Bad Stuff you did in High School (page 5)

Stefanie

grrrrr I am the ass of the joke again

FYI I was 22 and a half!

Maya

I've got your number,,,,,confusedJW......

And I will give it back in spades.......

at least one of us was gettin' it.........

obviously not you.........

Somethings even I will not tell all the things I did in high school, I guess I'm still denying it all!!! I am sure if my father knew today some of the things I did, he would still hunt me down and beat my butt.

Valis

I guess the worst was beating the crap out of a guy w/my skateboard...and and probably getting hammered during school sanctioned trips to DECA competitions..business/advertising stuff. I did well except for my final trip to Austin for finals. I got wasted and totally hosed myself the next day during all of it..eheheh needless to say I was not a shining representative from the Business & Management School Magnet...*LOL*...And then there were the water ballons from atop the 4th floor stairwell...Ink is a lovely thing..

Sincerely,

District Overbeer

Obviously Secret

I don't think this was all that bad but it just popped in my head.

This kid loved talking about me all the time since I walk and talk like a "white boy" at times. So I took a big bottle of red soda, the kind that dont come out of all white clothing, and poured it on his brand new Sean John all white unit. Funny thing is he didn't do anything. Since I'm feeling rebellious now I might try to buck up to him or something and see what he does.

xjw_b12

One could get the impression from reading threads like this, that JW kids were actually the baddest dudes and dudettes in high school.

TresHappy

In the 9th grade, our homemaking teacher was a self-righteous crazy Baptist who said she never drank alcohol. So some of the other girls dared me to spike my Sprite that I brought to school. Sure enough, I put tequila in the bottle along with the Sprite and we had a really great punch that afternoon!

Elmer J. Fudd

The most fun I had in High School, being devious, was in the auditorium. The setting was like a movie theater with sloped seating leading down to the stage on a concrete floor with metal chairs attached. I was assigned to "study hall" there.

I would take a few marbles into the room on the back row and balance a marble on the leg of the seat in front of me, then open my study book. I would then take my foot and ease the marble loose. You could here the marble gain speed as it approched the stage. When it started to ricochet off the metal seats, it sounded like a pin ball machine. I would wait a few minutes and let another one go.

Everyone was laughing so I never got caught, however the teachers were totally upset.

Mission accomplished!

Elmer

poppers

I was more of an invisible participant in this episode but I am proud to say that the incident has become legend. I apologize for its length - it was originally written and posted at my high school alumni site:

Nancy,
Great to see your contributions to the Message Board. Yes indeed, I do remember Mrs. Heberlin. You are correct - it was Marty and I who put together the infamous "Mau Mau" tape. The genesis of the story is as follows: first period Social Problems our Senior year (1969) and somehow the topic of pen pals came up. Suddenly Marty raises his hand and in his best Tommy Smothers imitation he starts to talk about "George", his Mau Mau pen pal.

Now, Mrs. Heberlin hated Marty but she was so happy to see him participating in class that she started asking him questions. By this time of year we had discovered just how gullible she was (early in the year Marty had her convinced that Telly Savalas had invented the telephone!). Marty sensed another opportunity to snooker her so he started spinning this incredible tale about "George", all the while making it more and more outrageous.

"How do you communicate with each other, Marty?" Thinking quickly on his feet Marty answers, "By cassette tape." Her curiosity piqued she enquired about how George learned English, to which Marty answered, "He learned English at the local Peace Corps center." All the while she kept saying how "fascinating" it all was.

At lunch I came up with the idea of making one of George's "letters" and bringing it to school to share in class with Mrs. Heberlin. Marty wasn't too sure she would fall for it, but I figured she had swallowed so much bait by then that a little more might make her completely comatose, a rather interesting prospect to me. So that night I brought my bongo drums and a tape recorder to the Holiday Station where we both worked and we proceeded to engineer the tape.

We discovered that the clear plastic wrap that shirts were sold in made a perfect sounding "rainstorm" when crinkled up right next to the microphone. We used the bongo drums to tap loud and alternately soft sounds while continuing the rainstorm sound effects, all this liberally sprinkled with crackling explosions of "thunder", courtesy of Marty mouthing the sound close to the microphone. This "letter" continued for 20 minutes.

Along with the tape we tore out pictures from National Geographic Magazine which we felt matched Marty's story. Now I don't remember if we actually did this (and if any of my classmates remember please let me know) but there was talk of taking dice and breaking them up and then passing the pieces off as elephant tusk. If Mrs. Heberlin were to ask about the black dots the answer Marty would provide is that they were cavities.

We brought the tape to school (the next day?) and played it in class and passed around the pictures (and tusk?). Of course the whole class knew what was going on and it was a terrific exercise in self control for us students not to completely lose control of ourselves. But Mrs. Heberlin was absolutely enthralled.

When she asked about the meaning of the drumming Marty's imagination came shining through once again. "A big storm is coming and George's tribe is signaling to the tribe nearby that it is coming their way, and they are answering back." Mrs. Heberlin, "What does George's tribe do during storms, Marty?" to which he replies, "When it's a really big storm like this one, they all go down to the local Peace Corps center and wait it out. Then after the storm they take their grass huts down and hang them up on the clothes lines at the Peace Corps center and let them dry out."

This was all just too interesting for our class alone so Mrs. H. asked Marty if he would be willing to bring it in for the afternoon class to hear as well. Of course Marty was only too happy to accomodate her request, so he got to pull another coat of wool over her eyes in the same day. Naturally, word got out to the other class and we all looked forward to another Oscar winning performance from Marty, and of course he rose to the occasion.

Hey, thanks for the reminder, Nancy. It was fun getting the story in print. And please people, don't think too badly of us. I'm a teacher myself and I've had my share of stunts pulled on me. What goes around comes around.

Clinton

Hells Bells I did a lot of bad stuff in high school. My freshman year my JW friends and I were all ?devious? one time this jock and his friends were giving us a hard time so we got a large syringe full of bleach and sprayed it on the back of his denim jacket as he was leaving school. It turned out that this kids family were personal friends with the principal so of course we all got called to the office. Like good little jw's we all denied it and got off scott free and the idiot wore the damn jacket for the rest of the year with the stupid white spray mark on his back. Then there was the time I took the large power capacitors out of an old TV. I would charged them up with 300 volts and then discharged them on some unsuspecting students arm in the in the hallway. Almost got kicked out of electronics for that one. Oh and I made a hydrogen bomb in chemistry that got me in a lot of trouble too.

Outside of school us jw kids started a church on fire, peeped in the neighbor girls windows, knifed the tires of a jerky elder who regularly would tell us that someday he was going to df us all.

Sophomore year the destructive behavior deminished as there were girls with bumps on their chesteses.

Bad Stuff you did in High School