rofl highschool was so long ago for me. One thing I vividly remember is all of us wanting to bang our guidance counselor. She was and probably still is incredibly hot. Best part was that she obviously knew we all wanted to bang her and she wore really revealing clothing because her tits were amazing. After seeing all these news stories about teachers and students having sex, it makes me sad. I would not have told anyone :)

Nothing too crazy stands out [I do remember some girl pulling me into the bathroom and lifted up her dress to show off her matching yellow panties and bra. She asked if I wanted to see her new underwear and I offhandedly said 'sure'.]. I was in a martial arts club that put on a show twice a year and we would choreograph a whole bunch of fights. Despite not being the most flexible/fast/agile it was a lot of fun.

I do remembered getting bullied quite a bit sadly.

A girl I'd had a crush on for like 4 years OD'd on prescription drugs and died when I was in 10th grade.

Chronologically,

I remember standing on 'the hill' throwing rocks into traffic with friends and this guy figured out where we were and drove up. He legit tried to run us over while yelling "YOU BROKE MY FUCKIN WINDSHIELD!".

I also remember my friend at the time biffing shit on his bike and scraping his face off.

I was skiing and broke my femur. ~3-4months in hospital and like ~2 more months in wheelchair/crutches.
While I was hospitalized I gained a ton of weight. Weighed like 270lbs and my parents were making me take tae kwon do at the time for some reason. Never lost any weight somehow.

Won the annual talent show (playing malaguena on a spanish guitar) then dropped 100 lbs.

ur highschool has a "drive your tractor to school day"????

I spent high school trying to learn English in this country

I walked into my buddy fucking a girl on a desk. Good times. never sitting on that desk again.

yes. it was a couple weeks ago for ffa it was stupid af lmao. all the ffa kids got free lunch too cause they set up a barbeque by the tractors. I acted like an ffa kid and got free lunch holla at ya boy

one of my swimming friends who's a senior sent that one in

At the time I didn't think this was weird but our Latin teacher used to write his own stories in Latin about characters being molested and drowned in fish ponds. He also slept at the school overnight sometimes because he lived a bit far. A couple of years after I graduated he got pink slipped and everyone was surprised since he was such a well-liked teacher. Looking back at it now though.....I can see why he was fired...

Some more stuff that I found trawling through old facebook posts.

-Some kids sprayed a grass killer penis on the lawn in front of our outdoor stage the weekend of this big marching band meet, the school decided to turn it into an elephant.

-We had these 'school inspections' where people from the district would some inspect how our campus was doing... the school's response was to haul a whole bunch of manure in these big trucks to put on the plants and trees. What we ended up with was a foul-smelling campus [that stuff was EVERYWHERE], which didn't smell nice to begin with since we get a nice breeze from the neighboring landfill every so often.

I also decided to check out some old classmates on facebook... damn, a lot of them got really good looking after college.

Fuck

I slept through all my classes. Time well spent

i remember high school everyday i walk outside and see all this useless snow

Latin teacher I had for 7 years (prep school) got arrested the year after I graduated for trying to seduce/molest a 13 year old girl. He texted her things to translate for homework and one of them was "te nuda volo" which literally means "I want you naked."

You can google that phrase and he comes up lol

Halloween Grade 11.
German class.
We were writing a quiz.

The one Middle Eastern Grade 12 kid at my school kicks open my classroom door. A thunderous bang echoes through the silent room. A flock of adolescents eyes rise from their papers and glance at the intruder. Dressed in a robe and a turban, he is wielding what looks to be an M16 assault rifle. He has an apparatus strapped to his chest, with glowing red lights.

Nobody says a word.

The foreigner yells something in his native language as he unleashes a spray of bullets into the dropped ceiling of the classroom. Upon realizing that his weapon was actually a plastic toy, the kid yells something else out and hastily retreats from the class.

everyone had a laugh even the teacher and we finished the quiz lol highschool was amazing

that would only happen to you Gggly

almost nothing happens in rural wisconsin. the most exciting thing is probably that my french teacher is a parkour jiu jitsu master who teaches ballet, can fly planes, speak seven languages, and probably worked for some sort of govt agency before becoming a teacher. we also have drive your tractor to school day because nearly half the school is farmers' kids

oh yeah and back when i rode the bus some kid pissed in a bottle and got charged with public urination

I was walking with this girl in the hallways, and class was about to start. She hugs me, then punts me in the crotch. Talk about mixed signals.

that's every day in third period for me

two complete school lockdowns in 4 years
first in my freshman year, someone set off a pipe bomb as a joke and we ended up being locked in classrooms for 4 hours. (people were peeing in trashbins...)
then in my junior year a store was robbed down the street and they thought the dudes were hiding on campus..not as bad as the first but yeah
dont miss it

we stickytaped someone to a pole and left him there

and microwaved a spoon until the microwave broke

classic strat, we did this with halo

Replace TF2 with Star Wars Battlefront and you've got me. TF2 wasn't out yet.

that's not really all that true, there's a lot of stuff that happens here it's just that the people who are involved with interesting shit here don't tell anybody about it for legality related reasons

the only things I ever really did in high school that were actually related to high school itself and were worth any mention involved finding the million convoluted security holes in the school's network, though for being in the middle of nowhere the security here is a lot better than some other places i've seen. the funniest thing i ever found was that if you disconnected the computer from the network halfway through login it would be unable to retrieve the user account settings and default you to being an admin account.

I've got too many HS stories. 11th-12th grade and the whole of college were the best times of my life hands down.

So a few simple stories.

I went to a small rural high school that housed grades 7-12, my graduating class was less than 90 students.

I was in remedial math classes for the whole of my career from 7th-12. Those were great for fun. For example, on the second day of class, we had to turn in our first homework assignment of the year, one student however, had not finished it. The assignment, by the way, was to demonstrate which number out of the two was the greatest, or the least as the case may be. Very simple. However, this student, decided to bite the bullet, for having not done his homework, and said "Mr. so and so, I don't understand these least to greatest problems." At which point the entire class erupted in laughter - to boot with the fact that several students said "he can't even count."

My senior year, I had to take geometry so as to graduate with a college eligible diploma. Unfortunately, geometry is usually reserved for 9-10th graders, and so my schedule didn't line up, as such, I, and a friend of mine, were forced into the 8th grade advanced geometry class. We were required to keep a special notebook and folder for the class. So immediately after the first day, we went to wal-mart, the only store in town, and purchased an entire Dora the Explorer notebook and folder set, along with pencils and big erasers; so that we would be able to fit in with our classmates.

We had FFA too, and FFA members were to paint their hands green, I took AG as an elective, but almost everybody else in the class was an FFA member, they had to paint their hands green to symbolize their membership. After class, as it was the last period of the day, the teacher set out a coffee can with gasoline in it, so that the FFA members could take the green paint off of their hands. One particularly bright specimen decided that it would be a good idea to light the gasoline, that was on his hand, on fire. As fire is what some people call, very hot, he reacted in surprise and instinctively shook his hand, causing flaming gasoline to fly everywhere, including directly into the coffee can filled with gasoline causing a small explosion and substantial fire. It required fire trucks to be called, and everybody was sent home early.

I gave 0 fucks about parking. I parked however the fuck I wanted to, but I always did it clear in the back so that my car would also be by itself, providing me with this freedom. One day, an individual decided to lean out of his window and shout "Nice parking job TJ" and drive off smugly. Then, as I was driving home, I noticed that this same guy had been in an accident - he'd rear-ended another car, and completely obliterated his vehicle. I rolled down the window and shouted "nice driving job!" and drove off with a sense of elation

On prom night, my girlfriend at the time was supposed to have made reservations at this nice hibachi grill to take her, myself, my best friend, and his girlfriend to. However, upon arrival, it turned out that she had, in fact, lied about having made reservations. They told us it would be a 45-60 minute wait. So instead, we went to fazoli's, because every other place in town was stocked full up with prom people, because the local schools in that town had their prom on the same day. Then we went to a used record store and meandered around, as the place we'd gone was roughly 45 minute away from the prom venue. Then, getting into our separate cars, I took a detour, and took my girlfriend home. As she noticed what I was doing, she began to cry and apologize profusely for her mistake. She explained that they had told her they didn't have space for 4 reservations on the day she called (a week later than I'd told her to call), but they assured her it wouldn't be that long of a wait, and so she didn't want to worry me. I told her that I'd had quite enough of her and that when we got to her house (she didn't go to my school) it would be most appreciated if she could please get out without causing a scene. After dropping her off, and telling her she could come around in the morning for whatever of her things were at my house, I went to prom solo. It just so happened that one of the best looking girls in school, who was a friend of mine, was going to prom solo (it was a show of solidarity with one of her single friends apparently). So, I made my move, spent the night with her, and invited her back to my house for the after party we'd planned. She accepted enthusastically. We watched awful horror movies until 3-4 AM or so, and then my friend and his girlfriend left. I asked my prom-mate if she'd like to go home, she said she'd be fine with staying the night. I told her I'd go upstairs and get my room in order for her to stay in there, she told me that was unnecessary and began to aggressively kiss me. It was a great night, and also the best relationship decision I made for years to come.

On the last day of school we were supposed to "cut school" and go to an organized senior cut day to Cedar Point, a nice amusement park in Ohio. However, my cabal of friends decided we were much too cool for that, and set it up with our senior English teacher that we would instead of cutting, *go* to school instead, and just spend the day in her class room watching funny movies and we pitched in to order pizzas. It was a great day. We went to the ag shop, made a cement boot, I painted with my new girlfriend (the girl from prom night) - she is to this day quite the artist, we watched some truly great movies, and at the end of the day, we went all over town doing various neat small town things, and wrapped up with a barbeque at my house.

I was in a debate-team style thing, called "academic superbowl" which was rather a lot like jeopardy. Our school had a team. There are some good stories revolving around that, but the best was, one of the guys from a nearby school informed us of an illicit gambling den in his town (a 20 minute drive for us), because he caught us playing poker. Gambling mind you, is almost wholly illegal in my state, so it doesn't really happen anywhere in an organized way, and we were all under 18. So, we go to this place that appeared to be a chuck e. cheese style establishment, complete with animatronic band members. In the back however, there was poker being played by a wide variety of individuals. Some were HS kids, some where adults. They had several tables. We had played poker for years to figure out who had to buy lunches, and a few had read a few strategy guides. We decided to buy in, and had brought around 100$ each (we had jobs) to make our way in to some over the kiddie games. I ended the night walking away with around 380$. The Xbox had been released a few years prior, and I rather liked halo, so after we wrapped up, I took my winnings in, snatched up an Xbox, ninja gaiden black, halo, and an assortment of other games.

My friend got caught jackin off and got banned from the computers

im spending highschool playing tf2 csgo and getting jacked off

I am in highschool 12th grade, but i remember in 9th grade when , i was really into chess. There was this other boy who was like the best chess player in the school and i was thirdish. I was proud of myself and used to play eveyday (club activities 1 hr). So finally i went to the the tournament, and to our suprise a bunch of blind people came . We got fucking owned. Well , the school chess superstar got 9th in the tournament and i got a participation certificate. Probably i was in 30s. The blind people got like top 15 consecutively barring a few. Holy shit we got destroyed. I especially remember a game where i got owned by a blind girl. Basically i had a telegraphed attack to her queen, and apparently in her special board ( their peices are sharp and have specific edges. They can touch and identify a piece) she noted some other move, so in her board there was no attack on her queen. She lost her queen. She asked for a call back, i denied partially not believing her and i was tired of losing. Well i lost that game anyway, and in a relatively short no of moves. It was an eye opener. I did quit chess later but i still learnt the lesson, if you think youre good, youre doing something wrong. Rather than playing chess with my classmates and winning, which was useless and could not qualify as practise, i should have continuously searched for better players and gained experience. Maybe then i would have improved more.

last week of junior year a chemistry teacher sent dick pics to some girl in his class

first week of senior year a spanish teacher came in high off cocaine singing to students just saying fuck school and get taken away from security

there's also 3500 kids in my hs its fucking annoying i hate hallways

when i was in 7th grade i was invited to my freshman friend's house to hangout w her and her friend and drink and such and we ended up drinking a case of budlight between the 3 of us and they were so unbelievably fucked up when we were all trying to go to sleep they attempted to have lesbian sex about ~2 feet away from me so i gave them their privacy and moved to the living room. its about 4-5am at this point and being a 7th grader 12 beers deep im still pretty sloshed and my friend's mom comes home from a date. shes about as drunk as i am as far as i could tell so we ended up sharing a pack of her disgusting salem menthols and watching 28 weeks later until she went to bed.

oh and another time at this same girls house she thought it would be a really good idea to give a 12 year old 5 shots of absinthe so i was absolutely blackout drunk at her house watching super troopers when her guido bodybuilder stepdad comes home and decides to fuck with me by pretending to think that i was trying to fuck his daughter so he started screaming at me and hitting walls and shit and i remember being so drunk i couldnt even process how scared i was properly so i just completely ignored him which he thought was hilarious so he said that i could fuck his stepdaughter if i wanted to. this girl went on to run away with her boyfriend named Badger (like actually) to utah and getting engaged and then later leaving him for a guy 15 years older than her.

weird times

So I was homeschooled until freshman year, and even then I only went for 3 hours so I could play sports. That was a very big change for me. I'm not one to remember random anecdotes but something that always stuck out to me was the, seemingly, irrational anger so many of the kids had. I had literally never experienced teenage angst before that. Sheltered christian homeschooler, fuck I was naive.