New thread; High School Hijnks!

[John Schmidt]

Didn't want to completely hijack Bill's thread re. his recent issues. So, back in the day.......

Where do I start? How about our HS principal's little Crosley Station Wagon.
http://www.hemmings.com/hmn/stories/2008/12/01/hmn_feature9.html
He lived right across from the HS and his house had a huge front porch. He had screwed over two couples that were friends of us on the football team, he knew it, admitted it but wouldn't do anything to try and make it right. So one night while he & his wife were out of town on business, a few guys on the team decided to take things in their own hands. He always parked his Crosley out front, his garage was in back in the alley where his main car was kept. When he returned, it was his habit to leave by the front door and cross the street to his office, only this time the door wouldn't open. It had a '48 Crosley parked crossways in front of it. Crosleys weren't very heavy. 

[Jess from VA]

We had a neanderthal Biology-Gym teacher/BB coach/Dr's Ed who liked to pick fights with male students.  Was a pretty good teacher and coach, but just had to smack guys around about once a month.  A few had it coming, but most didn't, including me (twice).  I told him if he put his hands on me I was going to Chief Lyons and file an assault charge.  So he screamed and belittled me trying to get me to take a first swing.  I wanted to punch him so bad I could taste it, but I knew he would lay me out, and I'd get suspended.  Dude was 6'6".  Principle knew all about it but never stopped it.  Our principle was around 137yo.

He drove a VW bug to school, and it had so many kick dents in it it looked like it had been rolled down a hill.  A couple were size 8 1/2 wide.  

Had him for Dr.'s Ed. and what he like to do was when you didn't parallel park just to his satisfaction, he'd slug you hard in the bicep. On my second slug, I jammed the car into park while rolling and bounced his head off the windshield.  You did that on purpose.  No sir, my arm hurt so bad, I just had to stop the car and let one of the other guys drive for awhile. Two guys in back giving me thumbs up in the mirror.

Clearly this was before PC-socialism in public schools.

[Bronxboy]

My first car was a Fiat 850 Spyder, I paid $100 for it and did all the work on it in Metal & Auto Shop at school. In this picture I had just got it painted by Earl Shives for $39.99...circa 1975


My buddies would do the same crap to me. I would come out of a store or wherever and my car would be turned sideways in the parking spot...lol.  

Of course I would get back at them as well buy siphoning all the fuel out of there tanks on Sunday night right before they were heading out to work. Yep the good ole days, where U could go out on a Friday night with sawbuck and have a ball !!

[Grumpy]

There was some wild stuff that went on at ours also, History teacher had a Volvo, this one looked like a 40 ford and was a 2 cycle. It always got moved between posts in front of the school. Do not know the weight of it, but 4 guys could carry it.

One stunt I was involved in, we collected old tires from every station we could find in the area, On Halloween we hauled the smallest guy in class up the pole, he used belts to strap himself to the pole, then we used the rope to haul tires up the pole, he would untie them and slip them over his head and down the pole. Stacked that sucker all the way to the top. School had to rent a crane to drop the pole to remove them. Even today, some in the town still remember that one.

But I think the worst stunt was pulled by some guys there.  Our school was a R4 district school, to put this in place the town was 3200 population, and had 1200 kids in High school.  The school bused kids in from a 28 mile radius around it. So we had over 50 buses at the high school.  On one Halloween these clowns took the valve cores out of all the buses and flattened the tires, at least 2 or 3 per bus.  The best part was a Skelly station did all the work on the buses, all he had was a mickey mouse compressor that took 10 to 15 min to air up a tire. No school for over a week. Principal and the marshal had a good idea who was responsible, but lacked the proof to do any thing.

Of course, there was always finding a window not latched and filling a class room with chickens or what ever critter we could find at the time. Now that I look back, I sometimes wonder that we got an education with all the crap we dreamed up.

[John Schmidt]

In our HS, if you had a free class you were stuck in a large room referred to as "study hall." I chose a desk next to a large vent, roughly 3' square. All the duct work was added many years after the school was built, done when they added a/c and a new central heat system. Over a period of a couple weeks, I removed most of the screws holding the vent grille in place. I sneaked a practice shotput ball out of the supply room and since the study hall was on the top floor, everything was downhill from there. Reports were that it sounded like thunder, especially when it would drop from one large duct down to the next. Again, always wear gloves. 

The most fun I had was in our English class. Ms. Blackburn was a middle aged spinster with the meanest and nastiest streak of anyone I knew. Her favorite saying was "THINK PEOPLE, THINK."  One day we walked in and there's a huge sign you couldn't miss with one word on it:  THINK!  The next day I brought a black crayon with me and wrote under it in equally large letters: OR THWIM!  She always stood in the hall about 50' away before class so she never knew who did it. She turned flaming red, veins stood out on her neck, marched over and ripped it off the wall then went around the room asking who did it. Nobody saw a thing. My last day of school as a senior she spent the entire hour telling us seniors what a waste we were as students. With that I unloaded on her, told her she was the most vile and disgusting human being I'd ever had the misfortune of meeting. I then added a few tidbits re. her past life which wasn't widely known. She quietly got up from her chair and walked out of the room, then left the school for good. The entire student body was better off because of it.

[Bronxboy]

My 6th Grade teacher called me "Rude, Crude, and Socially Unacceptable"  I see I am amongst good company...

[OLDFRT]

I can see from the above anecdotes that I am definitely hanging around with the RIGHT crowd. Never had any problem with, or pranked, any of my teachers, but one of my buddies discovered that the Ventilation Ducts were big enough so that most teenagers could get into a Vent and shinny up to the Main Duct overhead, and pretty much travel throughout the whole building, at least on that floor. Couldn't see much, but what you could hear when near the Teacher's Lounge was "revealing" to say the least. This was in Southern Vermont, and most of the guys had pickup trucks or Jeeps, and most of them had a rifle hanging on the rack in the back window. What a difference today.

[Grumpy]

I can relate to that, I think every boy in High school that drove had a couple guns in the car or pickup.
I used to have a 22 and a 20 gauge shotgun. A lot of us would go hunting after school let out. Sure could not do that today.

[John Schmidt]

I can see from the above anecdotes that I am definitely hanging around with the RIGHT crowd. Never had any problem with, or pranked, any of my teachers, but one of my buddies discovered that the Ventilation Ducts were big enough so that most teenagers could get into a Vent and shinny up to the Main Duct overhead, and pretty much travel throughout the whole building, at least on that floor. Couldn't see much, but what you could hear when near the Teacher's Lounge was "revealing" to say the least. This was in Southern Vermont, and most of the guys had pickup trucks or Jeeps, and most of them had a rifle hanging on the rack in the back window. What a difference today.

Some of the guys did the same thing during gym class, they boosted a little guy named John Barton up into the vent in the boys dressing room....with a camera. He made money off the pictures he took through the vent on the other side of the gym which was the girls dressing room. Stuff like that I didn't participate in, figured if anyone got caught there would be real trouble. When I saw what was going on I left the room so as to not be a part of it. Pranks were one thing, but that kind of stuff I wanted no part in.

[darksidemxer]

My senior year we had "field day" were we are supposed to put together games for all the high schoolers to compete in. Each grade against the others kind of thing. My class, which was the largest graduating class with 28, decided we didnt want to be traditional. When we toured the teachers and underclassmen around to show them our games they were alil shocked. We dug up our dirt parking lot into a 20x20 hole 3ft deep and filled it with water for a womens mud wrestling pit. I dont remember the other dumb games we set up just all the girls in bikinis from freshman to senior rolling around lol. The next year they paved the lot. My last year there was probly the last year of the fun. It was 2008 and we still carried our rifles in our trucks and during lunch were allowed to go hunt the orange grovd in the back. We strung up more than 1 deer in that parking lot lol. I hear dixie county in north fl of us 19 is still this way.

[weewillie103]

Senior steps actually ended up on the second floor of the  high school.
One set of steps outside, another inside.
The double swing out glass doors had no center post
and back then, there was no ADA requirement for a center
handrail on the steps.

Having explained all that, I have absolute no memory of how
that old style MG ended up at the top of the steps and in front
of the principals office during lunch hour.

I also have no memory of how anyone figured out how to drop
red rat chasers down two flights of stairs and got them to fly
to the other end of the hallway.......(bottle rocket type firework
that whistled when it flew)

Then someone superglued a nickel on the floor in front of
the librarians desk. It was fun watching the other students
try to pick it up. But alas, the janitor took a screwdriver and
pried it off the floor. Leaving a quarter sized hole in the tile.

[John Schmidt]

Speaking of doors with the push rail, the back door to the main bldg. went out past the boiler room and where the custodians hung out. About every couple of months they had to repair or replace the doors because when the last bell rang, this flood of humanity would come running down that hallway and hit those doors with a huge bang....one hand on each bar with no center post.  One day upon my return from a dr. appt., I came in that doorway just as the custodians were replacing them again. Only this time they were installing a post in the center but the doors looked much the same at a quick glance. I told them I wanted to be there to watch at the end of the day, so just before the last bell, one of them came and got me out of class. The same idiots hit those suicide bars with the same slam-bang power as before with a dozen guys just behind. Was a bloody mess, but that ended the busted doors problem.