Big melee between rednecks and black kids after someone wrote some racist shit on a poster. Cops show up and join on the side of the rednecks because obviously they did. They doused basically the entire first floor of the school in pepper spray (or maybe it was tear gas? idr), all classes on lockdown for several hours, pigs even beat up and arrested a black student’s mother when she arrived to take her daughter home because of what was happening. So yeah that was like the first week of freshman year. Fuck 12.
Basically, how they were treating students. The school was operating under a lot of obvious nepotism, and was pretty openly bigoted. I was one of their primary targets. It ended with the state investigating, and then lawyers, and the school agreeing to pay my tuition to go elsewhere.about 1/4 of the staff turned over by the next year. Three years later the whole hierarchy was changed, and much of the rules, and policies, were changed.
At this point, 2 years later, the new superintendent called my dad and apologized for how I was treated. He then asked if it was possible to make amends, and for me to return to the school. He turned that down. To this day (30 years later) kids still hear about the “out of control” period in the 90s that lead to the school being completely reformed. If people are interested I can elaborate on things that went on. For one, their most academically gifted student, by a long shot, was basically shunned because he is gay. The dude is probably a legit genius, and is a prodigal musician. He had the highest marks, and assessment scores, but that didn’t matter, he was a dirty queer. The school was a place you could call Kafkaesque without there being a bit of exaggeration.
Had a teacher fuck a student at my school. I was in that teacher’s class when the shooting next door happened.
Nice.
Our seniors got to go to Disneyland for Grad Night. Someone ended up taking way too much acid on Small World, crawled off the ride, and sat in a corner in fetal position until someone came and got him. My old high school is no longer allowed to go to Disneyland for grad night.
I think our cheerleading team was banned from regionals after throwing a mattress out a hotel room the following year
so on our school trips, in order to somehow prevent fucking, they would have the chaperones put a lil bit of tape on the outside of the doors. kind of like the TV “put a hair on the windowsill to see if someone came in the window” bullshit, theoretically the tape would either break or they wouldn’t be able to re-tape the tape if they left their hotel room after curfew. My room was right next to the chaperones. One night, after being tired of the ridiculous extra rules they were adding to the trip to account for Mike (a well-behaved student who the head chaperone just did not like) I went around to all the rooms with students, took the tape off, and taped the chaperones in. Apparently there was too much tape and they were unable to open the door the next morning. Oopsie poopsie!
that was one of the more minor incidents (the chaperones thought it was hilarious, so i didn’t tell them Mike helped) we had. I’m not telling what I got up to that night.
A freshman got caught beating off in religion class (Catholic HS). He somehow wasn’t thrown out and the nickname “Jerkoff Joe” stuck with him for his next 4 years.
We had a kid do this too. He supposedly ejaculated on the desk. They just called him “Jack off” after that.
His name was, say, Billy. This girl in my class that was pregnant was going to name her kid Billy before the incident. She chose another name after that.
Jerk off Joe vs Beat off Billy
I hear the opponents are spunky
does every school have one of those? Ours was named “Sticky”. He changed schools after a semester of that nickname. it’s a small enough city that didn’t help
No, not every school does…
my envy is palpable
Went to high school in a very small rural town. There was a time when someone snuck in a bunch of chickens and a raccoon in the middle of the day. That was a strange day.
first year of highschool, friend groups already formed. the classes started 7:30, and went until to 17:10; 10:00 to 10:20 and 15:10 to 15:30 was a short break where they gave out food and sometimes drinks (like chocolate milk, coffee, etc) and 12:00 to 13:30 it was lunch time. 12:30 to 13:00 they locked the doors to make sure nobody would steal other peoples stuff.
around the time of 12:30 to 13:00, some kids (including me) were bored and wanted to go get our backpacks, i believe because the next class was in the computer labs, meaning we’d still have to walk a bit to get there. since we were bored kids, we started joking around, acting like we were going to punch the door, kick it, etc. some other kid just came in and kicked the door open, breaking everything around the handle.
so anyway, the people that were doing the thing in front of the door (other than me) went to the principal’s office or whatever that’s called, together with some people who were just sitting around. everyone was punished. the kid who actually broke the door was supposed to pay a bigger portion of the new door, though he never paid (afaik). and the others that went into the office had to pay a smaller portion each. yes, even the ones who went just to confirm that the kid did the thing, and were literally sitting on the floor until it happened. i was one of the ones who were doing the thing on the door, but i just kinda didn’t know what to do so i sat down and i wasn’t punished. lol
the excuse the doorbreaker kid’s parents gave was that he was autistic, couldn’t understand it was a joke and wanted to help.
oh and of course at later years of highschool there was sex, drugs, and other crap of the same caliber. not me though, i just kinda started dating in the first year and we never broke up… now she’s my fiancée or however that word is spelled!
Great anecdote. I was thinking how unfair it was to make the jokesters pay until…
the excuse the doorbreaker kid’s parents gave was that he was autistic, couldn’t understand it was a joke and wanted to help.
Yeah. If you create the conditions in which someone acts, then you share responsibility.
There is always some son-of-a-bitch who doesn’t get the word. - John F. Kennedy during the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Around Columbine, rumours started going around at my school that one of my friends was going to shoot up the coming assembly. He wore a trench coat but was just another dnd nerd and bullying wasn’t even bad at my school (this itself was probably about as bad as bullying would get). He was monitored during the assembly and a lot of people avoided it, but it was one of the few I went to. Obviously nothing happened during it.
Though my favourite assembly story from that school was about the time they absolutely wanted everyone to attend one. Many people would usually just leave the school during them, so on this day, they posted teachers at each door to keep people from leaving while others moved through the school and herded everyone to the gym.
I remember getting to the gym, thinking they had beat us, only to enter and see that the line of people going in didn’t disperse to the seats in the bleachers. Instead it continued on to the one door they forgot to guard: an exit from the gym itself.
I wish I could have seen the look on their faces when they got in to the gym only to find it probably less full than usual, since everyone exiting from right there probably made some who wouldn’t have normally left grow bold enough to do it. But I didn’t see their faces because I also left.
Then they just kinda gave up. Even though it would gave been relatively easy to fix the flaw in their plan, they never did try to block us in like that again.
Kid getting shot in the hall over his sneakers…
Mustard gas in the parking lot. Yeah IDK.
Had to evacuate the building because due to the teacher in my chemistry class accidentally letting a bunch of bromine gas escape.
My sister had the same classroom evacuated after she made an explosive that burned the ceiling tiles and set off the sprinklers.
Wish we had chemistry, alas we had to settle for making chemical weapons with cleaning supplies from the 99¢ store. The mustard gas was just what was noticed, I know damned well that someone made a hand grenade in one of those pre fab classrooms that were meant to be temporary but all got turned into storage.
storage? we have a school here that like 2/3 of the classrooms are portables.
There are two highschools in my area I went to the old one built in the 50s which was used for special needs because I am an autistic who leans towards violence. Anyways the portables were probably from the late 90s early 2000s when the new highschool was still being built
That’s bussin, no cap, for real, for real.
On god skibidy fleek ratchet
The only incidents at our school was people sneaking into the stage lighting booth to fuck.
Oh, and also one kid got arrested for selling weed out of one of the bathrooms.
Nature finds a way.
