Memoryes from high-school

[Telecolor 3007]

I had a 20 minute walk to the highway. Then an hour ride on a school bus. Psycological and physical abuse on the bus. More of that at school except adult teachers also delt out the abuse. Then back on the bus.

This was my high school life from 7:10am till 5:20pm every day. Fun!!!!

Man I miss those times!

I was subject of abuse too. But very few times phyiscal... more of psycholical one. Luckly, I din't ride with the bad mates on the tram (streetcar) and bus.
But I have some funny memoryes too. I done some stupyd things - especially at the Romanian lessons (man, that she teacher was so boring); I talled the teacher that I feel sorry for what I did. :thumbsdn:
One day, at a Romanian lesson I was bored so I took a lighter and I turned on fire a pice of paper and throu it in the desk. I did this before... only this time the desk turned on fire... This is one of the most bad things that I done in high-school years. The others: I smoked (I never went drunked at high-school, only at History Faculty I done this a few times) and starting with the 10th grade I start missing lessons (before that I never done that). The missing was a bad habbit, 'cause I practice it often (especially at Romanian, Physics and Chemistry lessons (classe)). At Chemistry we barly had 4 experiments in 4 years... so it was really boring.
Since I was at in industrial high-school we had some practice period. We wehere split into to groups and mixed with the same class that we studyed English/French. One day, a teacher talled the students from the other group to wire a wire "spiră lângă spiră (helix near helix)" and the guys and girl from my class started reapting "spiră lângă spiră".
At one such practice hour I set an M.A.V.O. (Multi Ampermetru Voltemtru Ohmetru) for measurig the intensity of the electric curent from the plug. I knew that a resistance must be put in series with the Apermeter. But I thought that that thing haves inside resistances... so I insterted te 2 pins into the socket... and buuum! Luckly, I dind't broken anything. And darn, I didn't insert the 2 pins into the 24 Volts socket... I got it into the 220 Volts socket.

 

[Sandy G]

Hehehehe...We had Seniors who lived in the dorms w/the younger kids, ostensibly to make them behave...Often as not, the Seniors just showed the younger kids the finer points of F!ckin' Off even more than they already knew...I remember there was this one dude, John Fogarty-Just like the Creedence singer-who was the senior over the Freshman dorm. Now, Fogue, you had to see him-Prematurely grey, skinny, had a "Goozle" that went up & down when he talked, just a comical lookin' somebody. And he was from Louisiana, IIRC, and He....Talked...About...Like...THIS...REALLY slow. The kids on his floor saved all their Coke cans for several weeks, & EARLY, EARLY one morning, stacked 'em ALL very carefully in front of Fogue's door. Floor to ceiling...Then somebody hollered, Fogue got up to see what the commotion was about...He touched one of the Cans, & the whole kit & kaboodle come crashin' down...And that dorm had lineoleum floors & glazed-brick walls, so the roar was deafening... Still prolly echoing to this day...

 

[pioneervato]

I remember in Physics class, at the end of my senior year, we were calculating how much horsepower we were generating by running up two flights of stairs in the science building. Daniel T. was absent the day we did this but he showed up the next day a bit on the drunk side. After all, our graduation was just two weeks away and Daniel just wanted to celebrate early.

Since Daniel missed out on the Physics assignment we were concerned that he would be in danger of failing Physics and we, being his friends, just couldn't let that happen. So we convinced Daniel to do the experiment and we got him running him up the stairs a few times. Needless to say, Daniel wasn't feeling very well after Physics class and we were dismissed to attend the Senior Honor's Assembly.

I ended up sitting next to Carey S. and Daniel sat directly behind Carey. About 15 -20 minutes or so into the assembly Daniel leans forward, grabbing onto the back of Carey's seat with his head down, and begins to hurl his cookies. Well, whatever "liquid breakfast" Daniel had consumed that morning or the night before started to run down with the slope of the floor in our auditorium and Carey and I started to freak out (as did everyone else around Daniel) as the alcohol saturated puke made its way between us and continued on towards the front row creating even more commotion and outbursts as the smell went with it. Not pretty.

As it turned out, Daniel was suspended from school for a few days but was allowed to graduate with his senior classmates. I will never forget that day nor the smell of Daniel's puke. Awwww...the high school memories from my senior year.:yes:

 

[Sandy G]

The '73s-I was a '75-were called The Wrecking Crew...They took out ALL the 8' flourescent bulbs in the school building-Parts of which dated to 1908-And made a general Mess of things. In retaliation, the Administration cancelled all final "Official" celebrations, except Graduation itself, & the '73s-Who had undergone the most extensive changes in school history-had a rather restrained graduation. The thing that madfe the school administration the MADDEST however, was the Playboy "Bunny Ears" They painted in white paint on the roof of Caldwell Hall, the school administration bldg. The school painted over it, but the black paint they used arguably made the Bunny Ears stand out even more prominent...And they faced US 11-64/McCallie Avenue, one of the main arteries into downtown Chattanooga...

 

[Tapehead47]

Fascinating tales.

I graduated in '65. Mostly I hated high school and was a fairly poor student, yet maintained a B average somehow. Hardly did my homework and learned to fake my way through English class. Loved science and art class, and woodshop, metal shop, and print shop. Typing class was great with all the girls! Oooo la la! Joined the Chess Club and Astronomy club but dropped out.
I actually beat our highschool chess champ, John Daley. He never lived up to it!
My friends were varied. Some 'hoods', some 'collegians' and a few 'punks'. I don't know where I fit in. Couldn't wait till the bell rang to leave.
I could take the bus or walk. Mostly I walked unless it was raining hard.
Built car models (first one was a '58 Chevy Impala) and WW1 and WWII aircraft, and had an HO train set.
Got into music early. Listened to top-40 am radio but at night, after 9 or 10pm, there was a Jazz show on WGLI with Rhett Evers. Me and a friend, Mel, would listen to it together on weekends. Trane, Getz, Krupa, etc. Opened my mind up to other possibilities. Mel had a gigantic Zeneth console in his upstairs bedroom and we played records for hours. Mel loved jazz and played the Tenor sax.
Discovered the Paul Butterfield Blues Band probably in 64 or so, can't remember. Really dug them! They opened the door to Yardbirds, Animals, Muddy Waters, and other blues and jazz.
Had part time jobs, mostly at Hills supermarket. After school and Saturdays for 30 hrs a week. Teamsters Union! The checkout manager was gay but had great taste in employees. Had lots of dates with gorgeous checkout girls!
Graduated at age 17 and went to work at a coil-winding factory making coils for anything from pinball machines to satellites. At 19 1/2 I knew my lottery number was coming out so I joined the U. S. Navy in order to avoid combat with the Army or Marines.
I've gone on too far. More later if you can stand it!

 

[Sandy G]

Bring it on, Son of Zod !

 

[Tapehead47]

Okay, Sandy. Now I'm sufficiently lubricated. More input for our Romanian friend! What's his name?

In high school I would be sent to detention, a place for those who didn't perform. Like not liking to take showers after 'gym class'. I thought the jocks were a bunch of weirdos and didn't want to show my 'junk'. Seemed like they would spend too much time in there anyway.
In detention many guys would lay their head down on crossed arms and sleep. I usually had this hot chick sitting behind me and if I had my head down I could secretly peek up her dress. Of course I strategically chose to sit where I did. 45 min of ecstasy. Oh, the days before pantyhose! Life was so simple back then.
By 11th grade I started smoking cigarettes. Guess it was peer pressure but succumbed to the addiction. Got my drivers license and would pick up my friends before school started. One was a hot chick, Terry and a couple of guys. This was in my Mom's Rambler with the pushbutton tranny and reclining seats. We'd chip in whatever coins we had and for $2 in gas we could cruise all over Long Island. We didn't drink and drive or do weed, just cigarettes at the most. Mom never knew what we did with her beloved Rambler Classic thank you! Never dated Terry, but surely did have fun with her and our friends!!

 

[OvenMaster]

Bluntly, my high school days sucked. Graduation day was best described as being sprung from the joint after a 12 year stretch.

 

[Tapehead47]

Bluntly, my high school days sucked. Graduation day was best described as being sprung from the joint after a 12 year stretch.

Are you serious? One would never guess....Man this is such an interesing site.
Hey, I didn't even go to graduation either in high school or college. Got my diplomas in the mail. i hate that ****.

 

[OvenMaster]

Unfortunately, Rick, I'm dead serious. The best way to describe high school for me was constantly feeling that no matter what, I didn't fit in. My entire school had ±200 people in it (=52 in my class) with two distinct cliques: the brainy snobs and the troublemaker sports jocks. I was neither. Plus, my class had a reputation of being drinkers, because 18 was legal age back then. I didn't drink or smoke, so that made me a weirdo. No job, car, or license allowed until after graduation (1977) didn't help matters one bit. either.