That reminded me, in probably eighth grade, we were told we could not call the game "smear the queer" anymore. I don't think any of us understood why. I definitely didn't. We started calling it "kill the man".

We had a frequent substitute teacher whose last name was Faggott. None of us ever thought anything of it. Homosexuality wasn't promoted here back then. I don't think I ever knew about homosexuality until I heard about the Aids scare on the news in the late eighties. I didn't know any LGBTQs or at least anyone who was open about it. When I look back on it, there was one kid in my grade school who was probably gay, but we didn't know it. We just thought he was weird and effeminate.

I got my first kisses in 5th grade, from 2 girls a year older than me. I felt my first breasts in the library in 7th grade. Our teacher caught us and just lightly admonished us. They probably would expel boys for that now or label them as predators. In 8th grade, I was, in my opinion at the time, the coolest kid at Kings Island with a pretty girl on each arm at Kings Island, who were both my romantic girlfriends.

Times have really changed.

Keith

Pocket full of knives everyday

We turned loose a couple rattlesnakes in the gym while decorating for the Junior Prom.

I had more homework and tests ripped up by my 6th grade English teacher ...

Because the kid that sat in the isle to the left of me.... farted in class about every day.

Then in Freshman year of high school 1970...

A sophomore I knew....flushed an M-80 down the toilet in Chapel study..

Needless to say ....he got a week detention and I can't remember if any money was involved.

But what a noise !

And NEVAH mind the Streaking going on down the halls...lol

brought a .22 rifle to school for after school hunting. Walked down the corridors with it and stuck it in my locker. Nobody said a thing or even looked twice.
I wasn't the only one.

It was no big thing

HA HA HA HA HA!! On BOTH of those posts.

I can remember Pantsing Kevin Krishner when he was trying to ask Becky Konitzer for a date!! I SWEAR I NEVER KNEW HE WENT COMMANDO!! I SWEAR!!!

I wish m-80's were still easy to get . cherry bombs were good too. i tossed a cherry bomb in the school dumpster. caught the contents on fire. fire department showed up. was not busted on that one

Had a rifle in truck everyday , kids don’t know trouble they put a paddle on our rear for just getting out of line

Metal shop class one of our projects we had to make was a hunting knife still have it

Even though we weren't supposed to, we all made billy clubs in wood shop to keep under the seat of the truck. The shop teacher just looked the other way.

School was the worst experience of my life. I hated them and they hated me. Every year if you kissed enough butt you could get opening day of hunting season off. I never kissed butt and always took that day off to go hunting. My senior year they told me not to take the day off but I did anyway. They though they had me and they expelled me. Little did they know I had some pretty connected friends who were in the military. I moved to Hawaii and finished my high school there. Surfing, snorkeling and living one of the best experience of my life. I had the last laugh on them and it gave me great pleasure to finally get them back.

school i went to closed for three days. elk season and deer season both opened on separate saturdays. school was closed the following mon tue and wed.

Grew up in a dairy farming community. The bus drivers were farmers and leave the barn, hop on the bus and pick up kids. During deer season, our bus driver had his deer rifle on the bus, and we had the windows down looking for deer. 95% of our road were red shale roads. Great memories.

1980’s Catholic School girls in short uniform jumpers.
I graduated with nearly 700 kids so 9th to 12th grade we had nearly 3000 students.

Attended Penn State, had my 870 pump, .22 bolt and bow in my dorm room. Never an issue. Walked all around campus with gun in case to the student parking lot where my jeep CJ-5 was parked.

PSU so woke now; it would not recommend anyone to go. Don’t like James Franklin either, seems like he won’t draft white kids…..

This thread sure got me thinking about those old days and old friends. I got in my fair share of trouble, but it was (mostly) harmless stuff. My biggest problem was simply my last name made me guilty by association. A lot of kin in the county and known (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) raisers, all of them!
As ol' Waylon once said, "been busted for things that I did and I didn't do."