Do you know where your kids are?

[Ivan the Butcher]

Nice reports on kids and grandkids. But the question is, "What kind of good natured hijinks did you get into in High School?"

Don't tell me that smirk on your face doesn't mean anything!

Ivan

 

[Rustyt1953]

Nice reports on kids and grandkids. But the question is, "What kind of good natured hijinks did you get into in High School?"

I had a reserved seat in detention hall.

 

[Golddollar]

No kids or grandchildren, 2 nephews. Lots of cousins that I'm watching grow up.

 

[arjay]

I’m not admitting to anything lol

 

[JcMack]

Since I was a city kid, it was "when the street lights come on" until about age 11.

 

[ladder13]

…….


What kind of good clean hijinks did you get into?

Ivan

 

[Greyman50]

Never sent to detention. However will refrain to “ discuss” what my buddies and I did in high school. Just got home from long time friends in St Augustine helping him repair a WWII Jeep tub. We get to talking about all the crazy “ things” we did back in Va. We both concede we would be “ under the jail” if we did such today.

 

[Ivan the Butcher]

I would buy my winter heating firewood from a classmate of mine. When he was making a delivery to my house, he had a 15-year-old son with him. I started to talk about off-roading and a homemade dune buggy he had. SHHHHH!, then when his son was out of earshot, "Don't ever let my kids know what we did in High School!" "Deal," was my response. (But I wasn't the one that stole the VW Beetle, the 12 volt dozer battery, or all that gas for said off-roading.)

Ivan

 

[swsig]

Nice reports on kids and grandkids. But the question is, "What kind of good natured hijinks did you get into in High School?"

Don't tell me that smirk on your face doesn't mean anything!

Ivan

Jim was one of my best friends in high school. He and I used to enjoy zinging each other at the start of our history class. I always had to get in the last zing, but he knew when to quit. As a result, I was the one who got caught doing one zing too many and was regularly sent to the back of the class. Ultimately, Jim became the president of Mattel, retired to a palatial estate in Palm Springs, and I didn't. I often wonder if my poor zing management contributed to that.

My craziest high school experience was at the end of my junior year, when my friend Garry and I somehow got roped into to help carrying chairs from the graduation ceremony at the football field back to the cafeteria. We used Garry's pickup truck to haul the chairs. After carrying the last load, we were sitting in the pickup and noticed that there was no else around. We were parked next to the cafeteria in the small landscaped quadrangle in the center of the campus. Garry said, "I'm going to lay a patch!". There was only about 50 feet of concrete ahead of us, and if he lost control, we were in BIG trouble. The school library in front of us was not designed for drive-through service. Before I could start to talk him out of it, the engine was roaring, the tires were screeching, and there was rubber smoke everywhere. Garry managed to keep control, and we didn't hit anything. I figured the commotion would bring all kinds authorities out of the woodwork, but amazingly, we were still alone. We carefully backed out of the quadrangle and noted with satisfaction a pair of 15 feet-long black streaks on the walkway. They were still there when we graduated a year later, our lasting contribution to our dear old alma mater.

 

[Ματθιας]

When I was in high school, I remember someone jumper wired the horn to the brake light on one of the teacher's cars. It was hilarious!!!

There's someone else who had a GEO Metro the football team would, literally, lift and place in normally inaccessible places on campus. ANYBODY who had a small car would be at risk.