[Skunkabilly]

For those of us who are products of the system, what was the best and worst Legal & Political memories of high school:

Best:
Getting an A on my final paper in Government class (I was a B student) when I wrote about how socialism was so great because it worked so well for Nazi Germany :D We did the pledge of allegiance one day in that class and while the liberals left the room in protest or remained seated, one of the few who stood up right away was a (Republican) Muslim girl. Even though she said it was against her religion to recite it, she still stood out of respect for the country.

Worst:
Having grammar replaced by reading minority empowerment books in "English" class :barf:

[Mute]

I can't believe the schools have changed this much since I was there. I'm not THAT old yet.

Anyway, best:

Everyone humming Hail to the Chief when the teacher for our Govt. class walked in late one time.

Worse:

None I can think of. We all stood and recited the pledge of allegiance.

[Joe Demko]

Best: Gerry Ford leaving office.
Worst:Jimmy Carter taking office.

Those were bad years. We were just coming off of Vietnam and then the Nixon scandals. Ford was a complete dufus. The economy was in a shambles. It was bad. Then Carter took office...and things got worse.

[DCR]

Things aren't that bad in Idaho -

Best: conservative, highly-credentialed instructors in math, physics, chemistry, government, economics, literature, history, who demanded our best performance and taught me to learn well enough to earn several scholarships. I'd see them on weekends at the gun shows, too.

Worst: Challenger explosion 1986

[Dorrin79]

Best: None

Worst: Incompetent, lazy Teachers. Incompetent, ignorant, lazy fellow students. Roving gangs, rampant teen pregnancy and drug use. Worst part - wanna-be-nazi administration and school board.

Graduating from high school was one of the best days of my life - not because I felt as though I had accomplished anything, but just to get out of that hell-hole.

[Skunkabilly]

I forgot about the metal detectors :barf:

[Correia]

Best: Metal shop. Ag Science. FFA.

Worst: The whole damn thing. Learned more in my free time reading books. Complete waste of time.

Well, at least I learned to weld. :)

[Brian Dale]

Best: Excellent math and science teachers in Boise and in a suburb of Minneapolis. A real Civics class. Well-stocked school libraries.

Best, after a "worst" event: in Boise, one of the basketball coach's sons was killed by a ricochet (from an old engine block, IIRC) when the boys went out shooting .22s in the desert. One of the brothers was my classmate. Shooting at a huge chunk of steel was shown to be stupid behavior with tragic consequences. The only good thing was that the reaction of the community was not "children shouldn't have guns," but rather, "never, never, never shoot at big, solid steel objects like that."

Worst: all of the socialist English teachers I had.

[HankB]

Best: Learning that there were actually conservative teachers in classes like math, drafting, and physics. Discussions of politics, hunting, firearms and ballistics were often engaged in during "off time." (This was Chicago in the early '70's!) Of course, the socialists tended to hang out in the "fuzzy subjects" like sociology and English . . .

Worst: The beginnings of the PC movement, whereby minority teachers who'd simply had their name on a list of available substitutes for three years were automatically certified and hired as full teachers. My freshman English teacher introduced herself by saying "Ah teaches English and ah's gunna learn alla youse ta read an write bedder dis year."

[El Tejon]

Best: That girl in my Physics III class, that girl in my trig class, the two girls in my study hall, the girl that worked at the library, the girl who I used to pass every day on my way to Accounting, seeing girls at lunch break, and just girls in general.:D

[Skunkabilly]

Tejon: Trolling for the young and nubile? Did you ever pay attn in class?

All my science teachers were pretty Conservative. My physics teacher looked and talked like our President.

As for teachers, all were pretty good, even if I disagreed with most of the administrative policies, the teachers by and large were very dedicated to us.

[keederdag]

Best= Leaving that Hole.....
Worst= Spending all that time with a bunch of people who had no interest in learning anything beyond how to get into so+so's pant's and where to score the next buzz/high. Also spending any time with the two types of teachers: Type A: Political agenda drivin, left wing nutballs, who never had a real job in their life, and want to win the heart's and minds of the student pop. Type B: the ones who were sickened by their job, and were just doing their time so they could collect their pension/bene's. Basically it was like prison, people were sexually/physically assaulted every day, the strong got stronger and more predatory, the weak tried to hide. The Admin postured and did ZERO.:cuss: :fire: :barf:

[Partisan Ranger]

I was taught from 6th through 12th grade that the New Deal was, universally and without question, a good thing through and through. I didn't start to realize until after college that I'd been hoodwinked. I'm glad I figured it out, but the sad thing is, many of my classmates surely never have. :uhoh:

[jsalcedo]

Best: Super pro gun woodshop teacher who helped me build pistol cases, refinish milsurp rifle stocks and let me shoot his garand. Overall cool guy.

Worst: Being accused of advocating murder for wearing my NRA shirt to English class. She also called me a liar when I told her I was a vegetarian.

[keederdag]

You shoulda slaped her with your Zucini.:D :D :D :evil:

[KMKeller]

Best: Winning the State 2A track title for the first time in the history of our high school and setting 5 state records in the process a month before graduation.

Worst: Not being able to share it with my dad as he committed suicide a month earlier.

[Ian]

Best: Spending my senior year of history on "causes, practices, and effects of war" and "the rise and rule of single-party states." Having free reign to do what I liked in the computer lab. Watching some of the other students prove themselves apes (to explain: being in the class of 2001, a couple friends and I built an 8-foot-tall black monolith, staked it into our school courtyard with 4-foot steel angle irons, filled it with ~2000 pounds of rock, and then sealed the thing up. Upon finding it, the security guards and the dumb students alike wandered around it, poked it and then tried to push it over. It was hilarious - they looked just like confused simians from 2001: A Space Odyssey...unfortunately, though, our monolith didn't give them any great flashes of insight.). Theory of Knowledge class.

Worst: Poetry explication (whether it was bad because of the peotry or the teacher, I'm not sure). An obnoxiously new-agey art teacher (I liked art classes until she made me do abstract, "modern" gunk instead of the realistic pieces I enjoyed). Asinine security measures (no coats inside the building...only two doors open to the outside...). Being forced to attend. English lit. Spanish class (I'm not so hot at picking up foreign languages).

[Leatherneck]

BEST: watching Mr. Robinson slam a miscreant twice his size up against the wall and promise to do that every time he created a disturbance again.

WORST: four years of Latin class taught by a liberal graduate of CCNY who thought Julius Casar walked on water and the classroom was for him to preach pure liberalism.

TC
TFL Survivor

[Skunkabilly]

Oh, this Japanese girl was some hardcore Judo disciple...anyway since she's short and Japanese, some kid, who didn't know she was into martial arts thought he'd be cute and go up to her, start mimicking Bruce Ree "aiieeaaa hooaaa ahhsooo chopsockeeeeeeyyy" ... while doing this she literally picked him up by the collar and slammed him into the lockers. :D

[Bigjake]

4-H buddies got together and took 5 pigs and a can of paint :evil: ..... heres where the fun begins. painted a 1, 2,3,5,6 on them & turned em loose in the building. :evil: hilarity ensued, and then they blamed it on FFA!

[Soap]

Best: Anytime after 3:05PM M-F, weekends, and summer

Worst: Anytime else.

[TheLastBoyScout]

so far... (I'm beginning junior year)

Best: The rare times I keep my mouth shut when someone says something utterly ????ing stupid (such as "Those AR15.com people like the beltway snipers, they're proving that the guns work.")....

Worst: The times I open my mouth...

[Navy joe]

Best: We learned real history in high school, particularly how the Bill of Rights was written to protect pre-existing rights from an over zealous .gov. I wish I still had it I did an 11th grade paper against gun control, got an A, used so imagery so vile it had some girls turning colors.

Worst: Got caught in middle school disassembling bus for entertainment with Swiss Champ. Never did get that knife back, woulda replaced the screws honest. Talking to, bus suspension for 3 days.

Got busted for having army FM on improvised munitions in locker, was just discussing wholesome afternoon activities with a buddy. Talking to.

Worst grand prize winner, met my future ex-wife there, dated her for two years there. Nice girl, good times at the time...

Bottom line, I went to a small country school that closed on opening day. The biggest organization was the FFA(future farmers of America) and the second biggest FCA(fellowship of Christian athletes). Football was king(Varsity Blue writ large) and cute liberal girlie student teachers were generally in cultural shell shock. Some students had drinking problems, some serial promiscuity problems, and a very few were dopers. Only a couple of goons wore lots of black and safety pins and none of us took ritalin, paxil, prozac.....
A great place to grow up. This was only 10 years ago I graduated. A definite cultural shift took place, I can see it very clearly based on views of my peers compared to younger kids coming into the military. I dunno what it was, but it was bad. Any of you old folks know what bad parenting ideas were rampant in the early eighties, or is it all just the boomers kids?

[JohnBT]

I graduated in 1968. Here's a short list of some of the larger stories that year.


North Korea seizes "Pueblo" And Crew

Martin Luther King Assassinated In Memphis

Robert Kennedy's assassin Sirhan Sirhan Arrested

James Earl Ray Arrested in Murder OF Martin Luther
King

Nixon Elected by Margin Of 500,000

Jackie Kennedy Weds Aristotle Onassis

50,000 March In Capital For Poor People

Soviet Tanks Invade Defiant Prague

Huey Newton Found Guilty In Shooting

Viet Cong begin Tet offensive in Saigon

1968 Civil Rights Act is passed

Actress Jane Mansfield dies

[BowStreetRunner]

Best:
Met my fiance there :D
(just got engaged)
:D :D :D
uuummm......my unbiased American History teacher junior year
my communist government teacher frosh year, made me stand up for conservatism (she didnt teach communist govt class she was just a communist)
My football position coach
reading Animal Farm and For Whom the Bell Tolls

Worst:
Snobs
My head football coach
Not having books
Beaurocracy

[Standing Wolf]

I had three worthwhile classes in my entire three years of high school. The lion's share of it was an insult to my intelligence. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have dropped out and started college at fifteen.

[Neal Bloom]

The three high schools I went to were a joke. The best was when I dropped out and went to junior college.

[RocketMan]

The best in high school was NJROTC, and all the cool things we did.
A rifle range two blocks behind the school, so we got to shoot M14s and other cool stuff during school hours. USMC helicopters landing at the grade school next door, taking us for rides. Member of the NJROTC military drill team, and got to travel to competitions all over the place.
I doubt they get to do any of that now.

The worst was not in high school, but junior high, when we had to listen one afternoon to the local Hari Krishna folks give their schpiel in an assembly. That was 1970 or '71 IIRC.

[Sean Smith]

Best: I actually got a good education, except that the math instructors kind of sucked... even in advanced math classes. Go figure. But my teacher for Chemistry, Astronomy and Forensic Science was The Man. Lafontaine was his name, I think.

Worst: Having to deal with 99% of the school population. Bunch of cliqueish, subliterate a-holes. As a skinny kid with zits, braces and good grades, my life was a living hell, and I was invisible to the opposite sex.

Then I went to West Point, and all of that changed... except for the grades. :D

[Schuey2002]

Best thing #1: Fish and Wildlife 101. There is nothing like getting an A in a class for doing things like fly fishing, crabbing, salmon fishing off the coast, field trips on Weyerhaeuser property [Tioga Unit] studying herds of elk (and their habitat) and taking day long cruises on the two local Coast Guard cutters. :D

Best things #2: Girls, girls and more girls. Plus.. Auto Shop. :p

Worst thing: I can't think of anything. Well, speech class kinda sucked.


All in all, High School in a small town wasn't that bad. ;)

[MeekandMild]

Worst was having a ninth grade history and civics teacher (yes, they used to teach civics in public screwls) who was hired under affirmative action quotas to give the rednecks some diversity. She was a total moron.

Best was reading in the newspaper 19 years later she was fired just before she was able to draw her pension when it was found she was running a grade buying operation. (None of the weiner dogs at the board of education ever questioned her competence but the fact they fired her was good enough.)

[Skunkabilly]

Worst: Having to deal with 99% of the school population. Bunch of cliqueish, subliterate a-holes. As a skinny kid with zits, braces and good grades, my life was a living hell, and I was invisible to the opposite sex.

Sean Smith, story of my life, minus the good grades :D

[Devonai]

Best: When the Principal found out that I had a .177 spring pistol in my backpack due to my telling one other student that I had it (duhhh). This was the best L&P moment as the Principal told me "if you're going to bring a BB gun to school, don't let anyone else know about it please."

Of course, this was rural Maine in 1991. If I'd tried that these days I'd be on the evening news.

Worst:

I refused to salute the flag my freshman year (1990) because I thought it was appropriate civil disobedience. I'd like to go back in time and administer a beatdown to my younger self. I got beat up a couple of times for that and darn if I didn't deserve it!!!

[sm]

Good: What a honey for a Biology teacher, and she drove a new vette too. Then again that Geometry teacher and her Chevelle SS 396 ( yellow and black...Hurst shifter).Having one of these honey of a teachers give a ride to work after school insteading of hitchiking. Then Wendy, Pattie, Wendy, Melissa, ...
Shooting in the gym , archery in the gym, Melissa in the gym...Campus Inn, (the on campus hangout), live bands and BBQ catered in for lunch ( nobody used the cafe). The bra burnings, drag races and free concerts, jam sessions.

Bad: no dad, sibs sick, my draft # is always picked, the riots, the working too hard to provide, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin died, some other bands broke up, the big fight on campus because of the McGovern/Nixon race...that drunk that ran me off the road whom the left scene, totaled car and having to call mom ...only way for mom to get to work...attending funerals for a few upperclass students I'd known returning from 'Nam in body bags...

Trying times, Nixon starting bringing the boys home, so I didn't have to leave...

[CaesarI]

Good: To quote John Tavolta in "Michael" "BATTLE!!" i.e. to fight the good fight.
Bad: Losing battles.

Also good: good looking chicks who think like I do.
Also bad: good looking chicks who think like I do, but don't like me for reasons unknown.

-Morgan

[JohnBT]

I got to thinking about high school. It's been a long time.

Well, my physics teacher was a character who'd worked with Von Braun for a year and knew some people. He got me one-day personal tour of NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. Pretty slick stuff. (insert pic of me walking around with my eyes going BOING BOING.)

I bought a cheap camera (a Kowa) and signed on as a yearbook photographer. I got free tickets to everything and had a legit reason to follow the cheerleaders around. :)

Two friends and I did lights, sound and sets for the fall dramatic production and spring musical. Lots of girls around and we were allowed to drive all over town during school hours to get supplies. We also had a master key to the school.

Maybe the most fun was the day after the prom. Another buddy and I chartered a bus and sold tickets to couples for a day trip from Rockville, MD to Ocean City. We were a sorry looking bunch at 6:30 a.m. when we left and worse when we got back.

John

[Hkmp5sd]

BEST: Having enough credits to graduate in the 11th grade. Spent senior year in the US Navy.

WORST: Having to drag my mother to the gun stores to sign for my firearm purchases.

[444]

It doesn't seem like I went to high school that long ago, but I guess it has been 23 years ago.
In my high school before every assembly every single person recited the Pledge of Alligence and the Lord's Prayer. Every one took it seriously and no one screwed around when it was being done. No one objected to it in any way. I was asked to read the Gettysburg Address on Veterns Day at the cemetary. Most everyone in town showed up for the ceremony and every vet that died in the past year had his name read off and his wife or mother was presented with flowers. This was all followed by a 21 gun salute in the town square and taps was played by someone from the high school band. Even as a kid I remember getting choked up when the guy from the VFW turned and said, Sergent of the guard, prepare to salute the dead. This happened every year and I bet it still does.
The principal wouldn't hesitate to paddle someone if they misbehaved, including seniors who were over the age of 18. And this was supported 100% by the parents as far as I know, I never heard anything to the contrary.
People brought in guns to work on in shop class.
Only a couple students owned their own car and NO parents bought their kids a car. The ones that owned a car worked after school and weekends to pay for it. 90% of the kids either rode the bus or walked to school. I took a car to school once, the last day as a senior.
All classes were taught in English and we only had a couple people drop out of high school while I was doing my four years (maybe two or three). We had a few kids whose families (along with them) had fled across the iron curtin. They were expected to read and write English and did. They were some of the most patriotic people in town. They knew what America was all about and were all too familiar with the alternative. They NEVER referred to themselves as ________ - Americans. They would be the first to tell you with their chests puffed out that they were AMERICANS.
Violance was mostly unheard of. If someone got into a fist fight, it was big news and only happened a hand full of times during my four years.
I only knew a couple kids whose mothers worked. I only knew a couple kids whose parents were divorced.
I knew all but a couple kids from the time I started kindergarten to the time I graduated from high school. These were the same kids that I played little league etc. with. I knew every kid in my high school by name. I knew where they lived. I knew where their dad's worked.
No boys showed up on November 15 (the first day of small game hunting season) and few boys showed up during the week of deer season.
If you didn't show up to school, the school called your house and talked to your parents as to why you wern't there. Very few people called off sick.
One girl in my high school got pregnant.
We drank beer and even smoked pot a few times. But, we laughed and acted stupid; we didn't do anything violent or criminal and I don't recall anyone ever getting in a wreck.
As seniors, we spent an entire semester learning the Constitution of the U.S. If you wanted to, you could choose to compete in the Constitution Bowl which was conducted like the TV game show Jeopardy. The winning team got an A for the semester.
We only had a hand full of black kids in town. No one thought anything of it that I knew of. Throughout grade school, one of my best friends was black. He moved away to the next town. After graduating I met a kid from his high school and asked about him. He said, you mean that black guy ? It struck me that I had never really considered the fact that he was black. That sounds crazy, but it never entered my mind before then.

But, this obviously was in a small town where we wern't enlightened or progressive. We were just a bunch of hilllbillies that didn't know about the problems of the world. We all got along and tried to do the right thing. We respected our elders. I bet we didn't have more than a few people who ever went on welfare after graduation. I have never heard of anyone getting in trouble and going to prison after high school. I guess we just didn't get it.

Not long ago I looked up the local paper where I grew up on the internet. I saw an article where a car load of kids that go to my old high school got pulled over by the police and were found to have heroin in the car.
But of course, we have all the answers today.

[TexasVet]

Best?
Having friends who were Sochs AND Greasers (writer Hinton was in a '64 Tulsa class, too)...
The gator (small, from the zoo) in the pool just before girls swim class...
The (borrowed) B Gas Dragster run thru the parking lot at lunch time..
The junior and senior years history teacher who really understood American history...
Senior chemistry class (MUCH more possiblities for fun than any computer class!! No, drugs not involved, not back then.)
And Elaine.

Worst?
Losing a friend to a high speed suicide by gun on the new turnpike.
Losing Elaine.

[Peter Gun]

MD not VT

Best: Many good, open minded teachers, pretty girls that thought I was God, no emphasis on team sports, involved parents, I was the first in my year to have a car, easy access to Nation's Capital.

worst: One teacher who insisted on finding christian references in every single book, lots of racial tension, at least five of my fellow classmates dying of violent causes in one year, beginning of PC crap, AIDS was discovered, DC changed the drinking age to 21 6 mos too early for me to be grandfathered for the 18 drinking age, easy access to Nation's Hellhole.

[BenW]

WORST: Having a Blissninny adminstrative employee walk up to me in the library and tell me to hand her my Buck 110 ( many of us carried them in school back in the day), then telling me she was going to see that I was expelled for carrying a weapon at school.

BEST: Having her boss walk up to us while this was occurring and asking her to let him see the knife. He opened it, ran his finger across the blade, then closed it and handed it back to me saying, "I'm glad to see you take good care of your knife." He then told his employee that as long as I wasn't doing anything harmful with my knife, she should leave me alone.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't aware that her boss was one of the teachers that used to race the hunting students (including me) out the door at 3PM during dove season to get to the local riverbottom for the evening hunt. :)

Of course if the above occurred in a high school today, I WOULD be expelled, and probably sitting in Juvenile Hall as well. :(

[Aikibiker]

Best: Making friends with the ladies that ran the library with an iron fist. They let me use the library's "Staff Only" restroom instead of having to dodge the stoners and smokers in the public ones.

Worst: Not listening to my doctor when she advised me to drop out and go straight to college. Worst choice I ever made, I could have avoided a lot of bad things by listening to that advice.

BenW.,

I had a similar incident with my spyderco delica. I used to keep it and my other knives in my hat at night and empty them out before going to school. Well, one morning I accidentally left the delica in there. I had only had 3 hours sleep, so I didn't notice as I headed out for the bus, my hat pressed tightly to my mop of hair. I took my hat off as I entered my class room and the knife came flying out to land right at the feet of the principal who was visiting that morning.

She sort of turned green and looked like she was trying to find her voice. So I scooped it up real quick pressed it into her hand and said: Oops forgot about that one this morning, can you hold it for me until I get out this afternoon?

Darned if it didn't work too, after school let out for the day I picked up my knife from her secretary in an envelope with my name on it.

This was during the 90's.

The same principal made me come to her office to accept my diploma from her hand when she found out I was planning on skipping the graduation ceremony. I guess she wanted to make sure I wouldn't be back.

Just remembered. It was sometime during my junior or sophomore year that we stopped saying the pledge of allegiance every morning. I remember being really shocked when we didn't all stand up to do it that day, and it all ways bothered me until I graduated. I can't believe I forgot that.

[Chris Rhines]

Where to start...

Bests - Walking to National Capital after school to shoot skeet. Four years of Architecture class, during which I actually learned manual drafting. Junior year English lit., got introduced to Eugene O'Neill. A library with eight newspaper subscriptions and quite a selection of Heinlein. Debate team.

Worsts - Pretty much everything else. Teachers who give brainless ticket-punchers a bad name, co-students who couldn't rub two independent thoughts together. Should life gift me with offspring, there is no way in hell I would put them through government school.

- Chris

[Big_R]

Where to start: The high school I went to was pretty small. There were less than 60 students in my class. Times have changed since I got out in the late 80's.

Good: Industrial arts teacher who wouldn't let us use power tools until we'd mastered the manual ones, planes, hand saws, soldering irons that were stuck in the fire to heat, riviting with a ball peen hammer. Then there was slugging Dewey for hitting on my girlfriend and having the principal instruct me on a proper right hook. Finally, there was the english teacher, Mrs. Miller I believe. She taught my older brother and was still hot when she taught me.

Bad: Pimples, the first time you get your heart broken, the beginning of hip-hop, techno, "modern country" and other useless types of music and having the drummer of my band get killed. Hope you're still bangin' Derek.

Ryan

[Betty]

I moved to TN from NJ in the middle of 7th grade, so I'll extend "high schoool years" to cover this also, because there were some startling differences.

NJ: There was a severe lack of respect for teachers.
TN: If you misbehaved, the teachers paddled your butt.

NJ: (Overall) Better teachers with better teaching skills - I considered some classes to be more college level.
TN: The gym teacher taught biology, and he couldn't spell half the words in the book. The history teacher didn't know what year WWII started.

NJ: There were lots of students of all different colors and races mingling together.
TN: When we assembled in the auditorium, the blacks and whites voluntarily segregated themselves.

Worst: Getting suspended for 3 days for defending myself against the local bully.
Best: Dad asking, "So, who won?" after mom gives me a long lecture. :D

Worst: Being called to the office for my inconsistency in"choosing my race" on all those state exams. "You'll have a better chance at getting scholarships if you're a minority."
Best: Choosing "white" out of spite and believing that I should be accepted for my academic record and not the color of my skin. I made Top Ten of my class and still squeezed in all the art classes I could. :D

Worst: Homecoming Day: I lose the coveted "Best Decorated Vehicle" award that everyone was expecting me to win.
Best: Finding out that the winner pouted to the teachers so she could win. "If Betty wins, I'm going to just shove a pencil up her nose! She always wins all the art prizes, IT'S NOT FAIR!" All the little kiddies at the grade school we passed by screamed and cheered the loudest when my vehicle drove by. Hey, when you dress up dad's Ford F150 to look like the school mascot (bobcat) with a big slobbery cardboard tongue hanging out the grill, what kid wouldn't cheer? :D
Worst: Having to be jumped-started by a Chevy at the start of the parade because I left the radio on while decorating the truck. :uhoh:

[Bigjake]

hehe, you were just lucky us chevy owners are such kind, outgoing individuals who don't mind helping the handicapped :neener: *as i duck to avoid flying objects hurtled from the ford camp*

EDITED-

So runt, how many guns and what type were in the rack during the parade??

[Skunkabilly]

Runt, don't forget, "Stop, or my sister will beat you up!" :D

[sm]

Runt...NJ ??? I never would have guessed. No offense to those in NJ ,but you found the education better huh.

Ok , at least it wasn't a Mopar that gave you a start . ( Us Chevy guys and Ford guys do agree on "some things".) :)

Gotta relate in a firearm related way how you ended up in TN.

Any gun stuff in NJ schools ? Wait -your so young prolly didn't have that in your time...us old farts OTOH...shot inside the gym...

[Bigjake]

hehe no kidding re1973. at that point i think i woulda just had it towed....:neener:


shot as in??? what kind of guns did they let you shoot indoors? like small caliber stuff as in .22 only or what?

[lycanthrope]

1982-1988

Best:
Having hunter's education classes offerred every year, in school, free of charge.
Getting three days off for deer season.

Worst:
Having a new gym floor, but no books for class. Priorities weren't exactly clear.

[Felonious Monk]

back through the mists of time, I wander around until I find...
From 24 years ago....

Best: Cindy Beasley. 1977 Aerosmith concert. 1978 Jethro Tull concert (Songs from the Wood). 1978 concert--some new band called Kansas.
1979 Boston concert with Cindy Beasley.

Any of a BUNCH of concerts under the stars at the Merriweather-Post Pavillion or Wolftrap.

Worst: Getting busted for smoking pot while at school (but being "such a good kid" that the principal DIDN'T PROSECUTE, just told my parents). :cool:

Worst runner up: Death of our star quarterback my senior year when he wrecked his Camaro.
I played defensive tackle, and we had a legit shot at Va. state single A championship that year, before losing Kenny. :(