friends and I are having our friend Jesse’s birthday. We got t-shirts printed up with a picture of Jesse and we are all going to wear them on Wednesday. It was a huge pain getting those shirts so he’d better appreciate it. It took three weeks of planning and panicking, and it also spawned a whole code language that we have delighted in using whenever Jesse’s around.
Imagine…20+ kids walking around school wearing a shirt with your name and face on them. It is going to be absurd.