High School Stories

[J.K. Gregg]

[Mo~]

[PoS]

[Mo~]

[Dennis]

[exploited]

[Professor]

Went to a private, Catholic high school. I was part of the "popular" crowd. Point guard of the basketball team (we had no football, so b-ball was it), on student council, etc. We made it a point to be sure that the school administration liked us and thought we were little angels.

For instance, we once volunteered to build a deck out on the back of the school. School bought the lumber and supplies, and we built it. The first thing that we built was this little circular structure in the middle to be the backs of a circular bench island thingy. It was about 4' high and hollow in the middle. Just big enough for a 55-gallon drum. Into the drum went a keg, with ice on top. We would take PE time and go build the deck, and even get out of some other classes to build it, because we were "doing the school a service". Little did they know that we were getting drunker than hell during school.

We also had keg parties every Friday night at a friend's house, starting in sophomore year.

[Aaron]

[Aaron]

[uebermann]

Did all kinds of bad stuff in jr high and high school.

Nothing like destructive really. Just boys being boys. Or bastards.

Played with fire. A LOT. Salt and slugs. We'd find snails and put them on tin foil then use a lighter to cook them - although no eating was ever done. We'd "test" out products to see how flammable they are. Shot birds with a BB gun but the BB gun we used was so weak that the birds would just fly away.

Also used the BB gun to shoot a stray dog in the balls. Wouldn't have done it if he didn't chase us while we were on our bikes, scaring us to death. We hid in the bushes the next day and waited for him and pinged him a few times before he ran off. It was really hard not to burst out laughing because I guess he thought he was being stung by bees or something cuz he'd jump around and look for something to be there.

One christmas we went to a girls house and totaled her decorations at like 3am. It was a coordinated event between 4 houses. We all stayed at friend's houses in the neighborhood (it was where all the "rich kids" lived heh) but we didn't want to all stay at the same house for fears that parents would be suspicious. So we woke up and started. I had to cover for my friend and wake his sister up and keep her occupied while he stole her maxi pads. We went from house to house and gathered everyone and snuck around best we could through bushes and whatnot to get to her house. We put one maxi pad on their Rudolph and one on each of their windows. Supposedly, they are really hard to get off of windows, or so we were told - so we wanted to see. We broke christmas lights, spread little torn up pieces of styrofoam peanuts and smashed them into the grass/yard. Just before we left, we egged the car and house and then bolted, each group of us heading back to our house. We were pretty well coordinated. Even had lookouts watching for anyone driving around late so we could dodge into bushes or behind cars if someone came by (which didn't happen). Come to think of it, that was 5th grade.

One of my friends and I would sneak out of my house late at night to go to a taqueria and eat greasy $1 tacos.

The same friend and I would sneak out of his house late at night. It was a more dangerous exit than my house because his room was on the second floor so we had to dangle, then climb up onto the roof and climb down on the other side of his house, going directly over his parents' room. One time we went to a construction site where they were building a new Walmart and we were playing on/with the construction equipment (never turned any of it on). Anyways, cops show up and shine lights trying to find us and we had to crawl through mud and tall grass to avoid being seen. Somewhere, we managed to get into some chiggers and I had to tell my mom we got them in a field playing football.

Another weekend his sister was being a real brat to us so we waited until night and put her hands in warm water to see if we could get her to pee the bed. Then we covered half of her pillow with shaving cream and when she rolled over, she immediately woke up and started beating us with the pillow and shaving cream was flying everywhere. The next day she threatened to tell my mom what happened so we pulled out a BB gun and my buddy cornered her in the bathroom, where she had locked herself up so she couldn't get out to tell my mom.

Lets see, what else...

We took a kid's lunch from the band room one day (lunches weren't supposed to be in there, so we thought we'd teach him a lesson) and hid it up at the very top shelf of instruments. Which we forgot about until a few days later when it started stinking really bad. The sandwich was totally green with mold. Did I mention the kid was deaf? His name was Jeff and we all ended up calling him Deaf Jeff. God, we were shits.

We also dumped his grapes down one of the tubas and they were in there for a couple weeks. One day one of the tuba players turned his the upside down and all the shriveled, disgusting grapes came out. We couldn't help but laugh. The band director couldn't understand what was so funny. Then we took the grapes and when she wasn't paying attention, we threw them just past her to hit the wall and see them "splat". She never caught us. Not sure how she didn't but she didn't.

We had a little room there for "private lessons" and often go in there alone to practice music. Well, the orchestra had started keeping their spare tuxedos for concerts in there and so we would take the shoes and whatnot and throw them up through a missing tile in the ceiling (about 8 feet). Then about a month later, it rained really hard and there was a leak and like half the shoes came down through the leaky ceiling tiles and the orchestra director was pissed but didn't know who to blame. Apparently he had ordered new shoes thinking they were stolen.

On church youth group road trips, we'd make signs that said "Show us your tits!" and showed them to cars passing by. *This is while we were in church vans with our church's name on the side.

Have a bunch more. This was from 5th grade to 10th, btw. I have a lot more, just tired of typing.