Skipping school

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Thanks to Zeke for the inspiration. I didn't skip school often enough to be conspicuous but on occasion....

My senior year was '61/'62. When I think back on those times this one is always the first one I think of.

It was a nice spring day in early May. Three couples of us had planned to take the day off and see what we could get into. For one reason or another the two other boys backed out. Sooo, it was just me and 3 girls, One of which was my girl friend.

We were just driving around trying to think of something cool to do. There was an abandoned lumber yard near by so we decided to go check that out. There was a 6' chain link fence around it and the gate was locked.

2 of the girls and I decided to go over the fence and see what was what. I don't remember what if anything interesting we found. I might mention that the points were up on the fence. Coming out one of the girls snagged a hip pocket of her brand new white Levis on one of the points and left it flapping in the breeze. It also caused her to have a rather awkward "dismount".

After that we decided to go out to the San Jacinto Battlegrounds. There is a nice tree lined parking area along the ship channel. These trees are ancient oak trees and very large. We went to the concession stand for drinks and snacks and parked under the trees to watch the work boats and barges go by while we enjoyed our snacks.

The mood was light. We were all laughing at the boys that chickened out.

Did you ever make a casual remark that resulted in something beyond imagination? This was one time I should have stayed silent.

I started teasing the girl that tore her pants going over the chain link fence. one thing led to another and before I knew what was happening all 3 girls were trying to take my jeans off of me. I was laughing and not really aware that they were trying to take them completely off. By the time I realized that, it was too late...just way too late.

The girl that tore her jeans dashed out the door and threw my jeans up and over the bottom limb of one of the trees. It was way and gone out of reach. I tried moving the car under the tree but I still couldn't reach them.

So now I' running around in my "tidy whites" and the girls were rolling on the ground laughing.

They laughed all the way home. After I had dropped them off it dawned on me that I had to figure out how to get in the house and to my room without being seen

My dad was at work but my mom was home. If I tried to go in the front door I'd never make it. If I slipped in by the back door I might be able to slip through the dinning room, around the door into the hall and into my room.

My mother was in the den Ironing. I made it, but this was not the end of the story. The mystery of the missing jeans lingered for years. When I was 30 something I finally told them what had happened.

Thank goodness for the statute of limitations.
 
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I think I had the most excused absences of anyone in my high school sophomore class: I discovered how to beat the school's attendance system.

I remember that the school's attendance system had me missing 4 days in Chemistry. The truth was that I attended Chemistry 4 times that semester.

I always attended my advanced placement History class (had a spectacular teacher). Likewise, I never missed AP English: another spectacular teacher. But if I didn't like the teacher or subject, I was out of there.

After the sophomore year, I decided that it was too risky to continue employing my system: some of my classmates figured something was up and wanted me to accept money to help them out after they had cut classes.

I'd become notorious.

I quit right then. Never got caught.
 
During my senior year in HS I had study hall the last hour of the day. I might have showed up half of the time. I always seemed to get away with it. The very last day of HS, one of the coaches that often watched over us in study hall called out my name over the school intercom and told me to meet him in the gym. This was just before study hall. When I got there it was, Mr. Grebe, he said laughing, you think you've been getting away with skipping study hall all year. Hahaha. Grab your ankles. 5 licks, they hurt too but I would have traded them for the many days I got out of school early.
 
For the most part I was not a skipper. A good bet some of my teachers would be happy if I showed up less!-:)

When I did skip school it was as Mr Spook said "Very Logical" We used to get some serious snow storms in that era late 50s to mid 60s and they did not close schools like they do today. So what would happen was a lot of teachers and students did not show up.

For the most part it was a very boring day as many times you went from study hall to study hall. So I had my mother call me out and I went and made some good money shoveling snow.

That money went into this 16 YO kid saving up enough money to buy a new Browning .22 take down rifle. I have mentioned that a couple times on here!
 
I absolutely loved my 12 years in public schools. They were happy times as I had a captive audience. I usually only skipped high school for Reds pennant race games.

Besides, every community had eyeballs. If folks saw kids roaming around during school hours phones would start ringing.

Upon returning home I would get the glare of disappointment from mom along with the "wait until your father gets home" prophecy.
 
I am class of 1974! Our school used official Blue, Green or Pink passes. If you got caught with some blank pages you could get suspended. I had 1 to 3 tablets of each in a hollow book in my locker. Since they did after hours locker inspections I assume they knew I had them. But nothing came of that.

I had two classmates with the same name: John Baker. One had a younger brother dying of a respiratory illness, and the other was working a full time night job to feed his younger sisters. They both fell asleep in class and never did homework! I got both of them through by explaining to the powers that be. The one was bound for his families company and the other was already the manager of the Pizza shop. There isn't much you can teach them that will a difference in their future!

Of the 155 in my class, 28 failed my senior year from being "Incomplete", that stemmed mostly from drunkenness. (but not either John Baker) Of the 28 all but 2 sobered up enough to get enough work turned in to get a late diploma.

The last time I saw Darwin B., he was sitting under a tree on the town square. He was in Navy BDU's and home on leave from Canoe U. It was July 4, 1976, we did get to talk. We Think that tiny little hick town is the last place we would ever want to be: Until you can't go home! Then you look at it like Paradise!

Ivan
 
I was a serial skipper. Ironic but I never really got in trouble for it. I think the liberal mid-seventies mind set was if they are getting good grades then leave them alone.

I never had a wild pack of girls attempting to disrobe me and I am not sure how I would have reacted, but we had a lot of fun times between 76 and 79 that's for sure.
 
There was the one day in 10th grade that I was out for being sick. I'm certain my mother called the school so I would have an excused absence but my Homeroom Teacher didn't notice I wasn't there and turn me in as absent to the office to get listed. The office sent an absentee list with the excused absenses to every teacher, and of course every one of my teachers turns me in as being truant. The next day I came to school and I guess the Homeroom Teacher must have received a request to send me to the office. Happily my Homeroom Teacher realized her mistake and told me she went down to the office and got everything straightened out. But I was kind of flummoxed that I was absent and the Homeroom Teacher didn't notice.
 
We were not supposed to leave the school grounds at lunchtime. It was a huge deal if you got "caught". Of course, some friends of mine and I did it quite a bit. Within about 1 minute in a car was a Mcdonalds. BK was about 90 seconds away as was Big Boy. Wendy's was about 2 minutes. I started driving at the end of my 2nd year of high school, and somehow, someway, never got caught. All the guys that went with me got caught when someone else was driving, but with me, and in my bright red Cutlass, we seemed invisible. As far as actually skipping school, just a couple of times, once Junior year, I just dropped off my neighbor, and went to have breakfast at a local diner, then I went to three different movies. Senior year, I went to woodshop (I was a helper at that point) and electronics, and then just left at lunchtime. I never heard a peep out of the school either time. They saved their hassles for really important things, like when we wrote dirty stuff in the Weekly Reader in 6th grade. That was the first of a series of insanely silly things that school worried about me doing. And that was when I realized, the people running schools were insane. And that was in the late '60's, the people running them now are even worse.
 
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No danger of that with my high school in England. The school was in a small village and we were bussed there. No public transport, and you cannot drive a car until you are 17.
 
My last two years of HS were the longest two years of my life! But since I had a job, it required my hair to be cut just below my ears so I didn't look like many of my friends. But I had a car so I drove to a lot of the concerts. I didn't really skip school, I was just late a lot. My Senior year, my parents' new house was finished so from March till graduation I lived with one of my sisters, the cool one, so I could finish school in New Brighton. Those were some hazy days, for sure, but luckily my girlfriend kinda kept me semi-straight & narrow. Graduation June 5, '75, J&L Steel June 12, '75. I thought I died went to heck. I wouldn't have changed a thing, good or bad, if I could go back. Except maybe having a steady girl. But that worked out, too. She finally dumped me.
 

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