Standing Wolf
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I had three worthwhile classes in my entire three years of high school. The lion's share of it was an insult to my intelligence. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have dropped out and started college at fifteen.
Publik Skul: Best and Worst of High School?
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Neal Bloom
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The three high schools I went to were a joke. The best was when I dropped out and went to junior college.
RocketMan
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The best in high school was NJROTC, and all the cool things we did.
A rifle range two blocks behind the school, so we got to shoot M14s and other cool stuff during school hours. USMC helicopters landing at the grade school next door, taking us for rides. Member of the NJROTC military drill team, and got to travel to competitions all over the place.
I doubt they get to do any of that now.
The worst was not in high school, but junior high, when we had to listen one afternoon to the local Hari Krishna folks give their schpiel in an assembly. That was 1970 or '71 IIRC.
A rifle range two blocks behind the school, so we got to shoot M14s and other cool stuff during school hours. USMC helicopters landing at the grade school next door, taking us for rides. Member of the NJROTC military drill team, and got to travel to competitions all over the place.
I doubt they get to do any of that now.
The worst was not in high school, but junior high, when we had to listen one afternoon to the local Hari Krishna folks give their schpiel in an assembly. That was 1970 or '71 IIRC.
Sean Smith
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Best: I actually got a good education, except that the math instructors kind of sucked... even in advanced math classes. Go figure. But my teacher for Chemistry, Astronomy and Forensic Science was The Man. Lafontaine was his name, I think.
Worst: Having to deal with 99% of the school population. Bunch of cliqueish, subliterate a-holes. As a skinny kid with zits, braces and good grades, my life was a living hell, and I was invisible to the opposite sex.
Then I went to West Point, and all of that changed... except for the grades.
Worst: Having to deal with 99% of the school population. Bunch of cliqueish, subliterate a-holes. As a skinny kid with zits, braces and good grades, my life was a living hell, and I was invisible to the opposite sex.
Then I went to West Point, and all of that changed... except for the grades.
Schuey2002
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Best thing #1: Fish and Wildlife 101. There is nothing like getting an A in a class for doing things like fly fishing, crabbing, salmon fishing off the coast, field trips on Weyerhaeuser property [Tioga Unit] studying herds of elk (and their habitat) and taking day long cruises on the two local Coast Guard cutters.
Best things #2: Girls, girls and more girls. Plus.. Auto Shop.
Worst thing: I can't think of anything. Well, speech class kinda sucked.
All in all, High School in a small town wasn't that bad.
Best things #2: Girls, girls and more girls. Plus.. Auto Shop.
Worst thing: I can't think of anything. Well, speech class kinda sucked.
All in all, High School in a small town wasn't that bad.
MeekandMild
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Worst was having a ninth grade history and civics teacher (yes, they used to teach civics in public screwls) who was hired under affirmative action quotas to give the rednecks some diversity. She was a total moron.
Best was reading in the newspaper 19 years later she was fired just before she was able to draw her pension when it was found she was running a grade buying operation. (None of the weiner dogs at the board of education ever questioned her competence but the fact they fired her was good enough.)
Best was reading in the newspaper 19 years later she was fired just before she was able to draw her pension when it was found she was running a grade buying operation. (None of the weiner dogs at the board of education ever questioned her competence but the fact they fired her was good enough.)
BerettaNut92
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Sean Smith, story of my life, minus the good grades
Devonai
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Best: When the Principal found out that I had a .177 spring pistol in my backpack due to my telling one other student that I had it (duhhh). This was the best L&P moment as the Principal told me "if you're going to bring a BB gun to school, don't let anyone else know about it please."
Of course, this was rural Maine in 1991. If I'd tried that these days I'd be on the evening news.
Worst:
I refused to salute the flag my freshman year (1990) because I thought it was appropriate civil disobedience. I'd like to go back in time and administer a beatdown to my younger self. I got beat up a couple of times for that and darn if I didn't deserve it!!!
Of course, this was rural Maine in 1991. If I'd tried that these days I'd be on the evening news.
Worst:
I refused to salute the flag my freshman year (1990) because I thought it was appropriate civil disobedience. I'd like to go back in time and administer a beatdown to my younger self. I got beat up a couple of times for that and darn if I didn't deserve it!!!
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Good: What a honey for a Biology teacher, and she drove a new vette too. Then again that Geometry teacher and her Chevelle SS 396 ( yellow and black...Hurst shifter).Having one of these honey of a teachers give a ride to work after school insteading of hitchiking. Then Wendy, Pattie, Wendy, Melissa, ...
Shooting in the gym , archery in the gym, Melissa in the gym...Campus Inn, (the on campus hangout), live bands and BBQ catered in for lunch ( nobody used the cafe). The bra burnings, drag races and free concerts, jam sessions.
Bad: no dad, sibs sick, my draft # is always picked, the riots, the working too hard to provide, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin died, some other bands broke up, the big fight on campus because of the McGovern/Nixon race...that drunk that ran me off the road whom the left scene, totaled car and having to call mom ...only way for mom to get to work...attending funerals for a few upperclass students I'd known returning from 'Nam in body bags...
Trying times, Nixon starting bringing the boys home, so I didn't have to leave...
Shooting in the gym , archery in the gym, Melissa in the gym...Campus Inn, (the on campus hangout), live bands and BBQ catered in for lunch ( nobody used the cafe). The bra burnings, drag races and free concerts, jam sessions.
Bad: no dad, sibs sick, my draft # is always picked, the riots, the working too hard to provide, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin died, some other bands broke up, the big fight on campus because of the McGovern/Nixon race...that drunk that ran me off the road whom the left scene, totaled car and having to call mom ...only way for mom to get to work...attending funerals for a few upperclass students I'd known returning from 'Nam in body bags...
Trying times, Nixon starting bringing the boys home, so I didn't have to leave...
Good: To quote John Tavolta in "Michael" "BATTLE!!" i.e. to fight the good fight.
Bad: Losing battles.
Also good: good looking chicks who think like I do.
Also bad: good looking chicks who think like I do, but don't like me for reasons unknown.
-Morgan
Bad: Losing battles.
Also good: good looking chicks who think like I do.
Also bad: good looking chicks who think like I do, but don't like me for reasons unknown.
-Morgan
JohnBT
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I got to thinking about high school. It's been a long time.
Well, my physics teacher was a character who'd worked with Von Braun for a year and knew some people. He got me one-day personal tour of NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. Pretty slick stuff. (insert pic of me walking around with my eyes going BOING BOING.)
I bought a cheap camera (a Kowa) and signed on as a yearbook photographer. I got free tickets to everything and had a legit reason to follow the cheerleaders around.
Two friends and I did lights, sound and sets for the fall dramatic production and spring musical. Lots of girls around and we were allowed to drive all over town during school hours to get supplies. We also had a master key to the school.
Maybe the most fun was the day after the prom. Another buddy and I chartered a bus and sold tickets to couples for a day trip from Rockville, MD to Ocean City. We were a sorry looking bunch at 6:30 a.m. when we left and worse when we got back.
John
Well, my physics teacher was a character who'd worked with Von Braun for a year and knew some people. He got me one-day personal tour of NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. Pretty slick stuff. (insert pic of me walking around with my eyes going BOING BOING.)
I bought a cheap camera (a Kowa) and signed on as a yearbook photographer. I got free tickets to everything and had a legit reason to follow the cheerleaders around.
Two friends and I did lights, sound and sets for the fall dramatic production and spring musical. Lots of girls around and we were allowed to drive all over town during school hours to get supplies. We also had a master key to the school.
Maybe the most fun was the day after the prom. Another buddy and I chartered a bus and sold tickets to couples for a day trip from Rockville, MD to Ocean City. We were a sorry looking bunch at 6:30 a.m. when we left and worse when we got back.
John
Hkmp5sd
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BEST: Having enough credits to graduate in the 11th grade. Spent senior year in the US Navy.
WORST: Having to drag my mother to the gun stores to sign for my firearm purchases.
WORST: Having to drag my mother to the gun stores to sign for my firearm purchases.
It doesn't seem like I went to high school that long ago, but I guess it has been 23 years ago.
In my high school before every assembly every single person recited the Pledge of Alligence and the Lord's Prayer. Every one took it seriously and no one screwed around when it was being done. No one objected to it in any way. I was asked to read the Gettysburg Address on Veterns Day at the cemetary. Most everyone in town showed up for the ceremony and every vet that died in the past year had his name read off and his wife or mother was presented with flowers. This was all followed by a 21 gun salute in the town square and taps was played by someone from the high school band. Even as a kid I remember getting choked up when the guy from the VFW turned and said, Sergent of the guard, prepare to salute the dead. This happened every year and I bet it still does.
The principal wouldn't hesitate to paddle someone if they misbehaved, including seniors who were over the age of 18. And this was supported 100% by the parents as far as I know, I never heard anything to the contrary.
People brought in guns to work on in shop class.
Only a couple students owned their own car and NO parents bought their kids a car. The ones that owned a car worked after school and weekends to pay for it. 90% of the kids either rode the bus or walked to school. I took a car to school once, the last day as a senior.
All classes were taught in English and we only had a couple people drop out of high school while I was doing my four years (maybe two or three). We had a few kids whose families (along with them) had fled across the iron curtin. They were expected to read and write English and did. They were some of the most patriotic people in town. They knew what America was all about and were all too familiar with the alternative. They NEVER referred to themselves as ________ - Americans. They would be the first to tell you with their chests puffed out that they were AMERICANS.
Violance was mostly unheard of. If someone got into a fist fight, it was big news and only happened a hand full of times during my four years.
I only knew a couple kids whose mothers worked. I only knew a couple kids whose parents were divorced.
I knew all but a couple kids from the time I started kindergarten to the time I graduated from high school. These were the same kids that I played little league etc. with. I knew every kid in my high school by name. I knew where they lived. I knew where their dad's worked.
No boys showed up on November 15 (the first day of small game hunting season) and few boys showed up during the week of deer season.
If you didn't show up to school, the school called your house and talked to your parents as to why you wern't there. Very few people called off sick.
One girl in my high school got pregnant.
We drank beer and even smoked pot a few times. But, we laughed and acted stupid; we didn't do anything violent or criminal and I don't recall anyone ever getting in a wreck.
As seniors, we spent an entire semester learning the Constitution of the U.S. If you wanted to, you could choose to compete in the Constitution Bowl which was conducted like the TV game show Jeopardy. The winning team got an A for the semester.
We only had a hand full of black kids in town. No one thought anything of it that I knew of. Throughout grade school, one of my best friends was black. He moved away to the next town. After graduating I met a kid from his high school and asked about him. He said, you mean that black guy ? It struck me that I had never really considered the fact that he was black. That sounds crazy, but it never entered my mind before then.
But, this obviously was in a small town where we wern't enlightened or progressive. We were just a bunch of hilllbillies that didn't know about the problems of the world. We all got along and tried to do the right thing. We respected our elders. I bet we didn't have more than a few people who ever went on welfare after graduation. I have never heard of anyone getting in trouble and going to prison after high school. I guess we just didn't get it.
Not long ago I looked up the local paper where I grew up on the internet. I saw an article where a car load of kids that go to my old high school got pulled over by the police and were found to have heroin in the car.
But of course, we have all the answers today.
In my high school before every assembly every single person recited the Pledge of Alligence and the Lord's Prayer. Every one took it seriously and no one screwed around when it was being done. No one objected to it in any way. I was asked to read the Gettysburg Address on Veterns Day at the cemetary. Most everyone in town showed up for the ceremony and every vet that died in the past year had his name read off and his wife or mother was presented with flowers. This was all followed by a 21 gun salute in the town square and taps was played by someone from the high school band. Even as a kid I remember getting choked up when the guy from the VFW turned and said, Sergent of the guard, prepare to salute the dead. This happened every year and I bet it still does.
The principal wouldn't hesitate to paddle someone if they misbehaved, including seniors who were over the age of 18. And this was supported 100% by the parents as far as I know, I never heard anything to the contrary.
People brought in guns to work on in shop class.
Only a couple students owned their own car and NO parents bought their kids a car. The ones that owned a car worked after school and weekends to pay for it. 90% of the kids either rode the bus or walked to school. I took a car to school once, the last day as a senior.
All classes were taught in English and we only had a couple people drop out of high school while I was doing my four years (maybe two or three). We had a few kids whose families (along with them) had fled across the iron curtin. They were expected to read and write English and did. They were some of the most patriotic people in town. They knew what America was all about and were all too familiar with the alternative. They NEVER referred to themselves as ________ - Americans. They would be the first to tell you with their chests puffed out that they were AMERICANS.
Violance was mostly unheard of. If someone got into a fist fight, it was big news and only happened a hand full of times during my four years.
I only knew a couple kids whose mothers worked. I only knew a couple kids whose parents were divorced.
I knew all but a couple kids from the time I started kindergarten to the time I graduated from high school. These were the same kids that I played little league etc. with. I knew every kid in my high school by name. I knew where they lived. I knew where their dad's worked.
No boys showed up on November 15 (the first day of small game hunting season) and few boys showed up during the week of deer season.
If you didn't show up to school, the school called your house and talked to your parents as to why you wern't there. Very few people called off sick.
One girl in my high school got pregnant.
We drank beer and even smoked pot a few times. But, we laughed and acted stupid; we didn't do anything violent or criminal and I don't recall anyone ever getting in a wreck.
As seniors, we spent an entire semester learning the Constitution of the U.S. If you wanted to, you could choose to compete in the Constitution Bowl which was conducted like the TV game show Jeopardy. The winning team got an A for the semester.
We only had a hand full of black kids in town. No one thought anything of it that I knew of. Throughout grade school, one of my best friends was black. He moved away to the next town. After graduating I met a kid from his high school and asked about him. He said, you mean that black guy ? It struck me that I had never really considered the fact that he was black. That sounds crazy, but it never entered my mind before then.
But, this obviously was in a small town where we wern't enlightened or progressive. We were just a bunch of hilllbillies that didn't know about the problems of the world. We all got along and tried to do the right thing. We respected our elders. I bet we didn't have more than a few people who ever went on welfare after graduation. I have never heard of anyone getting in trouble and going to prison after high school. I guess we just didn't get it.
Not long ago I looked up the local paper where I grew up on the internet. I saw an article where a car load of kids that go to my old high school got pulled over by the police and were found to have heroin in the car.
But of course, we have all the answers today.
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TexasVet
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Tulsa '64...
Best?
Having friends who were Sochs AND Greasers (writer Hinton was in a '64 Tulsa class, too)...
The gator (small, from the zoo) in the pool just before girls swim class...
The (borrowed) B Gas Dragster run thru the parking lot at lunch time..
The junior and senior years history teacher who really understood American history...
Senior chemistry class (MUCH more possiblities for fun than any computer class!! No, drugs not involved, not back then.)
And Elaine.
Worst?
Losing a friend to a high speed suicide by gun on the new turnpike.
Losing Elaine.
Best?
Having friends who were Sochs AND Greasers (writer Hinton was in a '64 Tulsa class, too)...
The gator (small, from the zoo) in the pool just before girls swim class...
The (borrowed) B Gas Dragster run thru the parking lot at lunch time..
The junior and senior years history teacher who really understood American history...
Senior chemistry class (MUCH more possiblities for fun than any computer class!! No, drugs not involved, not back then.)
And Elaine.
Worst?
Losing a friend to a high speed suicide by gun on the new turnpike.
Losing Elaine.
Peter Gun
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MD not VT
Best: Many good, open minded teachers, pretty girls that thought I was God, no emphasis on team sports, involved parents, I was the first in my year to have a car, easy access to Nation's Capital.
worst: One teacher who insisted on finding christian references in every single book, lots of racial tension, at least five of my fellow classmates dying of violent causes in one year, beginning of PC crap, AIDS was discovered, DC changed the drinking age to 21 6 mos too early for me to be grandfathered for the 18 drinking age, easy access to Nation's Hellhole.
Best: Many good, open minded teachers, pretty girls that thought I was God, no emphasis on team sports, involved parents, I was the first in my year to have a car, easy access to Nation's Capital.
worst: One teacher who insisted on finding christian references in every single book, lots of racial tension, at least five of my fellow classmates dying of violent causes in one year, beginning of PC crap, AIDS was discovered, DC changed the drinking age to 21 6 mos too early for me to be grandfathered for the 18 drinking age, easy access to Nation's Hellhole.
WORST: Having a Blissninny adminstrative employee walk up to me in the library and tell me to hand her my Buck 110 ( many of us carried them in school back in the day), then telling me she was going to see that I was expelled for carrying a weapon at school.
BEST: Having her boss walk up to us while this was occurring and asking her to let him see the knife. He opened it, ran his finger across the blade, then closed it and handed it back to me saying, "I'm glad to see you take good care of your knife." He then told his employee that as long as I wasn't doing anything harmful with my knife, she should leave me alone.
Unfortunately for her, she wasn't aware that her boss was one of the teachers that used to race the hunting students (including me) out the door at 3PM during dove season to get to the local riverbottom for the evening hunt.
Of course if the above occurred in a high school today, I WOULD be expelled, and probably sitting in Juvenile Hall as well.
BEST: Having her boss walk up to us while this was occurring and asking her to let him see the knife. He opened it, ran his finger across the blade, then closed it and handed it back to me saying, "I'm glad to see you take good care of your knife." He then told his employee that as long as I wasn't doing anything harmful with my knife, she should leave me alone.
Unfortunately for her, she wasn't aware that her boss was one of the teachers that used to race the hunting students (including me) out the door at 3PM during dove season to get to the local riverbottom for the evening hunt.
Of course if the above occurred in a high school today, I WOULD be expelled, and probably sitting in Juvenile Hall as well.
Aikibiker
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Best: Making friends with the ladies that ran the library with an iron fist. They let me use the library's "Staff Only" restroom instead of having to dodge the stoners and smokers in the public ones.
Worst: Not listening to my doctor when she advised me to drop out and go straight to college. Worst choice I ever made, I could have avoided a lot of bad things by listening to that advice.
BenW.,
I had a similar incident with my spyderco delica. I used to keep it and my other knives in my hat at night and empty them out before going to school. Well, one morning I accidentally left the delica in there. I had only had 3 hours sleep, so I didn't notice as I headed out for the bus, my hat pressed tightly to my mop of hair. I took my hat off as I entered my class room and the knife came flying out to land right at the feet of the principal who was visiting that morning.
She sort of turned green and looked like she was trying to find her voice. So I scooped it up real quick pressed it into her hand and said: Oops forgot about that one this morning, can you hold it for me until I get out this afternoon?
Darned if it didn't work too, after school let out for the day I picked up my knife from her secretary in an envelope with my name on it.
This was during the 90's.
The same principal made me come to her office to accept my diploma from her hand when she found out I was planning on skipping the graduation ceremony. I guess she wanted to make sure I wouldn't be back.
Just remembered. It was sometime during my junior or sophomore year that we stopped saying the pledge of allegiance every morning. I remember being really shocked when we didn't all stand up to do it that day, and it all ways bothered me until I graduated. I can't believe I forgot that.
Worst: Not listening to my doctor when she advised me to drop out and go straight to college. Worst choice I ever made, I could have avoided a lot of bad things by listening to that advice.
BenW.,
I had a similar incident with my spyderco delica. I used to keep it and my other knives in my hat at night and empty them out before going to school. Well, one morning I accidentally left the delica in there. I had only had 3 hours sleep, so I didn't notice as I headed out for the bus, my hat pressed tightly to my mop of hair. I took my hat off as I entered my class room and the knife came flying out to land right at the feet of the principal who was visiting that morning.
She sort of turned green and looked like she was trying to find her voice. So I scooped it up real quick pressed it into her hand and said: Oops forgot about that one this morning, can you hold it for me until I get out this afternoon?
Darned if it didn't work too, after school let out for the day I picked up my knife from her secretary in an envelope with my name on it.
This was during the 90's.
The same principal made me come to her office to accept my diploma from her hand when she found out I was planning on skipping the graduation ceremony. I guess she wanted to make sure I wouldn't be back.
Just remembered. It was sometime during my junior or sophomore year that we stopped saying the pledge of allegiance every morning. I remember being really shocked when we didn't all stand up to do it that day, and it all ways bothered me until I graduated. I can't believe I forgot that.
Chris Rhines
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Where to start...
Bests - Walking to National Capital after school to shoot skeet. Four years of Architecture class, during which I actually learned manual drafting. Junior year English lit., got introduced to Eugene O'Neill. A library with eight newspaper subscriptions and quite a selection of Heinlein. Debate team.
Worsts - Pretty much everything else. Teachers who give brainless ticket-punchers a bad name, co-students who couldn't rub two independent thoughts together. Should life gift me with offspring, there is no way in hell I would put them through government school.
- Chris
Bests - Walking to National Capital after school to shoot skeet. Four years of Architecture class, during which I actually learned manual drafting. Junior year English lit., got introduced to Eugene O'Neill. A library with eight newspaper subscriptions and quite a selection of Heinlein. Debate team.
Worsts - Pretty much everything else. Teachers who give brainless ticket-punchers a bad name, co-students who couldn't rub two independent thoughts together. Should life gift me with offspring, there is no way in hell I would put them through government school.
- Chris
Big_R
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Where to start: The high school I went to was pretty small. There were less than 60 students in my class. Times have changed since I got out in the late 80's.
Good: Industrial arts teacher who wouldn't let us use power tools until we'd mastered the manual ones, planes, hand saws, soldering irons that were stuck in the fire to heat, riviting with a ball peen hammer. Then there was slugging Dewey for hitting on my girlfriend and having the principal instruct me on a proper right hook. Finally, there was the english teacher, Mrs. Miller I believe. She taught my older brother and was still hot when she taught me.
Bad: Pimples, the first time you get your heart broken, the beginning of hip-hop, techno, "modern country" and other useless types of music and having the drummer of my band get killed. Hope you're still bangin' Derek.
Ryan
Good: Industrial arts teacher who wouldn't let us use power tools until we'd mastered the manual ones, planes, hand saws, soldering irons that were stuck in the fire to heat, riviting with a ball peen hammer. Then there was slugging Dewey for hitting on my girlfriend and having the principal instruct me on a proper right hook. Finally, there was the english teacher, Mrs. Miller I believe. She taught my older brother and was still hot when she taught me.
Bad: Pimples, the first time you get your heart broken, the beginning of hip-hop, techno, "modern country" and other useless types of music and having the drummer of my band get killed. Hope you're still bangin' Derek.
Ryan
Betty
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I moved to TN from NJ in the middle of 7th grade, so I'll extend "high schoool years" to cover this also, because there were some startling differences.
NJ: There was a severe lack of respect for teachers.
TN: If you misbehaved, the teachers paddled your butt.
NJ: (Overall) Better teachers with better teaching skills - I considered some classes to be more college level.
TN: The gym teacher taught biology, and he couldn't spell half the words in the book. The history teacher didn't know what year WWII started.
NJ: There were lots of students of all different colors and races mingling together.
TN: When we assembled in the auditorium, the blacks and whites voluntarily segregated themselves.
Worst: Getting suspended for 3 days for defending myself against the local bully.
Best: Dad asking, "So, who won?" after mom gives me a long lecture.
Worst: Being called to the office for my inconsistency in"choosing my race" on all those state exams. "You'll have a better chance at getting scholarships if you're a minority."
Best: Choosing "white" out of spite and believing that I should be accepted for my academic record and not the color of my skin. I made Top Ten of my class and still squeezed in all the art classes I could.
Worst: Homecoming Day: I lose the coveted "Best Decorated Vehicle" award that everyone was expecting me to win.
Best: Finding out that the winner pouted to the teachers so she could win. "If Betty wins, I'm going to just shove a pencil up her nose! She always wins all the art prizes, IT'S NOT FAIR!" All the little kiddies at the grade school we passed by screamed and cheered the loudest when my vehicle drove by. Hey, when you dress up dad's Ford F150 to look like the school mascot (bobcat) with a big slobbery cardboard tongue hanging out the grill, what kid wouldn't cheer?
Worst: Having to be jumped-started by a Chevy at the start of the parade because I left the radio on while decorating the truck.
NJ: There was a severe lack of respect for teachers.
TN: If you misbehaved, the teachers paddled your butt.
NJ: (Overall) Better teachers with better teaching skills - I considered some classes to be more college level.
TN: The gym teacher taught biology, and he couldn't spell half the words in the book. The history teacher didn't know what year WWII started.
NJ: There were lots of students of all different colors and races mingling together.
TN: When we assembled in the auditorium, the blacks and whites voluntarily segregated themselves.
Worst: Getting suspended for 3 days for defending myself against the local bully.
Best: Dad asking, "So, who won?" after mom gives me a long lecture.
Worst: Being called to the office for my inconsistency in"choosing my race" on all those state exams. "You'll have a better chance at getting scholarships if you're a minority."
Best: Choosing "white" out of spite and believing that I should be accepted for my academic record and not the color of my skin. I made Top Ten of my class and still squeezed in all the art classes I could.
Worst: Homecoming Day: I lose the coveted "Best Decorated Vehicle" award that everyone was expecting me to win.
Best: Finding out that the winner pouted to the teachers so she could win. "If Betty wins, I'm going to just shove a pencil up her nose! She always wins all the art prizes, IT'S NOT FAIR!" All the little kiddies at the grade school we passed by screamed and cheered the loudest when my vehicle drove by. Hey, when you dress up dad's Ford F150 to look like the school mascot (bobcat) with a big slobbery cardboard tongue hanging out the grill, what kid wouldn't cheer?
Worst: Having to be jumped-started by a Chevy at the start of the parade because I left the radio on while decorating the truck.
Bigjake
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hehe, you were just lucky us chevy owners are such kind, outgoing individuals who don't mind helping the handicapped 
*as i duck to avoid flying objects hurtled from the ford camp*
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So runt, how many guns and what type were in the rack during the parade??
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So runt, how many guns and what type were in the rack during the parade??
BerettaNut92
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Runt, don't forget, "Stop, or my sister will beat you up!"
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Runt...NJ ??? I never would have guessed. No offense to those in NJ ,but you found the education better huh.
Ok , at least it wasn't a Mopar that gave you a start . ( Us Chevy guys and Ford guys do agree on "some things".)
Gotta relate in a firearm related way how you ended up in TN.
Any gun stuff in NJ schools ? Wait -your so young prolly didn't have that in your time...us old farts OTOH...shot inside the gym...
Ok , at least it wasn't a Mopar that gave you a start . ( Us Chevy guys and Ford guys do agree on "some things".)
Gotta relate in a firearm related way how you ended up in TN.
Any gun stuff in NJ schools ? Wait -your so young prolly didn't have that in your time...us old farts OTOH...shot inside the gym...
Bigjake
Member
hehe no kidding re1973. at that point i think i woulda just had it towed....
shot as in??? what kind of guns did they let you shoot indoors? like small caliber stuff as in .22 only or what?
shot as in??? what kind of guns did they let you shoot indoors? like small caliber stuff as in .22 only or what?
lycanthrope
Member
1982-1988
Best:
Having hunter's education classes offerred every year, in school, free of charge.
Getting three days off for deer season.
Worst:
Having a new gym floor, but no books for class. Priorities weren't exactly clear.
Best:
Having hunter's education classes offerred every year, in school, free of charge.
Getting three days off for deer season.
Worst:
Having a new gym floor, but no books for class. Priorities weren't exactly clear.
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