What was "the incident" in your high school?

The staff were raping all the pupils for decades.

Head cheerleader got in a bad car accident junior year. Her face got all fucked up. She needed plastic surgery. When she finally came back to school she had scars on her face, and her lips were wonky. I remember feeling really sad for her, and doing whatever I could to treat her normally and casually, and just pretend that I didn't see the scars. She had been extraordinarily beautiful. Not sure I handled it right. Adult me would acknowledge what she'd been through and tell her if she ever needed to talk, I am here. Kid me, was like, "Just don't stare at her lips! Act natural!"

A troubled student climbed out on the window ledge threatening to jump, and later drank drano in a suicide attempt.

Happily she survived both and got the help she needed, but it was the big story for awhile.

So many teachers fucking students

Besides the lady teachers fucking students, a nun a no d a priest ran away and got married. Scandal!! At our 30th reunion I heard they were still married, had three kids and still did social justice work.

Lay, not lady -- that I knew of.

A kid contracted an infection that killed him in 11th grade. At a memorial service during student assembly, one girl read a poem she wrote about him. One of the lines was "When I think of you, I can feel you inside me, Taylor".

Junior high art teacher picked up a male hitchhiker. Took him back to his place and hitchhiker murdered him.

Me presenting hole to the hot young gym teacher, which sparked a passionate but scandalous three-year amour fou.

The English mistress was fucking the head boy - everybody knew - and they shacked up once he graduated and were together for a couple of years.

All revealed to the nation when she resurfaced ten years later with a different surname as the leader of one of the major political parties in this country.

Oh, and a kid was once hanging out the door of a train on his way home and was decapitated.

This redneck got caught doing it with the new girl in the Vocational wing bathroom. She transfered to a third school in as many days, and he went on to become . . . a deputy! Until he got caught having inappropriate contact with a minor.

Most popular guy at school (hot latino guy) went 21 Jump St on us! Turned out he was an undercover narc. who rolled-up one day in a uniform with officers and arrested a bunch of kids.

[quote] he went on to become . . . a deputy!

Deputy what? Law enforcement?

the guidance counselor at our cities Parochial high school got a student pregnant. Ooops!

A sweet couple died during the big eruption on Mount St. Helen’s.

A good friend committed suicide, RIP.

Due to our surnames, I would often be seated next to "Arthur" in classes where students were arranged alphabetically. He committed suicide by taking his father's gun to his head. Something about a girl.

R7 hi! This is Taylor his dare you share my poem.

R16, were you seated by first name, or was his last name "Arthur"?

One of the senior boys had a gaggle of sugar daddies and was whisked off frequently for weekends in various expensive cities. Sometimes a few of them took him for the weekend together. He just had a mother and she was always drunk, so she didn't care, as long as he was bringing in the cash and gifts.

Wow. this is easy.

A 16 year old shot a 9 or 10 year old boy . Straight up murder- not an accident (i suspect there was far more to this)

This was in a town of 3000 people in the late 80's.

It was so hush hush due to the murderers age- he disappeared from school and was in some kind of juvenile Detention and got out.

I googled him and he is some IT higher up at a company in California.

I had a wardrobe malfunction at the prom. Several boys took advantage of my misfortune and deflowered me publicly.

We don't talk about that.

Male teachers had an orgy in a public bathroom.

There were several suicides and hangings, car accidents resulting in death etc, but the orgy seemed like the most scandalous.

R23 were you apart of the orgy? Or was it well known throughout the school?

R24 = Trevor Donovan

A student, whose father was a teacher at our school, became pregnant after an affair with another teacher, and the one who got her pregnant FAMOUSLY drove her to the abortion clinic but dropped her off by the entrance and made her go through it alone before getting the bus home by herself.

I remember the consensus being that the last part of the story was considered particularly cruel and egregious, but at the time everybody was unperturbed by the whole teacher fucking a student thing.

The mid-90s was wild.

One of the teacher’s wives was a bipolar alcoholic. One day she came to our school in a bathrobe, stripped naked and ran thru the busy hallway trying to come on to several students.

r13, Deputy Dawg, Rose!

Everyone knew about it, R24 and it was way before my time.

Supposedly (this was years before I started) there was a teen couple in the school that were very much in love until she dumped him or something and he decided to commit suicide by jumping of the roof of the school, which he apparently did. This ends with the the punchline that the girl was called "Joy" ...he literally "jumped for Joy". No idea if true.

As for something I know happened, I had a pretty close friend who I had an unofficial falling out with around sophmore year, and a year later she was expelled for stealing and selling the SAT results. It was a pretty big scandal. It was so weird too because she was very much a goodie goodie type and a straight A student.

My english teacher in freshman year was supposedly an alcoholic, there was a janitor that had to be fired for "inapropriate conduct with a student" and we of course had a very butch lesbian gym teacher who supposedly was not let into the locker rooms (I don't ever remember her there, so could be true)

Also, not exactly from my high school but from my town, the brother of my first boyfriend (it was barely a relationship, we held hands for a few months when I was 13) was straight up shot down and murdered by some lunatic...poor guy was only 15.

Shelley was a nasty, mean girl who wore a gold lame jacket every day rain or shine, had the ultimate awful bleached frizzy 80s perm, and smoked Marlboro Lights between every class. She was a bully and a stoner and obviously on the cusp of a trailer park life.

In junior year she was in a car crash with a bunch of boys and killed.

There was a little bit of "poor Shelley," but she wasn't missed at all. The counselors let us know they'd be available to talk if we needed it, but the entire class said, "Nah, we're all good."

R32 is a dirty liar.

I went to grammar school with a lovely girl. Just the best friend. But in high school, Julie turned in a bunch of stoners and filmed the history teacher and a freshman girl having sex. Then she broadcast it at an assembly instead of the driving film Signal 30. Julie is a real cunt.

I call bullshit on R23.

Two of the senior varsity cheerleaders were kicked off the squad before the school year started. Apparently they had spent the summer dancing in a titty bar.

The Religious Studies teacher set fire to her classroom by secretly smoking during the lunchbreak and throwing her cigarette into a wastepaper bin. She was fairly mental.

The Head of Music was strongly rumoured to be a perve. He segregated his classroom, all girls seated to the right, boys to the left. Girls received much unwanted attention and the boys were totally ignored.

One girl in my year disappeared one day after putting on some weight. She reappeared just over a year later and no-one asked her what had happened.

I went to two different high schools. The first was an all boys Catholic college prep school and nothing scandalous ever happened there to my eye. A few years after I left the school and moved to NYC, I ran into a friend of mine from Sophomore year. I think we were both 21 at the time, so it wasn't too many years after. We were both out, and he told me that there was this group of guys in the school, who got together after classes and had orgies. Everyone he named was a real jock and straight acting (whereas I was definitely in the fag group of my year, the kids who would stand around during gym and talk about what happened last night on Dynasty). I'm not really sure I believed him, but I've always wondered.

When I changed schools in Junior year, I moved to a public school, and I was the worst thing there. I spent the first year going absolutely nuts with freedom because I'd been stuck in Catholic school for so long, where everything was college oriented and there were no electives and we all had very tight leashes. By my Senior year, I was Ferris Bueller. I ran that place. I became somewhat infamous because I was onstage in one of the school productions, fell, broke both my forearms and got up and finished the performance without saying anything, went to the hospital, had them set and was back in the show in casts the next night, so everyone all of a sudden became aware of me when before I was sort of under the radar. After that, for some reason I was very trusted and I took advantage of it every chance I could get. I'd skip school all the time and have an older female friend call and pretend to be my mom. I worked on the newspaper, so i had the power to pull people out of class for a short time for a story. I stole my teacher's pass pad and would sign my friends out of class, then fake a pass to leave campus and we'd go to the movies or the beach. My last two classes of the day I barely attended, but my teachers loved me and let me get away with murder. I actually got busted once using a fake pass and managed to evade any punishment. I never knew public school was so easy to manipulate.

Oh, also in that school, apparently in Senior year, some kid died, I think of a form of cancer, and most of us had no idea. They didn't announce it or offer any sort of grief counseling. I would say the majority of us didn't even know until we saw the tribute page to him published in the yearbook. That made me super sad because I thought he didn't have any friends, but apparently he was somewhat popular, our school just didn't put much stock in mental health I guess.

The most popular kid in the senior class had his parents go out of town, so he had a party. A girl had sex in one of the bedrooms and got badly hurt - they had to call an ambulance. The host got in big trouble with his parents, they decided not to pay for his college. The girl was teased mercilessly ever afterwards. People would say, "Riiiiipppp" under their breath.

R38, how is it possible that a popular student died and most people didn’t find out until they saw it in the yearbook? If even one person knows that’s the kind of news that spreads quickly.

The goddamn "Springfield Three" happened at my high school, during my time in high school. Actually I take that back - they were a year behind me. So technically I had started college in Columbia, Mo by the time this happened the following year. But I had known Suzie Streeter my entire time in high school.

That's Suzie's picture at the link.

[quote]I became somewhat infamous because I was onstage in one of the school productions, fell, broke both my forearms and got up and finished the performance without saying anything, went to the hospital, had them set and was back in the show in casts the next night.

Meh

R38, you sound intolerable.

[quote] how is it possible that a popular student died and most people didn’t find out until they saw it in the yearbook? If even one person knows that’s the kind of news that spreads quickly.

I have no idea. But I want to temper your assumption of popular. He was not one of the jocks or anything like that. I just meant that I assumed when I first saw it that he must have been friendless, but it turned out he had a circle of friends. It was a pretty big school, too, and I think he was pulled out a couple few months before he died.

And you sound intolerant, R43.

R44, that makes more sense if he wasn’t in school at the time of his death.

[quote] The host got in big trouble with his parents, they decided not to pay for his college.

Definitely guaranteeing that he'd become a responsible and successful adult.

Stupidly punitive decision made by the parents.

R47 the 80s was all about punitive parenting. Very unenlightened time for parenting. Getting grounded, getting disowned. So many latch-key kids. All the mothers were working by then, no one ever talked about feelings. It was also a very clique-sh era. So much pressure to fit in. To prove yourself. To your friends, to your dad, to God.

All about money in the 80s. So much keeping up with the Jones. More important to look good to the neighbors, to the community, to the pastor at church, than to actually ask your kid how they're doing. Get caught drinking? Late for curfew? Having sex? Got a bad grade? The answer was always the same: Ground, shame, scold, invadate, threaten to withold money, love, support, respect.

And god forbid if you were A GAY!!

There were always incidents at my high school. It was the 80s.

Several boys played a Russian Roulette-type game and one was killed.

The male teachers who sponsored the Ski Club were banging female students on the ski trips and plying them with weed and wine.

Some students tried to burn the school down.

A youngish male teacher invited muscular boys to go out on his boat, etc., and then propositioned them. The teacher was well-respected and popular.

Another teacher had a collection of pornographic Keychains he would show to male students. This teacher transferred to another school in the district and was subsequently fired and arrested for an alleged indecency with an underage girl.

Fast Times at R49 High!

[quote] The teacher was well-respected and popular.

R48 I was a latchey kid and I consider myself lucky. I got some freedom and learned how to do things on my own. Much rather prefer that than either be a boomer kid and have had my parents up my ass for everything, or a millenial/z-er with my parents up my ass via helicopter parent-ing

[quote] The teacher was well-respected and popular.

Well I'm sure he was at least popular among certain students.

I was in HS in the early 70s. The usual teacher/students fucking. No one was busted for it. Senior year, a kid I grew up with from 4th grade murdered a university professor with an axe. Apparently, there was sex and money involved and a rumored third person. I found out by walking by a newsstand and seeing the front page.

This wasn't a huge scandal because not everyone knew the girls well in HS. I went to a small grammar school and each grade only had one class. My class had 30 kids in it and most of us had all grown up together. Freshman year, a girl on the next block had a step-father who worked for a bakery. She and another girl on the next block were fucking the step-father in the truck before school. He knocked them both up at the same time.

The murderer was in that class too.

The girl was fucking her own step-father, you say, R54?

Three people in my graduating class (which wasn’t really that big, only 200 people) died in a drunk, driving accident (their fault) between finals and graduation. And they presented their diplomas to their parents, including the one of three who had actually failed and wasn’t going to graduate until he completed a course during summer school.

The married-with-kids theater teacher was boning, or trying to bone, high school boys in his class. It was the 1980s, so the only thing done about it was for older kids to pull the younger ones aside and warn them not to be alone with Mr. Anselm.

A straight friend of mine mowed lawns on weekends for extra cash. One day after mowing Mr. Anselm's lawn, he went inside to get paid and Mr. Anselm jumped him. Apparently it got quite physical. My friend was traumatized and sought help from his parents. His mother, who was religious, told him he must have brought it on himself.

Damn, R56 that's so sad! Were people crying at the ceremony? Life cut suddenly short, it never get's easier to comprehend. Like that poor kid on the Titan sumbersable. That kid's death was the thing that we all responded to that made the story so compelling and heartrending, not the wacko CEO's death.

[quote]A straight friend of mine mowed lawns on weekends for extra cash. One day after mowing Mr. Anselm's lawn, he went inside to get paid and Mr. Anselm jumped him. Apparently it got quite physical. My friend was traumatized and sought help from his parents. His mother, who was religious, told him he must have brought it on himself.

Yep, R57. See my diatribe at R48 about what I think of conservative 80s parenting. Horrible.

R55 - yes. I believe he had been her stepfather for about five years when she was about 9 or 10 when she moved to my block.

I only remembered this a couple of months ago, but there was a trans kid in my high school back in the mid '70's. She was a very small girl, very angry whenever I would see her. She was in a younger class than I, plus she was saddled with 'unfortunate' first and last names. She caused a big stir because she wanted to play on the boys basketball team, but she was far too small and slight. If she had any friends I didn't see any evidence of it. I have no idea where she is now, or if she was ever able to transition. Life must have been hell for her.

Also, within the first five years or so of graduation we lost 4 kids that I know about. One suicide, 1 car accident and 2 murders, one was a girl murdered when she tried to break up with her boyfriend, the other pissed off the wrong neighbor.

Oh, and this was a Catholic school. Rumor was that a young nun and a young brother started a relationship, I think that the nun 'kicked the habit', as one says. And a male lay teacher would spend a lot of time with the prettiest senior girl.

[quote] And a male lay teacher would spend a lot of time with the prettiest senior girl.

Lay teacher. Apt.

Catholic inner-city parish high school, early 1970s:

1, Sophomore male transfers and the Latin/Spanish nun leaves the order. Two years later they marry.

2. Priest counselor is arrested for and convicted of sex with minors.

3. Blonde Associate Pastor is arrested for and convicted of sex with minors. We knew all about it. He had given a friend of mine a ride and the priest asked him if he had red hair on his bum, too.

4. Among the toughs who are snarking at me - I count six - hustle and hook up with gays in the park down from my street, usually on Wednesdays and Thursdays after school and into the evening. They do it for weekend date money for their girlfriends. They don't know how often I've seen them there.

5. Another Associate Pastor is a close friend of a nun, and a platonic romance is enacted daily for us to watch. He leaves the priesthood and she leaves the order.

6. My best friend got caught fucking one of the then-skank girls on the altar of the seminary church during a retreat weekend.

7. The principal was a dyke nun. Her assistant principal was someone she brought with her and she was an older-girlfriend type. The principal nun had a crush on a young nun with long smoky-blonde hair. The assistant principal was jealous and the young nun was abashed.

8. We'd leave the nurse's office window unlocked on Fridays because we could step through it in the evening and have a group session. Straights had dibs but they weren't into group action, and most of them fucked in cars. So the five gay guys in my group would meet there in various groups, with surprise "visitors" at times.

9. ANOTHER priest - the civics teacher - also was arrested for and convicted of sex with minors.

10. Two rough lesbian girls had a fistfight because they both were suitors of the smoky-blonde nun (math teacher).

11. One girl's boyfriend killed her by electrocution.

Honest. Those and more. It was an interesting experience. And I was President of the Student Council!

Your schoolmate from the 79s was “trans” because she wanted to play on the boys' basketball team, r61? Hmmm

80's Jesuit all male high school, we had a junior year trip to Rome to see the Vatican. There was about 25 of students and 2 chaperones, one a Jesuit brother and the other was our married male Latin teacher. Great trip I thought. 3 weeks after we got back my mother came home from a PTA type meeting and told me to stay away from Brother X and Teacher Y. They had been accused and admitted to getting some of the boys on our trip drunk and molesting them. Fucked up thing was the three kids all left the school, and the two chaperones didn't really have any consequences other than bad reputation. Even more fucked up, I spent a good few months wondering why no one wanted to get me drunk and suck me off.. Oh the 80's...

We had the usual:

Teachers having very public and dramatic relationships;

A male coach groping girls on one of his teams;

An ex-hippie teacher who would take students to his place after school to smoke pot; and,

A sleazy male teacher arrested for having sex with male minors usually in a janitorial closet at the school;

The incident that really moved the school was when a gay guy died in a car accident after partying at a local gay bar while being driven by another gay guy, his best friend, who was drunk. The dead gay was so sweet and beloved. There was a genuine outpouring of grief for him. The driver was reviled after that. A couple of fag hags were also in the car, but they were unharmed.

Oh, I forgot, we had a still-unsolved murder of a ninth-grader, bludgeoned with a baseball bat, which was school property, and one of our scariest local bullies became a muscly weightlifter, had an affair with a sitting congressman, and then committed suicide when the guy started to lose interest in him! The second story I found out about by reading it in New York Magazine!

The hit cheerleader-homecoming princess-CSF sealbearer dated the star pitcher-student body pres-surfer boy type. They broke up the summer after graduation. She headed up to Stanford, fucked her professor, dropped out and ended up somewhere in Colorado. He headed over to UCLA, was cut from the baseball team, married a different homecoming princess (rival to the Stanford flake), gained so much weight as a local diner owner that el he ended up a three hundred pound slug. They both got their just desserts?!

[quote]Damn, [R56] that's so sad! Were people crying at the ceremony? Life cut suddenly short, it never get's easier to comprehend.

Well, actually, not really. I mean it was sad, but something even weirder happened. Two days before graduation a board member tried to shoot the school board superintendent who was supposed to be our graduation speaker and he did not attend, so people were talking about that (the school board member tried to shoot him, but they ended up in a wrestling match and the superintendent actually didn’t get shot he wasn’t shot or killed.) And we had no motivational speaker. We got a very short talk about loss and danger from the principal, and they did mention the three and present their diplomas to their parents, but I was actually sitting on stage with the top 10 graduates, and I didn’t actually see what my classmates were doing or if they were crying. Their parents were bawling, very understandably. But these three people were not people that I knew. I had met the guy who was not going to get his diploma because he was the kind of guy that wanted to be everybody’s friend and he was nice, but I didn’t know the two girls that were with him at all. These were not people I was ever in any classes with, and I also had a very unusual high school experience. I started taking college classes in 10th grade and went to school for three hours in the morning and then college classes in the afternoon. And then in my three classes, sometimes they were only three students. And my 10th grade biology class only had three students and two of them got married 20 years after we graduated. I wasn’t one of the two that got married. So I really only knew about 10% of the people I graduated with personally and had literally never spoken to and couldn’t tell you the name of the rest of them because I was hardly ever there and when I was, I was in classes that only had three kids. I’m willing to bet that when I was getting my diploma there were 180 student sitting in chairs whispering to one another “do you know who that guy is? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him.” The only people I knew were a handful of people in my classes, and a handful of people that I knew going to middle school or grade school with. Our school system was divided very strangely geographically, so there were kids that I went to grade school with who went to a different middle school, but then I met them again in high school. So, even though I didn’t move around, it always felt like you were going to a new school with new classmates for the first time. But it was like that for everyone.

Buy my friends weren’t mean, they were sympathetic, but they also didn’t understand or couldn’t quite grasp why it happened in the first place, so, even though they were sympathetic, there really weren’t tears, it was more confusion. We didn’t get our yearbooks until almost a year after we graduated and there was a whole tribute section to the three.

It’s sad to think about. He was a nice guy. And I definitely felt sorry for all of their friends and family.

Lord, I know that sounds like a total EST, but it’s actually true. The school board member really did try to shoot the superintendent. I even tried to find a link but it was 1990 and there’s nothing online to confirm it. If it were an EST, I would’ve started a thread about it.

R35 : There you go.

A massive ethnic rumble between Armenian and Latino students. Trash cans were thrown. Students were stabbed. It made national news.

[quote] One girl's boyfriend killed her by electrocution.

Tell me you're hardcore without telling me you're hardcore.

Article begins with "David leaned forward to make his point"

[quote] A massive ethnic rumble between Armenian and Latino students.

ian vs. ez in LA

R74, ;).

[quote] CSF sealbearer

What's "CSF", precious? What's "CSF"?

[quote] They both got their just desserts?!

Deserts!

But it was a diner.

1980 -1984

1- When I was in 9th grade a male student in 10th grade was gone for 6 months and it turns out he had run away and he was living in the city hustling and doing gay porn.

2 - My friend’s older sister jumped off the roof of the old Arnold Constable building in New Rochelle. At the time people said it was angel dust but it was probably just a rumor because everyone was afraid of angel dust then.

3 - The school psychologist (and mother of a student in my class) found someone hiding in the backseat of her car and he raped her at knifepoint.

4 - A school jock “killed himself” in 11th grade— his mother found him hanging in his closet—and everyone knew it was really autoerotic asphyxiation.

There are more but I’m not concentrating.

There were two twins, one a boy and one a girl. They were both quite popular. Somehow it got out that they had experimented sexually. Of course the kids were brutal.

OMG r79! Did you go to “After School Special County High”? Your school experience sounds like a cautionary tale! I definitely believe you, and I’m not trying to say I don’t, just that’s a lot of personal tragedy! Although, almost all of the posts in this thread are.

Every week we had gang fights.

R82, between Armenians and Latins?

[quote] Somehow it got out that they had experimented sexually.

With each other?

[quote] everyone knew it was really autoerotic asphyxiation.

How did everybody know?

There were some kids that hung themselves when I was on HS as well, but they just appeared to be regular suicides. I think people go overboard with the autoerotic asphyxiation accusations.

R83 this was not LA, but Chicago so it was a mixture of White-Latino, Latino-Latino, and Latino-Black violence. Each had differing MOs.

R10 you are from New York City aren’t you?

I have a friend who is a school psychologist and she’s extremely blunt and sometimes says things that are shocking but then she’ll explain them and you’ll realize she actually makes a lot of sense. And she was telling me about a student at her high school that had been committed like five times for suicide attempts before she finally was successful and she actually did it in her car in the high school parking lot and was found in the morning. And my friend, who has a PhD, said “look, by the time you’re about 25, your brain is fully mature, and if you are so miserable, that suicide is the only thing you will consider because absolutely nothing will help, I don’t have a problem with people choosing to end their own lives. If they are living in such misery, and they cannot get help to get them out of that, letting them stay that way is cruel. And even though a 17-year-old has a brain that still needs to mature, this girl was in institutions five times after trying to kill herself. So I wasn’t surprised when she finally was successful. She could’ve probably made it to 25, but she would still be so unhappy, so miserable, that she was going to do it anyway.”

Like I said. Blunt. And as a school psychologist, of course she did report it every time she spoke to the girl, and the girl would get taken to the hospital, spend 72 hours, maybe a week before they released her. And then she would try it again But I had to agree with her that if somebody tries to kill themselves five times, you can almost guarantee they’re gonna keep on trying until they’re successful. And I think that’s the point she was making.

God, I couldn’t do it she does for a living.

The best I have is the gym teacher who coached football would be very physically involved with practice. He’d be kicking glass, getting muddy, running laps with us. He’d then shower at the same time as us as well.

I never saw him get hard or be particularly pervy, I think he just wanted to be considered ‘one of the team’. Then again, he was probably having sex with some of the players, just not me. Damn it.

^kicking balls, not glass

California Scholarship Federation = CSF. It’s a statewide honor society—a pretty good objective indicator that you were an extra smarty pants in your (public) high .school. It is, or was, a big deal.

A local priest who was not on the teaching staff spent a lot of time in the school. Everybody knew he was feeling up the boys. It was an open secret. Years later he was convicted and sent to prison when he picked on the wrong kid.

We never discuss "the incident"

I went with a guy who graduated a year ahead of me - he graduated in 1967 and I was set to graduate in 1968. We went to a small Midwestern high school. I don't think many people thought he was gay - but since I was a theatre/band/choir guy I'm sure most at least suspected.

My boyfriend was one of three brothers. He was great at sex but was always a mean drunk.

We were at a party in the fall of 1967 - I had ridden with him there in his nice 1967 Plymouth. He proceeded to get drunk and got mad at me because I was going to get a ride with someone else. It was a pretty bad scene at this girl's house where the party was - he proceeded to announce to everyone that he was fucking me and I was an ungrateful bitch.

He left and I was mortified and hoped to make it up to him the next day. However on the way home, he was speeding and as he came into town, he crashed his car into a tree and was killed.

The rest of my senior year was nothing but recriminations and freeze outs by all of our former friends.....except his younger brother who turned out to be even better at fucking than he was and later spent a couple of seasons in the NFL.

All right, you had me until the end and the younger brother r95

8/10

Only thing I can think of right now is one guy in my class who crashed his car into the school…twice.

R96 right. He had me too, no pun intended. So your secret jock boyfriend announces essentially to a crowd of high school peers that he is gay in a small rural town in 1968. He was beyond drunk. Did he purposely drive the car into the tree?

R96 - if you were surprised you can imagine my reaction.

It's not like we made out at the funeral or anything. We were both sort of brought together by grief and went on from there. And it only happened a few times.

R95, I’m sorry to hear things didn’t work out with the younger brother. But now tell us about his dad.

R99 interesting. What NFL team did he play for?

Brought together by grief *and Crisco*

R99 are you stalling?

[quote] [R99] interesting. What NFL team did he play for?

The Packers, almost certainly. And no need to ask what position. Definitely tight end.

[quote] Somehow it got out that they had experimented sexually.

[quote] With each other?

r84 Yes. Incest!

R27 Just imaging how hilarious (and maybe a little frightening) that must have looked to the kids and teachers who witnessed it.

[quote] [R84] Yes. Incest!

My senior year college boyfriend said that he had sex with identical twin brothers all the time in high school and I asked, at the same time?? And he was kind of nerdy and prudish (my boyfriend) and he said, oh yeah, and they also had sex with one another by themselves all the time too.

Twincest. My nerdy prudish boyfriend turned out to be a way bigger whore than I had ever expected. Still love him though.

r107 I'd be surprised if most twin brothers didn't experiment.

1983: Our Homecoming Queen, who was also a member of CSF and a senior year, cheerleader was with child near our June graduation. My 40th year reunion is in a few weeks. Said person is now married to our former, senior year, government (civics), teacher. Also the teacher became an evangelical Christian a few years before.

[quote] [R107] I'd be surprised if most twin brothers didn't experiment.

I don’t know if I would. But if another me showed up from another universe in the multiverse, yeah, we’d probably fuck. Then we’d fight.

Ours was when the Komodo dragon from the bio lab got loose one night and drank that green stuff in the chem lab and reared up on its hind legs and ran out of school, taking over Debbie Crawford’s car and driving away.

On summer break, one of my teachers of a couple years earlier murdered his wife on the night of their wedding anniversary, strangling her with the rope from their kids' red wagon and leaving her in the garden only to "discover" in the morning. It came as a smaller surprise than many imagined. He was wound tighter than a cheap clock and barely concealed a deep anger, further he seemed every bit a classic closet case.

He blamed blood evidence inside the house on a neighbor's menstruating dog and gave some very peculiar answers to detectives. In jail for murder, he convinced a famous serial killer to say that the teacher's wife was among his many confessed murders. He was convicted in two overturned murder trials and confessed and was convicted in a third trial for manslaughter. In that final trial, he confessed that he had persuaded a famous serial to take the blame, plying him with details to lend credibility. In his time out of prison and awaiting new trials he suckered a church congregation into supporting him.

Wow I don't know if we had any big scandals at my school. Maybe I just wasn't in the know..

Oh honey, you’re the scandal they’re all talking about.

R114 hahaha I doubt that!

A friend was in a car accident ... she and the driver were drunk. The car hit a flatbed truck and she was decapitated. Her parents were so angry and upset about the stupidity of drunk driving they decided to teach her friends a lesson. At the wake she was laid in her coffin. Attendees were freaking the fuck out because the parents told the people that prepared her body to not do much in order to make it disturbing. The dead girl was before this, a very beautiful looking person. The stitches reattaching her head were highly visible and the corpse looked gruesome. Her school friends were passing out, wailing, screaming, etc as they passed by her coffin. It was an awful thing to do.

A teacher in my class used to hand his phone number out to girls right in front of the while class, and would barely teach us anything because he was too busy talking and joking around with the popular/cool girl clique in the corner. Everybody thought he was young and cute, like of like a blonde Cory Monteith, so nobody said anything.

He was only there a year, so maybe he did get fired.

Yep really. There were news trucks from all the networks parked in front of my high school for a solid week.

Oh, the music teacher found in bed with a boy on a band trip.

This was back in the day when the school district quietly let the teacher go. I just looked him up, and he's retired but apparently got a job a couple counties away in another school district.

R81 I was very attuned to tragedy and was a very careful listener as a child and teen. I listened to the adults having conversations when I was not supposed to. I also have older siblings spread four to five years apart and I really got a lot of info regarding their high school years. The 1980s were fucked up at my school but my brother’s & sister’s era (1970s) really had a deep well of tragedy and drama!

Chris M blew his brains out with a shotgun at 17 because he was getting diddled by his father.

Mike B rolled an MG off the road, drunk, at about 98 mph when he was a senior with predictably fatal results.

One of the school bus drivers was a bigamist who had two families in town.

Somebody called in a bomb scare at school one day. Everyone went to Peggy's house and she ended up getting fucked by ten guys. Her nickname was Piggy thereafter.

My high school football coach, who was also a selectman (like a City Councillor in New England) got busted with $50K of coke in the trunk of his car in the school parking lot. He got 5 years.

Both town drunks were fuckups since kindergarten but both had brothers who were cops, one local, the other a state trooper. They never got arrested, ever.

George D, who lived down the street, was a gorgeous kid; black Irish with a great body. Unfortunately, he did way too many drugs his senior year, lost some contact with reality and then found Jesus AND a job working on one of the town's garbage trucks, occasionally stark naked. On hot days when he'd take all his clothes off as he hurled the barrels, he said he was giving witness and praising Jesus and who could argue with that? If you saw him starkers, you'd praise Jesus, too.

There's more, that's just the highlight reel.

The music teacher (and conductor of the school orchestra and the marching band) gave a failing grade to student who a few years later had written multiple top 10 hits and is now considered a 20th century musical genius. He was invited back to our high school decades later, and he received an honorary “A” to correct the “error.”

A teacher was let go for an incident where he squirted cream (the kind you get in a can) on a student's breast. Something like that. Was a bit weird.

R121, I swear to god, I started reading your post and thought you were just posting the lyrics to Pepper by the Butrhole Surfers at first from the way you wrote it. I’m sorry about your friends that died.

A 14 year old kid was fooling around with his dad's gun, while he was home alone with a pal, and accidentally shot himself dead.

This was before the days of gun safes, or any gun safety at all.

The drama teacher was banging a Junior female student and kept booze in his desk.

There was a remote place that I just found out about where the boys would go to jack each other off or give blowjobs.

R127 But you weren't invited? Damn.

[quote] The music teacher (and conductor of the school orchestra and the marching band) gave a failing grade to student who a few years later had written multiple top 10 hits and is now considered a 20th century musical genius.

r122 Britney Spears?

Ha! Wouldn’t it be nice. If that were true.

Honestly, I am not shocked that a teacher would give a failing grade to an excellent student. I actually remember complaining about a teacher giving me a D-grade. I knew it was so ridiculous to be true.

[quote] I googled him and he is some IT higher up at a company in California.

R20 I’m currently looking for a new CTO for Twitter, send me his contact info, he sounds perfect!

R95 is basically the dad on Euphoria.

Pregnant cheerleaders everywhere

R99 he played 3 seasons with the Washington Redskins and then a season for the Baltimore Colts (yes, I'm old). Position left back - linebacker......I don't know if those are two different positions. The only positions he was in with me were missionary and doggie.

I never met his father.

I know all R79’s stories and the one about the female student having sex with the janitor (different school). But the janitor incident isn’t the same one because there was no butch gym teacher. However, it had an interesting angle. The student knew the custodial staff because the principal would ask her to translate. Rumor was that the Spanish teachers weren’t fluent enough.

[quote]The music teacher (and conductor of the school orchestra and the marching band) gave a failing grade to student who a few years later had written multiple top 10 hits and is now considered a 20th century musical genius.

That’s a great story, but I’m guessing the student simply failed to attend class and/or turn assignments in.

I grew up in Minnesota, and during my sophomore year I was friendly with a guy named Joe. He was sort of a tertiary friend, he was a bit of a punk (rocker), and I knew his parents were super religious, and he had problems with them.

My family moved out of state after my sophomore year, and one day, late in my senior year I got a call from my friend Kim who was still in Minnesota. Joe's younger brother David killed everyone in the family except for Joe with an axe. Joe wasn't living at home at the time.

David is still in prison. Joe died of cancer a few years ago

[quote]That’s a great story, but I’m guessing the student simply failed to attend class and/or turn assignments in.

Bit naive. I have personally experienced a teacher's jealousy/antagonism. Sometimes they just hate their student being more talented or potentially more successful than they are, so they try to sabotage it.

R137 you guessed wrong. In the end it’s a fun story—I don’t think that composer/song writer/musician sat in his room and held a grudge. He still hit around ok. That teacher was a love’em or avoid him kind of guy.

He still got around *

Not the first time I’ve been wrong. How long ago was this?

My freshman year, three if the most popular kids in school died in a plane crash. One of the kids’ dads was flying them to Florida for spring break in private plane and crashed.

Never forget how silent school was for a week. No one talked in the halls while changing classes.

Most of the kids in high school had grown up together—school only had about 1200 kids.

It’s been a while, God only knows.

For R142^

Reread the music teacher / musician references …you’ll figure out who & when it refers to.

There was a fire alarm one day and it became clear quickly that it wasn’t a planned alarm test but that a student pulled the alarm.

As we all stood outside waiting for confirmation that it was a prank and not a fire, I turned to a friend and said “I bet is was my cousin who pulled the alarm.” And sure enough, my cousin came strolling up to us with a huge grin and said he pulled the alarm to get out of a test. 2000 kids in that school and I knew immediately it was my cousin. They never caught him.

He was a bad boy but tons of fun. Still is.

Driver Ed teacher died in car crash — entirely his fault (drunk, speeding on icy road). The irony of that really. He was a pompous sarcastic asshole. No one gave a shit really and no grief counseling was needed.

Then there was a senior who was a notorious bully and when speeding one night, drunker than fuck, crashed into a tree, dying instantly. No one mourned except his parents and fellow bullies.

Lastly, a junior boy committed suicide, using his dad’s rifle. There was a good-sized hole by his bedroom window where the bullet went through once it passed through his head. Morbid detail. It was haunting to me in the sense that you never can or will know the inner thoughts (and pain) people can be going through when there are no obvious clues. People were truly shocked in my small town.

Nothing scandalous and juicy as such here but this thread got me remembering.

My friend is the product of a school scandal. Her mom was her dad's student, and her and a friend would hang out at his house and get tipsy, then one day one was knocked up, they married, for a short time.

There was a few HORRIBLE car wrecks in the late 70s, early 80s. Multiple kids packed in cars, drunk drivers on dark, winding roads, one all 6 passengers were killed (my aunt married one of the three surviving brothers- 3 out of 7), another wreck left one survivor but she was a multiple amputee. Shortly after MAD formed and got the drinking age pushed back to 21.

Two people from my class died, one a motorcycle accident another was a car accident that shouldn't have happened bc the now deceased girl didnt have a license.

The most scandalous thing that happened, was with a girl I was friendly with (not the kind of person whose bad side you'd be indifferent to being on. She dropped out due to pregnancy, and by the time we were Juniors she'd helped orchestrate a rape and murder. They didn't get busted for almost a decade bc they started bragging about getting away with murder.

This really wasn’t an “incident” but it makes me laugh every time I think of it.

I grew up in an upscale suburb and had a friend from a very wealthy family. She could always get her hands on good drugs and one weekend threw a cocaine party. She put bowls of it out. I think the movie Scarface had just come out and she wanted to recreate the scene where Pacino put his face in a huge bowl of coke.

She wasn’t a junky, just a wild kid who experimented heavily mainly because drugs were so accessible to her. I liked her a lot. She was fun.

Anyway, her parents found out about the cocaine party and sent her to a very fancy drug rehab facility for teens for 30 days.

When she got out she told us what a blast is was. Kids fucking like crazy and getting drugs from the custodial staff. Had a pool and all types of luxury.

After that, we all tried to scandalize our parents so they would send us there.

Just had our 40th high school reunion. She’s an investment banker and married to a high end art dealer.

R116, Hopefully, there’s video

And she's a Trumper, r115?

Over Christimas break at my very meh high school, one of my classmates (female) was shot and killed at a motel on the seamy side of town. She was very non-descript kind of girl, whom nobody paid very much attention to. It later emerged that she was turning tricks out of the parking lot of one of local dive bars and was killed by one of her johns.

Then in my senior year, one of the cheerleaders attempted suicide over Spring break and it later came out that she had been having a torrid affair with the captain of the women's volleyball squad. The volleyball butch had tried to break it off and the cheerleader took it badly and decided to end it all. The cheerleader was home schooled for the rest of the semester, and everyone acted like the volleyball butch smelled bad and owed us all money.

You can imagine how these rocked this school of 800 students in suburban Florida.

A couple of sophomores were parking in a remote area making out. They were abducted by two men at gunpoint and forced into the trunk of their own car. The men attempted to rob a drive through resteraunt with the car.

The pair then took the couple to a police range and shot them. The boy survived, the girl did not.

Years later one of her friends father was arrested with a sniper rifle on the roof of a building that had a clear shot at one of the defendants when he was having a court date.

This thread reminds me of "Wisconsin Death Trip." Dark and compelling stories that didn't make it into yearbooks.

A 17-year-old was murdered on the subway. It made headlines

Star football player strangled his girlfriend. Everyone commented he had really big hands.

r150 I grew up in a suburb like that, too, around the same time (Class of "85) and with stories similar to yours. Sometimes I wish I had grown up on a farm in the middle of nowhere because it took me more than 30 years to shed the shitty and materialistic values I had acquired...helped along by the setting and the era. The two people I know who still live there with their own families have changed very little. Still going to the country club and still tolerating their kids drinking. I stopped going to my reunions after the 25th. But I also made some great friends. Three of the six people I mentioned in my yearbook photo caption I text with nearly every day.

Is anyone else pissed off there might have been clandestine gay sex hook up spots we weren't privvy to?

R159 I’ll admit that I was a bit miffed to learn, only at my 10 year reunion, that a theater geek had given blow jobs on a regular basis to the water polo captain/backup quarterback(!) [and more?]

On second thought, it didn’t matter, since at that same time ( junior year) I was already an expert at finding the best porn video arcades and cruising West Hollywood for prime adult dick.

On reflection, I got the better benefit of the bargain.

R139 I think this is a more likely scenario.

^ fir chrisssake: you are both wrong.

Just Google Brian Wilson & failing grade …read it and be done.

R116 If they really wanted to be bold they should have left a headless torso n the coffin with the head laying on a stack of bibles elsewhere, surrounded by blood filled wine bottles.

Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and the baby looked at me!

On one of our high school's Model UN conferences during my junior year, my classmate got blackout drunk and collapsed in the hotel elevator with alcohol poisoning. We went to find our teacher to help us, but he was also blackout drunk in his room. Rumor was they may have been drinking together at one point. We finally roused him and he took off down the hotel corridor in his underwear. The paramedics came and took the girl to the hospital and pumped her stomach. Nobody got into any real trouble, but the next year we were not invited back to that hotel.

My friend was found dead on a rocky beach. She was wrapped in plastic. They arrested my dad for her murder, but it turned out she was actually killed by her own father! He was possessed by an evil spirit or something.

Massapequa H.S.?

Our star football player (dumb as a rock, and twice as ugly), was drunk driving on some farm road and had a severe rollover crash. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt, and was basically turned to human jelly. He was on his way to or from a liquor store across the state line to pick up more supplies for a raging party his friends were throwing at one of his dad's vacant properties.

The school descended into a pitiful mass grief that lasted the rest of senior year. It was like the fucking pope died, or some North Korean dictator. Teachers were crying in the hallway for days afterward. They painted his name on the water tower, retired his football number, and sold t-shirts with his photo on them. The photo they chose had him holding four bottled beers and smoking a blunt (possibly at the party the night he died). His rich asshole parents approved all of this. The school had a big ceremony before graduation where the parents doled out his college fund to his surviving idiot friends.

The idiot never said more than two words to me, and was charming but functionally illiterate. He wouldn't have made it two semesters in college, even with his throwing arm.

Almost two decades later, his name is still on the water tower, and there's still an active Facebook group where people can "talk" to his dead ass. Another. Drunk. Driver.

R168 Did you attend Lawndale High?

My sister taught at Lawndale HS for…far too long. She was always on the look out for a new Daria (or Jughead).

One of my classmates drowned in the school pool during gym class.

[quote]and the one who got her pregnant FAMOUSLY drove her to the abortion clinic but dropped her off by the entrance and made her go through it alone before getting the bus home by herself.

God, this makes me miss the days when we had a local Abortion Hut.

Bad EST

-Cameron Crowe, Ridgemont Hugh

I knew a girl who caused an incident at my high school. But then she died.

^ and then people said she was a WHORE!

R175 Did she choke on a dick?

Stifler's mom was a WHORE!

No. She died.

Ahole jock crushed his cock while doing butterflies with a pair of dumbbells. Couldn't have happened to a nicer jerk 😂.

Our quarterback and my only love died. I was temporarily distraught until the press stopped.

I was so distraught I could barely shit in the wigs of the other girls on the cast.

We all had to sign NDAs

[quote]We all had to sign NDAs

About what? Are those legally enforceable anyway?

A girl in my high school class was pregnant four times, once in each year. She gave the first three up for adoption. The fourth was a product of an interlude with a science teacher. Nothing was said or done about it. They thought she just enjoyed sex and the baby could have been fathered by anyone. She decided to keep this one.

Fittingly, she was at full-term when she walked across the stage to receive her diploma. At our 25th reunion, she showed off pictures of her grandchildren.

In sixth grade, I was caught staring at a classmate's full bush when we required to shower after gym class. None of the rest of us had any substantial growth down there; he had a fully-grown Chia pet. I was mesmerized.

By the end of the day, everyone at school knew I stared at this guys bush. I was asked if I needed hedge trimmers. If I was magnetically drawn to it. I felt more sorry for the guy I stared out. I doubted he wanted the whole school to know how well-developed his pubic hair was.

He had so much acne on his face, I didn't dream of blowing him.

[quote] He had so much acne on his face, I didn't dream of blowing him.

What a boner killer!

Thanks, R185, you win the prize best "incident."

ROTFLMAO!!

An English teacher started dating one of her students when he was a junior or senior. While there were whispers behind their backs and a number of the other teachers knew, there was no backlash. They got married after he graduated college, and I believe they’re now divorced.

I went to a Jesuit boys' school. The Jesuits-in-training at that time were addressed as "Mister". It was 5 or 6 years before my first sexual experiences, but I felt that some of them were probably gay, as far as I knew in that long-ago time. One of them was sort of attractive and somewhat effeminate, and was the faculty member in charge of the yearbook. It was definitely the most beautiful and artistically-laid out yearbook of my high school years. As his faculty picture, this "Mister" had his picture taken in a bathtub that had been placed in a large dug-out piece of earth, like a coffin in a grave . When we arrived back the next school year after our summer vacations, we were told that he had committed suicide over the summer. I've always wondered if he had been planning it all along, and the picture was sort of a prequel.

Two more minor "incidents" got my attention. One was in my freshman year. Our lunch hours were staggered. A gym class let out as we were finishing lunch, and a guy came flying in yelling to the whole assembly, "OMG, 'blank" got a boner in the shower after gym class". The entire rest of the year, I kept my gaze on the shower nozzle during my mandatory shower. The other thing happened during a seminar week between semesters. One of the young priests (very burly and muscular), was late to arrive. When he came in, he said, "Sorry I'm late, I had to break up a circle-jerk in the showers downstairs". Try as I might, I couldn't think of a decent excuse to run downstairs and check it out for myself.

My schools were boring but there were a few suspect things.

First was a rural southern public school. There was a rumor the Spanish teacher was doing some of the students. I don’t think she was. However, by my sophomore year she’d given up on actually teaching anything, so we’d watch movies or write little short stories. This teacher, her young daughter and boyfriend died in a plane crash a few years later.

There was also a student who smelled so bad. Like she was rotten from tits down. She was one big zit from tits up. Her family was very impoverished. She left school early in sophomore year and we later found out she was pregnant with her step-uncle’s baby.

Second high school in rural Massachusetts. Squalid car crash killed one of the bitchiest girls in school and her boyfriend, who was a troublemaker but nice to me. The other kids in the car were hurt pretty bad.

All the popular girls got into a fight before graduation and none of them would speak to each other at the ceremony. Slutzzzzzzzzz.

R185 the OP said high school you dumb cunt Norman Bates.

A girl got pregnant in her senior year and was forced to quit school. It was a long time ago.

R86 r85 Because when you’re found dead with your jeans pulled down around your ankles and with a belt clasped around your neck with it’s other end tied to a standard height closet rod, it’s not suicide.

R70 That entire issue is interesting to read now.

For R118 - So have you read "Mistress of the Con?" The book about your cheerleader acquaintance?

"Really, the stubble on that chunky female cheerleader should have been the first clue. But instead, notorious Colorado con man Charles Daugherty, who went by 'Cheyen Weatherly' when he posed as a Colorado Springs high-school cutie, would go through many more identities and many more mysterious chapters before his story finally played out, as revealed in Mistress of the Con, a new book on the notorious crook.

The book delves into the fantasy-filled life of Daugherty, who started on his cross-dressing spree in 1984 when, at the age of twenty, he pretended to be an Air Force Academy student and stole a car from a Colorado Springs dealership.

His best-known caper came six years later, when he enrolled at a Colorado Springs high school under the pseudonym Cheyen Weatherly, pretending to be a seventeen-year-old transfer student from Greece. He played the part of a teenage girl so well that he even joined the cheerleading squad; it was only after stubble began to appear on his face that people questioned his identity. Daugherty was later arrested and sentenced to two years' probation, during which time he told then talk-show host Sally Jessy Raphael that he suffered from multiple-personality disorder and had been molested as a child.

But the shenanigans didn't stop there. In 1995, Daugherty re-emerged as Shannon Ireland, the alleged half-sister of supermodel Kathy Ireland. He made the most of this character, creating a 'Dream Team' of fashion mavens who thought they were working for a professional model and photography studio.

Daugherty has had eight known aliases, many of which were linked with celebrities; he also pretended to be Shannon Trump, the niece of Donald Trump.

Westword has written about him numerous times, including Harrison Fletcher's June 8, 2000, cover story, 'The Broad Was a Fraud.'

In 2008, Daugherty pleaded guilty to three counts of felony theft and a felony charge of criminal impersonation. He was sentenced to five years in prison, five years of mandatory parole, ten years' probation and 600 hours of community service. Daugherty served much of his sentence under house arrest and currently lives in Colorado Springs with his father."

I think fucking a HS football coach has been on my bucket list since I was 15, but I’m really glad it never happened because it’s the sort of thing that was a fantasy and I’d hate to think back on it and realize I had sex with a child molester. I’m quickly approaching too old to fuck a HS football coach, so I may make it a mid-years resolution. See if I can check that one off the box before 2024. I don’t mind (would actually prefer) a coach that was 45+ yo.

But I’m already working on one guy and I think he’s worth not fucking things up with by fucking a HS football coach. He might be a keeper and I’ll just have to ask him to pretend to be a HS football coach, but I already know he’ll say no and insist that he’d rather pretend to be a soccer coach, which is NOT on my bucket list. But either way, it won’t be the real thing.

I’ve already fucked a cop, a leather daddy, a Native American, and a construction worker. I’m one guy short of finishing my Village People bingo card. Just need that cowboy.

Decisions, decisions.

R41 owns this thread. Jesus. That’s one of the all-time creepy cold cases.

I fucked my male English teacher during my senior year and for two yrs after graduation. No one knew, although some suspected. He was my very first and will remain a very special part of my life.

One of my former hs students told me that he used to have gym class first thing in the morning and that he would often see the crew team fooling around in the showers by getting hard and grabbing each other's erections.

No I haven’t R194. I had no idea he went on to do even crazier things. Jesus.

I never met him. It was a fairly large high school (1200 students), he was only there for two weeks, and I wasn’t in his year so we wouldn’t have had classes together.

When he was found out there really were half a dozen news trucks outside and they had to close off the campus to keep the media from bugging random students.

I do remember a few cheerleaders being quite shaken, because no one really knew what his motive was (stalking/rape or just wanted to be a cheerleader). I don’t know that we ever knew.

Just a nutball.

OK here is the background info - Christian religious private school

1. A girl disappeared from class and we were told her dad, mom and her were on vacation. She returned talking about how great, stylish and intelligent that her boyfriend from China was. She made up a narrative that she had lived in China! Eventually we found out that she was in a sexual relationship with another young man that wasn’t in our school, she got pregnant and was forced to have the baby and adopt it out. This was when roe vs wade was still legal 2. A girl was in a sexual relationship with an adult police officer, it was discovered after she was caught stealing lingerie from Victoria Secret in the local mall, she was a doctors daughter and it was hushed up. She later got institutionalized for a year when it was discovered that she was sexually abused by her uncle. 3.The typing teacher was a married man, rather hot, nice and tall, with a bit of a Dick Van Dyke look. There was a female Spanish teacher from Cuba that was also married. The two teachers got fired after being caught having sex on a boat.

My school was interesting

[quote]This was when roe vs wade was still legal

So you didn't graduate high school in the last 14 months? You're over 19? Got it.

R159

I wonder. A lot. There were 500 in my graduating class, and I find it hard to believe that I was the only gay kid. So I suspect there were others that were having sex and I have no idea why no one asked me. Maybe I wasn't attractive enough. But in the late 60s early 70s I'm not sure attractive was a requirement for sex.

I spent too much time trying to be straight, I guess. And I can't help but believe that at least one of the many boys that taunted me and called me queer and fairy and faggot were gay themselves.

I forgot about the suicides. One guy lulled himself and left a note saying he was stopping the cycle of suicides in his family. His mother and grandmother committed suicide.

Another guy was an asshole to everyone. He started mid-year sophomore year and his sister started junior year the same time. She was immediately popular, but he was just a dick. He could have coasted on her popularity easily. But he was mean to everyone. Even the most uncool kids shitted on him. He ended up eating lunch in the bathroom by himself because no one would let him sit at their table. He killed himself in senior year.

Our Latin teacher knocked up the head cheerleader. She left school and they got married. She was 16, and popped out 4 kids for him before divorcing him a decade later.

QED^

Now,, that’s Latin!

We had a couple of teen pregnancies too. Always so trashy and depressing. And there was a girl in my year who was involved with a 30-something man when she was 14, 15-years-old. The school wanted her fees (it was a co-ed boarding school) so they basically tolerated it. He was a real creep and very douchey who made my skin crawl. He came over with a tiny kitten once and I felt sorry for the kitten. It felt like he was using the kitten to try to groom underage girls.

Catholic High School. I can't compare with what I've read here, but...

Star Football Jock knocks up meek unattractive nice girl. Got married. It wasn't love. I don't even know why we thought it was scandalous, other than he was a real asshole and she was really nice (though very unattractive), and we suspected coercion or she had stars in her eyes and couldn't believe Star Football Jock was interested in her so she let him fuck her. This was 1971. I'm guessing she wasn't the only one he was fucking, but those were different times, and it was more unusual for people to be fucking than it is now when everyone in HS is fucking.

History teacher that was a friend and spent a lot of time around my house had an affair after i graduated, with a nun who then left her order, they got married, had a child, and last I heard were still together. All that time I was naively still wanting him to have an affair with ME, while my parents - it turns out - suspected that he was abusing me. I wish. The teacher, a female friend of mine, and I were like the Three Musketeers. Very close, considering he was a teacher and we were students. I think he knew I was gay and in love with him - or lust - because he gave me a Christmas present of a book by what I later learned was a gay author. Years later I also learned that all that time - before the nun and when I was hoping to have sex with him - he and the female part of the group of three had been fucking.

I am appalled that I was so naive and oblivious.

Math teacher, also a friend that we spent time with out of school - these male teachers were young and fresh out of college so the age difference was small - was sleeping with a very good friend of mine - female - in our Senior year. No regrets by either of them; they just moved on.

Gorgeous male religion teacher had an affair with a senior - female - they got married after she graduated and last I heard were still together.

We suspect the Principal - priest - was screwing around with women, but were never sure. He was late 20s and it was odd that someone so young was the Principal. It was a very new Catholic High School, and was very liberal.

Teachers were either nuns from one of two orders that taught, or assumed to be straight young males.

I would have had sex with any of those male teachers, but alas, they were straight and I knew no other gay students when I was in high school.

Truth is, I would have had sex with ANY male that was willing then. Instead I was living the wrong life with girlfriends.

Many regrets.

Oh, and it's not really an incident, but I should have added that at least - ten? or so - of the nuns that taught there left their orders and most all got married. This was within a year or two of my graduation.

[quote] while my parents - it turns out - suspected that he was abusing me. I wish.

LOL!

Bless you R207 I know what's it's like when you feel left out and no one wanted you. Maybe you made lost time back later?

R202 wow that's a huge class! We were like a hundred or so. I think I was considered 'pretty' and slim but never got any action. A couple of guys showed some interest when hormones first started to rage but I didn't know if they were serious and was too afraid to show much interest back in case it was a trick. Looking back I wish I had just gone for it!

It's lonely when you feel no one wants you

We had a girl commit suicide by jumping off our bridge. This would have been about 40 years ago. The bridge has been dismantled since, not because of this incident. It stood for many more years. It was an international bridge (Canada to U.S.) and humongous.

The worst thing that happened when I was in school wasn’t high school, but my freshman year of college. The dorm I lived in had two different wings, one for men, and one for women, so we all lived in the same building and interacted in the lobby but lived on different sides.

A sophomore, I think, disappeared, and was missing for quite a number of days, and the police had come out and interviewed her roommate and suitemates, including a freshman who I knew well and was in classes with.

One day, another friend asked out of the blue if I wanted a ride to Walmart, and when you’re a freshman without a car, a ride to Walmart is like a golden ticket to Willy Wonka‘s chocolate factory. So we are in the car on the way and she turns to me and says I wanted to get out of there, and I wanted you to come with me because they found her body. And the dorm is about to be swarmed with media and I don’t want to be there for it. I guess our classmate was told in advance, and had told her.

She was murdered by her ex-boyfriend, who was a police officer. And her body was found in his car covered in dirty laundry.

And not to sound insincere, because this was a tragedy, but we did all find out that that rumor that if your college roommate commits suicide or gets murdered, you’re automatically given all A’s in your classes… that’s not true. It was about two weeks before finals and her roommate and suitemates were all offered the opportunity to not finish the semester and have their classes removed from the record and retake them another semester, and the university would cover their tuition and housing. But none of them took them up on that offer. They all just finished the semester because they were so close.

I had never met the woman who was murdered. I didn’t know who she was until she went missing. But obviously, a lot of people I knew did know her and it was a very grim time.

(do college kids even still tell that rumor to one another these days? That if your roommate dies you get all A’s? Or was that just a my time thing?)

I posted earlier about a guy in my class who murdered a college professor with a hatchet. I knew him and his brothers from grammar school, and I had mentioned there was only one class per grade with about 30 kids per grade in our school. The year behind me had two murderers out of the ~30 students. One kid was crazy and was institutionalized. He murdered another resident in the institution. The other guy lived on my block and I knew him from age six. Ended up serving like 38 years. He just got out about three years ago. We're friends on facebook.

R213 Good plot for a movie.

[quote]The other guy lived on my block and I knew him from age six. Ended up serving like 38 years. He just got out about three years ago. We're friends on facebook.

Your Facebook friends with the college professor hatchet murderer? Do you guys live in the same city still? I don’t even have any Republican friends on Facebook. I think I’d be hard-pressed to accept a friend request from a possibly rehabilitated hatchet murderer.

Not the hatchet murderer. He was in my class. The FB friend was in the class behind me (not the crazy house guy). This is another murderer in that class. He came from a big family (eight kids) that lived on the other side of the block one of whom was in my grade. We used to walk to school together. He was involved in a murder (at age 24) and I THINK he may have killed someone in prison too, hence the long sentence. I was FB friends a couple of his brothers and I got a FB friend request from him. I don't live in that area anymore.

This was in the late '60s -- rumors were spreading that our PE teacher/football/wrestling coach was dating Carol Doda, one of the topless dancers in San Francisco.

I now know two male teachers in middle school were partnered. One was definitely gay and the other we all guessed about. We had no idea they were together. They shared a house, I discovered. They’re still together after 50 years.

R215 it was a movie, starring gorgeous hotties!

This really shy girl named Carrie had her period...and she didn't even know what was happening!

The really hot biology teacher got caught fucking the school's big-boobed slut in his car in the parking lot after hours.

But this was in 1980, so instead of firing the teacher, the school just reassigned him as the boys' gym teacher.

R222 How big do the boobs have to be before it becomes a crime?

9th grade biology teacher was selling weed to students. Circa 1982, inner city Catholic boys high school.

[quote]9th grade biology teacher was selling weed to students. Circa 1982, inner city Catholic boys high school.

Well, teachers aren’t paid enough, so I’ll give him a pass.

A male math teacher was fired for being handsy with some female students. It was all kept VERY quiet, never made the news etc. Back in the 90s it was still possible for that kind of thing to be handled in a hush-hush kind of way. Today, it would be all over social media.

The teacher was in his 40s and was always creepy and gross, it didn't come as a surprise to me that he was a perv.

This nerd got caught sticking his dick in an apple pie...

after we told him that "third base" feels like a warm applie pie.

Southeastern Wisconsin, early 70s: Some woman proclaimed herself a witch and attracted legions of corn-fed high school boys to her apartment to hang out and drink, do rituals, and fuck. Was discovered our senior year. She was evicted from apartment and probably ridden out of town on a rail, so to speak. Some parents got litigious, since it involved minors. I'm sure lots of hush money got exchanged: the participants cut across all jock/stoner/nerd lines. Rich kids, poor kids. It was quite scandalous for the time.

We had a male student teacher who taught chemistry. He was short, quiet, and very nerdy. His quietness and non-energetic style was really not an ideal candidate to be put in front of a class of male hs students. Well, at the end of the year he left and got a job at a neighboring public hs. A few months later we read that he had been arrested. Apparently, what he had done is, because he really had no friends, he would invite some of his male students over for a pot party. The only catch is that they had to be naked. He didn't molest them, just wanted to see them naked and this was his way of " making friends." I really felt sorry for him and thought, " If he had invited me over when he was here I would have gone and even had sex with him." I was sure he was a virgin. I never found out what the resolution of his case was.

R229 was he cute?

I was 99% sure that two brothers who were 15 months apart in age (the younger one was in my class) were intimate with each other on a regular basis. I was friends with the younger one and hung out with both of them all the time, we lived in the same neighborhood. They were very VERY close, their relationship seemed much more than just "brotherly" to me. They were both hot blonde jocks and I used to think about having a threesome with them when I jerked off.

Unfortunately, I never worked up the nerve to test my theory.

Kathy Hall in 1970 got knocked up and her mother forced her to have the baby....Kathy herself was only 14 at the time

He mother was the obnoxious hall monitor in our school. If she caught you smoking in the bathroom, no mercy. She would drag your ass down to the main office where the principal who immediately called your parents.

So we were gleeful that Mrs Hall had to live in shame ….Kathy had twins

There were so many drunk driving accidents when the drinking age was still 18.

In senior year i learnt that the " hot" young teacher was having sex with all the wild girls

One of the female teachers was cheating on her husband with another male teacher

Another older female teacher was very close with one ofnthe girls, very seemingly inappropriate relationship. She invited her to her cottage/ cabin one weekend. Who knows what happened but everyone was talking about it Monday Morning

I had a teacher who used to wipe her vagina with tissue right infront of the classroom. She hid behind the chalkboard(it was the 80s) but we could all see her legs spread and she dumped the tissue in the trash. Very traumatizing stuff

Three girls in my class got pregnant senior year. At graduation they walked across the stage visibly pregnant to get their diplomas. Little queen that I was, I thought it was so, so trashy.

Two hot jocks had a threesome with a girl and allegedly did things with each other in between fucking her. The image of that gave me jerk off material for a long time.

[quote]I had a teacher who used to wipe her vagina with tissue right infront of the classroom. She hid behind the chalkboard(it was the 80s) but we could all see her legs spread and she dumped the tissue in the trash. Very traumatizing stuff

"Gosh, I hope I don't have Ms. Cheryl for English this semester."

My history teacher hired three of us boys to work for him at a summer job on the beach. It was my first job, and we were all 15. I learned about serving food to tourists and how to count change and clean, and I ate for free. As the summer wore on, he said progressively more and more lewd things to us, talking about his dick a lot, and asked questions about our dicks. By the end of the summer he asked us to meaaure our dicks in front of him. The other boys did, but I got creeped out and quit. When school started again , I reported him to the principal, who called the teacher into his office and made me repeat the story in front of him. As humiliating and intimidating as it was, I did just that.

Nothing came of it. He didn't lose his job.

A few years later, after I had graduated, I learned that he was eventually fired for molesting a boy in his classroom, where he was caught. I was glad he was finally gone, but I was so angry that it took several incidents for them to finally fire him. All the boys he messed up...

His name was Dick Sweeney. I'm not protecting his name.

R71: was this your high school?

A girl got hit by a javelin which pierced her neck. She lived. A kid also fell from the top of the gymnasium onto the hardwood, two stories down after some rope climbing activity. I may be conflating with another person’s HS story but I seem to remember something about a student getting hit and killed by a car in the car park?

[quote]I had a teacher who used to wipe her vagina with tissue right infront of the classroom. She hid behind the chalkboard(it was the 80s) but we could all see her legs spread and she dumped the tissue in the trash. Very traumatizing stuff

[quote]"Gosh, I hope I don't have Ms. Cheryl for English this semester."

That's a DIRTY LIE!

(I NEVER wipe my pussy!)

Also how could I forget, the 16 years daughter of the school counsel or jumped off an overpass into traffic and was killed. She text her mother to say she was on the bridge and her mother told her to wait there as she raced to the scene but the girl had already jumped.

This fucked me up for weeks

Excuse me, *16 year old *counsellor

R237 But was Dick Sweeney hot?

Yeah, how big was Dick’s weenie?

Dick Long.

R222 what did the biology teacher look like?

-R236- omg!!! Dick's Weenie (eventually) got him in deep doo-doo, didn't it!?

Our Drama teacher would take the male members of the productions to the basement of our school late at night for "initiation ceremonies" into the drama club. He was caught and fired on the spot.

Mrs. Haberman had a nervous habit of rubbing her tits (inside her bra) and then smelling her fingers. As if we didn't notice it and talk about it.

R246 He was very hot. Tall, built, handsome as hell. All the girls (and gay boys) had crushes on him.

I have no doubt the school slut, Cindy, initiated the seduction. She was such a whore.

I actually looked her up on Facebook not long ago. She still looks like a trashy cunt.

[quote][R229] was he cute?

I'm usually very attracted to "nerdy" types. The glasses and the aura of inexperience particularly attract me. However, he was not unattractive to me, but totally devoid of personality; the type that had great difficulty communicating , and addled with a terrible self-image. So, despite the fact that he was interestingly attractive, his personality was a turn-off; but, being the horny teen, I would have fucked him. I also found out that three of my classmates had gone to his pot parties. They said he was creepy, ogling all of the naked boys, but the pot was really good, so they didn't mind.

R251 did he lay washable seat covers ahead of these soirées to avoid any unsightly stains from young men who failed to vigorously wipe?

He was a chemistry teacher, so maybe he wanted to study the specimens to determine their chemical properties.

My guidance counselor was not only gay, but had a massive Black queen as his partner. It all came out when big Black queen came to school one day and started a domestic dispute over lily-white guidance counselor cheating on him. I marched with said queen in a Gay Pride parade in the late 1970's. He had broken his ankle and was being pushed in his wheelchair by a ferocious bull dyke. Protestors were chanting hate-speech in front of St. Pat's, (this was when the parade started in Central Park and marched down Fifth). Terry got so angry he started screaming "I wish I wasn't in this chair!". Bull Dyke responded, "But you are in the chair, Blanche, ya are".

R254 did you blow either of them?

R197 You whore for grades.

R255-Why would I? The guidance counselor was more than twice my age. Or didn't you go to high school?

In the late 60s, one of our (very good looking) male history teachers was compelled to enter the dunk tank at the school festival. He was wearing white pants. When he came back up from the dunk, everyone could see his wasn't wearing underwear. He had a thick cock, egg-shaped balls and a massive bush. He got out of the tank right away.

He needed to attend the following month's school board meeting. He was a fantastic teacher, the parents did not appreciate the school board putting him in an embarrassing situation at the meeting. One parent said he was pressured to go into the tank, and the purpose was to raise money for the school district. What was he to do? The school board could not act.

We students all knew it happened. Some of them went into graphic detail of what they saw. One of our biology teachers pointed out we men all look the same, there are no surprises there. He also said the human body was not sexual in nature.

I was one of his favorite students. I thought about approaching him to let him know I supported him, but I later figured it would not help the situation.

Today, some people would run him out of town if it happened. At least adults were more pragmatic in the 60s.

R258 did you get a glimpse of his big one?

[quote]One of our biology teachers pointed out we men all look the same, there are no surprises there. He also said the human body was not sexual in nature.

They should have fired that teacher!

NO, R260, there should have been a lab experiment, just as there is for every lesson. All of the boys should have stood in a circle, taken off all their clothes, and seen if all men look the same. Then, just to prove they do or don't, the erection comparison should have come next.

One of my good friend—great girl but kind of a plain Jane who blossomed in adulthood.

She had a massive crush for years in the most handsome guy in school. He had a girlfriend—cheerleader—throughout high school. But he leveraged my friend’s infatuation to give him almost daily blowjobs in an empty classroom. She was a nice girl—and a virgin—with low-self esteem who mistook his 15 minute attention as affection. He would bother to acknowledge her except at blowjob time.

Fast forward to our 10 year reunion. He approached her and apologized for his behavior. He was now balding and paunchy. He told her the only reason he was at the reunion was to tell her this: “I look a lot worse than I did then but I’m a much better person. How I treated you was unforgivable but I hope you know that what I did had nothing to do with your worth. It had everything to do with my low character.”

I heard the whole thing. It was obvious he had rehearsed the speech. She told him the experience taught her a lot about herself and led her to therapy, which turned her life around. They wished each other well and he left the party.

This was well before social media so he had to tell her in person rather by message.

It truly meant the world to her that he acknowledge his behavior and apologized.

R262, If she enjoyed giving him those blow jobs years ago, then I don’t see the need for an apology.

They each got what they wanted at the time.

R263

I'm guessing you don't know much about psychology. Or people. Or women.

Jesus, R263. She went to therapy over it. Even the guy acknowledged that he exploited her low self-esteem.

What is wrong with you? Have YOU considered therapy?

R264/R265, If everyone who ever had an unrequited or toxic relationship had to seek professional therapy, then that’s all we would be doing.

If the girl in question had to seek therapy, then she must have had other issues going on.

Two high school age students had a one sided relationship.

Shocker!

Like it hasn’t happened to everyone.

R266 Oh please, as if you can't understand that this guy cared nothing for her and was just using her for bjs. He himself admitted it to her.

R266, you did not turn out okay. Something is broken in you to make you feel this way. I hope you find some internal peace and clarity someday. Please consider therapy.

[quote]If the girl in question had to seek therapy, then she must have had other issues going on.

She did: she had low self esteem. Like a lot of people, especially teenagers in high school.

Do you really think you walk around the earth engaging with people day after day and you don't have "other issues going on?" Other issues that are readily apparent to those of us who come in contact with you?

That girl sounds like a dumb fag for needing therapy.

R268, MARY!!!

R262 that's a sweet story. I'm guessing your friend went to therapy for low self-esteem and perhaps some other things which made her an easy mark for sexploitation?

Hope they are both doing well

[quote]Like it hasn’t happened to everyone.

r266 It clearly happened to you. Likely multiple times. And now you're fucked up and dead inside. I get it, that shit can harden a person. I'm the same way. But at least I know that what happened to me turned me into a miserable asshole like yourself.

R237 here.

No, Dick Sweeney was not hot. He was a 60 year old short fat guy with an alcoholic face.

R273 is seriously deranged.

r275 Based on what? The fact that I called out r266 on their obvious projection and bullshit? Hm.

Oh, wait, r275. You are r266.

Well, a hit dog does always holler.

R277, Time for your nap, snowflake.

R272 I’m R262 she’s doing great. We’re in our 50s now. I’ve known her since nursery school. She’s truly special: smart, creative, fun, kind.

We grew up in a pretty wealthy suburb. Very few divorced parents. Her parents had a one-night stand in high school and she was the result. She was raised by her grandparents. So she really stood out in a community of intact families.

And then in 4th grade her grandfather left her grandmother for his secretary. It was a mess. But her grandma was awesome and beloved in the community.

It was no wonder she was desperate for make affection. It truly was incredible that the guy apologized to her at our reunion. Obviously weighed on him over all those years.

She lives in La Jolla now. Successful interior designer. I visited her annually. Great girl.

R279, Does she still like to suck cock?

I reported Dawn Davenport for being gross. She ended up in the electric chair!

r278 At least I don't have to self-medicate to fall asleep. How's the alcoholism, dear?

R279 glad to hear it. Can be tough getting over difficult stuff from our early years but great she (and the jock) recognised they needed to change so they don't keep on repeating mistakes.

This thread is interesting to me as secondary school has been more on my mind (weirdly) for the last couple of weeks, and it's been over 16 years since I was there!

When I was in middle school, I attended a summer camp staffed by one of the local teachers. He was a popular teacher - the kind of person that connected with kids without being patronizing or immature. A couple of years later, one kid accused of molestation & then there were multiple accusations about how he'd used the rather isolated camp environment to molest kids. He was released on bail, but went home & shot himself.

My mom was outraged - she liked & trusted the guy, but I was like that character on It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia - why didn't he hit on me? I totally would have!

There appears to be a lot of made up stories all written by the same person on this thread.

A friend was riding her bike across the street and got hit by a car. I was told that her head it the base of the light pole. Her mother was an EMT and she responded to the call. They said the wail she let out could be heard for miles.

Not HS but HS-adjacent. A cute, popular, blonde HS cheerleader set herself on fire when she came home from Thanksgiving break. She went to CA for college and realized she wasn't THE cute, popular, blonde cheerleader anymore.

I've shared several of these before on the DL but what the hell......

We had a pair of married teachers - he looked like a weird perv and she was beautiful. As it turned out, she'd posed nude for a men's magazine (I believe it was Oui) some years earlier, and now taught Spanish in our HS. Every so often a student would find the issue with her and bring it in. The classic trick that happened several times was that someone would tape the centerfold onto the projection screen. She'd see it, cry out and run out of the room.

We also had a pair of brothers who taught in our HS. They were French and Italian and handsome, in sort of a weird mustachioed French/Italian Ned Flanders/Ted Lasso way. Brother #1 (the more Sicilian looking one, tall and with very visible VPL) had a yen for fucking senior brunette girls with big knockers. Brother #2 (the more French looking one, with a bushy mustache) liked redheads and, occasionally, getting sucked by femme gay boys. I wasn't femme enough to qualify but was told a few years later by a fellow gay student, who also told me he was uncut and had an enormous foreskin. Brother #1 knocked up the brunette he porked in our class and they got married.

One of the classes near me (year before or after) had a catfucker. Yes, a male student fucked his cat (or tried to). Clearly he had mental issues. His name was Adam and he became known as Catam. If he spoke in class, someone would inevitably "meow" and the entire class would roar with laughter. I don't remember him graduating. Very weird but also hilarious when you're in a room full of 17 year olds.

Bonus memory: our 4 foot 11 Russian teacher, an elderly woman with a thick Russian accent, when the boys played the "Mike Hunt" trick on her. Seeing this woman waving a note in the air, repeating "Where? Is? My? Cunt?" over and over was hilarious. Even the other teachers could not keep a straight face.

(It's amazing I can remember any/all of this - I was severely bullied and spent about 50 percent of my senior year school time cruising at the nearest mall, trying to hook up with married men. It was a legit miracle that I graduated.)

R286 what happened to the girl on the bike?

.....

R286. Pepperdine or USC?!

I went to a conservative Baptist boarding school in the middle of nowhere (it was an hour's drive to the nearest McDonald's). Most of the faculty lived right off campus in townhouses and mobile homes provided by the school. With all those repressed Christians clumped together in isolation, there were frequent and steady acts of debauchery performed, all instigated by Satan's temptations, of course.

One story that comes to mind is the math teacher (female, fresh out of Bible college) who was super close with a tall, gangly starter on the varsity basketball team. Most people were charmed by their friendship, but some whispered that they were more than friends. The pair denied it vehemently.

That spring the teacher asked maintenance to come to her home and fix a clogged toilet. The worker struggled with the clog for much longer than the job should take. When he finally defeated the clog, his efforts were rewarded by a spectacular geyser of used condoms exploding from the bowl. Having lived in the church bubble all their lives and never receiving either sex ed or street smarts, the naive couple never learned condoms shouldn't be flushed.

The teacher was allowed to finish the remaining few weeks of school, but didn't return the following term. The boy remained in school and graduated the following year.

[quote]We had a pair of married teachers - he looked like a weird perv and she was beautiful. As it turned out, she'd posed nude for a men's magazine (I believe it was Oui) some years earlier, and now taught Spanish in our HS. Every so often a student would find the issue with her and bring it in. The classic trick that happened several times was that someone would tape the centerfold onto the projection screen. She'd see it, cry out and run out of the room.

I laughed my ass off at this. Thank you for sharing!

We had a male Social Studies teacher who was in his late twenties and hot as hell. I mean he could've been a model he was so good looking. Turns out he was having a sexual relationship with a female student. Of course he was immediately fired and arrested. He didn't serve any jail time and to this day I have no idea why.

I used to think about him while jerking off so many times, he had a big round perfect ass and always wore tight fitting pants.

R293 Back in the day, you'd read about DA's not following through with a court case if the student-victim was unwilling to cooperate or didn't want to testify in court. Sometimes it was even parents who didn't want to put their teenager through it. Other times, you'd read about some kind of out of court plea bargain being made, where the offending teacher would agree to plead guilty to a lesser charge. This would more than likely involve losing their ability to teach; plus, they'd probably be under some kind of house arrest or suspended sentence for a period of time, which meant no actual prison time, as long as they stayed out of trouble.

[quote] His name was Adam and he became known as Catam. If he spoke in class, someone would inevitably "meow" and the entire class would roar with laughter. I don't remember him graduating. Very weird but also hilarious when you're in a room full of 17 year olds.

It’s also hilarious when you are middle aged and home alone on a Friday. Catam. I love that.

One of my middle school math teachers is *in this video. The news spread throughout the school like wildfire. The next thing we know, we had a new math teacher and she was nowhere to be found. To this day, no one knows if she got fired or quit.

* = No, she's not Jessica Rabbit.

R234 That does sound traumatizing. But one technical question. Was the blackboard freestanding? Like in some movies? Our blackboards were all attached to the walls.

“I had a teacher who used to wipe her vagina with tissue right infront of the classroom. She hid behind the chalkboard(it was the 80s) but we could all see her legs spread and she dumped the tissue in the trash. Very traumatizing stuff

R262 And his name was not Brett Kavanaugh.

R279 You are doling out way too much info on your friend. People’s identities have been found with much less information.

There was a boy named Luka in my class. He also lived on the second floor of my building, in the unit right above mine. I used to hear things up there late at night. One day a teacher noticed a bruise on his face and Luka said he was clumsy and had walked into a door. Turns out he was severely abused by one (or both) of his parents.

R286 self-immolation is très hardcore.

R286 That happened to my youngest and I subsequently opened a chain of chicken & waffle restaurants.

R258 This guy needed to explain to the school board what? Why he exposed himself? How ridiculous and puritanical. And yes, he would have been fired today and probably arrested for public lewdness.

On another note, I’m assuming this was a festival held in June/at the end of the school year?

I’ve posted this before in an older thread, high school PE teacher was in Play Girl. Once word got out, he was let go.

R238, ;).

R304 name please!

R304 Did you have surprise, anal?

In my junior year of hs, there was a senior who was going to go to college to be an actor. I had a bit of a crush on him, although he didn't know who I was. Anyway, he was starring in a local theater production of "Equus" as Alan. I knew about the play and that there was male nudity in the professional productions, so I went. It was a very small theater of about 150 seats with the audience sitting on three sides. My heart was pounding throughout the entire play as I wondered if he was going to get naked. The sex scene started and he stripped to briefs, displaying a very nice body. A bit into the scene, voila! Off came the briefs and he continued the entire next how many minutes totally naked. I thought I would cum right there, as I tried my hardest to burn the image of his naked body into my mind. Anyway, word got out that he was performing naked and was the talk of the school, some saying that he should be expelled. I felt really sorry for him, but he was defiant. He was called into the principal's office where he got the official support of the administration; I was somewhat shocked. I still recall the moment that he dropped the briefs, and I learned that several of the gay boys in the school went to see the show after me. But, for a couple days, I was very fearful for him and his relationship with his classmates.

R194 Kathy Ireland? I don’t know her.

R304, ?

R116 Is this “a friend of a friend’s brother’s” story? Or a cautionary tale shared on Facebook?

R39 “The host got in big trouble with his parents, they decided not to pay for his college.”

I’ll bet that taught him!

R308 what was his dick like? Did he make it as an actor?

Back in the 1960s, the hot young Italian gym teacher used to shower with us after every class. Muscular, hairy and very well hung, he was sex on a stick.

He became engaged to the virginal Irish Algebra teacher, who was absolutely giddy about their upcoming wedding.

We found it amusing that we knew what she’d be getting on the wedding night before she did.

[quote][R308] what was his dick like? Did he make it as an actor?

He had a thin frame, but very well-toned body, which he often displayed on stage in our hs productions. When the shorts came off, the first thing I noticed was his very neatly trimmed bush. His dick was cut and pretty average sized, but his stage movements made it flop all over. I must admit that I stared at it, not paying attention to what was going on. As a sixteen-yr old, I immediately erected and had to put my hands on my lap for fear of being seen. He is now a staple at professional regional theater shows and is married to a guy who also was in our hs shows. I know his husband is well-endowed, because I used to see him in the shower after gym class.

Wow R315 did you know either were gay when you were in school? Were they nice people in HS or aloof?

Wow? A description of just two hi school dicks merits a wow? That’s very low hangin’….um, fruit.

R316, they were very outgoing. We had suspicions they were gay, but they had so many girls hanging around them, it was hard to comprehend.

R314 And did you youthful swishes actually use the word “amusing” as you slinked about like Sebastian Flyte with his Teddy Bear?

R315 The entire marketing strategy for Take Me Out…

“I must admit that I stared at it, not paying attention to what was going on.”

Senior year in high school, Dallas suburbs, there was a very popular girl who was on the drill team, friendly, well-liked, probably nominated homecoming queen. You know the type. It was the mid-80’s, and she had a deep tan, tons of makeup, white lipstick, meticulous manicure, and long hair that she curled the ends of every morning, and wispy bangs. It was also frosted several shades of blond. She used to sit ahead of me in one class so I always checked out her basic but fashionable looks, which she clearly spent a lot of time on. She had a very loud, extroverted personality.

Suddenly she was out of school for a few days. Then when she returned, she showed up to school with a strange hairstyle. One whole side of her head had the hair shaved off, like with clippers, and the rest, including the bangs, had been left alone and was still very long and curled with a curling iron. She was dressed “punk/new wave” (sort of) to match the weird hairstyle. But it made no sense. The hair looked bizarre and ridiculous, and the fashion look seemed hastily assembled. Our school had a whole clique of punk and new wave kids (myself included) that she didn’t know or ever talk to. None of us had such an extreme hairstyle (one guy had a Mohawk). Her popular cheerleader friends rallied around her like nothing was wrong. Rumors were: her hair got caught in a blender, she was attacked, cancer, she was in a medical experiment, she cut it off herself in a mental breakdown. Whatever had happened everyone agreed the “punk” fashions were trying to cover up something weird that had happened to her hair (plus, why not just cut the rest shorter and blend it in?) Soon she stopped wearing the new wave clothes and her curly locks were just brushed over the buzzed half, which looked even weirder. She carried on as popular as ever.

Then one day she wasn’t in school, then a whole week. This was all in the spring of senior year so the end of school was near. She was a senior. Weeks later a lot of popular kids were going class to class with a giant card for everyone to sign, because she was sick in the hospital and needed cheering up. Ohh… maybe it was cancer? Nope.

We later heard through the grapevine she wasn’t exactly in the hospital. She had been admitted to Timberlawn. Back then in Dallas in the 80’s Timberlawn was where rich parents sent their troubled teenagers to get off drugs or to be locked in straight jackets because they were crazy or cutting themselves or were suicidal. It turns out she had cut all her hair off (or half) during an “episode” and her and her parents gave her a punk look to cover it up. She never returned to school, and wasn’t at graduation.

You can see her in the yearbook, pictures of her on the drill team, smiling with all her friends. The I-went-crazy-and-cut-my-hair-off part is never acknowledged.

Decades later I looked her up and she was still living in Texas and looked totally different. Definitely looked like a lesbian.

The soccer team at my high school flew to Seattle for a tournament, but they never made it. Their plane crashed in the Canadian wilderness. The coaches died, and they were in the woods for 19 months. When they were rescued there were only 8 left alive.

Rumor is they ate each other.

I should clarify that it was the GIRLS soccer team.

Our perverted band director took all of the girls' measurements for uniforms himself, in his closed office. When I was a junior, the the boys who were elected as senior class officers all got the girls who were elected senior class officers pregnant!

Reading through threads like this it's no wonder American society doesn't trust male teachers. Seriously, if I had a kid I wouldn't want them near one.

321 Weird story!

R310, no. San Diego somewhere around 1976-78. He was straight too. I think he really wanted to be an actor.

This was in the late '70s, probably 1978. A woman was murdered in her house a few subdivisions away and a girl in my algebra class was bragging that it happened right next store to her house.

A day later, the police arrested her teenage brother for doing it and she never returned to school again.

R322 Our girls tennis teams and swim teams ate each other.

But in the Jodie Foster way, not in the Donner Party way.

The main building at my HS burned down my freshman year. It was scheduled to be demolished but still in use. Old wiring in a storage area used for drama props sparked it. Fire dept let it burn.

Cheerleaders getting pregnant like clockwork. Most had abortions, a few left school and had their babies.

Our school had a rite of spring every year between Hispanic and white kids. Spring of my senior year a nerd got jumped in the bathroom by 5 Hispanic guys. He was beaten pretty badly. Emboldened, they did it again, but this time it was the captain of the football team, who beat the shit out of all of them. It turned into a bigger event with adults involved, and school was cancelled for a couple days because emotions were so high

Funny ones: the prisspot school librarian, who would report kids kissing on campus was caught walking out of the janitors closet with paper towels, messed up hair, and her skirt tucked into her panty hose. A few minutes later the vice principal walked out. They were middle aged, so we were all more grossed out that old people had sex. Plus leverage if anyone needed it.

A classmate in my human anatomy class was a pathological liar. Had, or a family member had every disease brought up in class. One day we all peed in cups to test our urine as a diabetic would. Liar gets called to the main office, which was a setup by the teacher. Teacher replaces his cup with colored sugar water so he’ll test off the charts for diabetes. Liar comes back to class, office said they hadn’t called him, tests his ‘urine’ and of course freaks out. We were all complicit and acted shocked. Then the teacher walks over drinks the cup of sugar water and says yeah, that does seem pretty sweet. We all laughed, then the liar passed out. But the story got around, and it did curb the story telling. We didn’t know our teacher had it in him!

“…was caught walking out of the janitors closet with paper towels, messed up hair, and her skirt tucked into her panty hose.”

Everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end.

Tobey the cheerleader told the basketball team that if they won the county championship she'd give them each a blow job. They won. Tobey ended up In the hospital getting her stomach pumped. I'll stop the story here, and not mention that 3/4 gallon was involved.

Tobey should have read Jacqueline Susanne and learned about sending everything to the little area below her bottom teeth. Spit and repeat.

R304, as shown at R310, Lou Zivkovich was fired because he posed nude for Playgirl. The story doesn't end there. His students and their parents protested the school board's decision. They claimed there is nothing wrong with seeing a human body. After much pressure, the school board reinstated him.

Another look at Mr. Zivkovich's body.

He was stunning.

My junior high phys ed teacher looked like him, much shorter and a lot furrier. I have very fond (and well traveled) memories of seeing him in the shower.

I think that story of having your stomach pumped for drinking jizz is a lie. A dozen guys' seed would not even be equal to a cup.

It happened to Rod Stewart, so why couldn’t it happen to a cheerleader? ;)

R338 And Peter Frampton. And Andy Gibb. Interestingly, no one ever said that about Elton John and Freddie Mercury.

Not Frampton. Only because he was dead ;)

I beat the shit out of a bully and was on tenterhooks for days waiting to get suspended, but because I was high achieving and usually very well behaved (and nobody likes bullies) nothing ever happened.

R341 Good!👍 I HATE bullies!

R341 what caused you to beat them up?

He was bullying smaller kids and I didn't like it. One day I saw him doing it again off school grounds so I beat him up.

[quote] I think that story of having your stomach pumped for drinking jizz is a lie. A dozen guys' seed would not even be equal to a cup.

Even if it was 100 guys’ semen, why would you need your stomach pumped? At some point you’d vomit.

It's the cum poisoning, R345!

Cum poisoning? I think that's a myth.

I tend to think of cum poisoning as the reason that people sometimes make really bad decisions when they are really horny - especially if they are also drinking. A friend of mine was especially prone to this. I would say to him - you have cum poisoning, and aren't thinking clearly - go jack off, then re-evaluate whether or not you want to:

cheat on your boyfriend

go to the bathhouse "just to watch"

invite a rando from Craigslist over to jack off for you/murder you

meow 🐈

Good job R344!👍

R344 was he also handsome in a rugged way, and following the ass-whooping he broke down and admitted he was a bully because his dad is a mean drunk and his mother left them? Then you and he begin a torrid affair right there in the fields beyond the hockey pitch?

This Lou Zivkovich, R304?

Mmm, me likey...

Lou Z is so hot!

I grew up in the "rust belt" around so many men whose families had immigrated somewhere in the generations before....and that was what so many of the adult men looked like when I was in my teen years. Just beautiful.

My high school p.e. teacher looked a lot like Lou. I was able to catch a glimpse of him in an issue that was left on a table in a bookstore. I was astounded at how much my teacher resembled him, my teacher always had a bit of chest hair in his collar. From that point forward, I saw Lou's hairy body on my teacher for the next three years. I came a lot when I returned home from school.

Lou Zivkovich today . . .

I went to a small town rural school in the 80s. On one graduation night, three of the most popular guys (football stars, etc.) were driving home from a party around 2-3 am. They had all been drinking. The driver fell asleep and they crashed. The two passengers died on scene. The driver survived. Not sure what ever happened to him. A few years later, my brother’s friend hanged himself. Part of me always wondered if it’s because he was gay. He was a jock and well liked, but was never interested in girls even though quite a few threw themselves at him. I always wished I knew and could have somehow talked to him about it.

Based on the facts in Lou's centerfold, he is now 82 years old.

R357, Lou graduated high school in 1957.

A 19 yo kid knocked up his 16yo girlfriend and was pulled into a shotgun wedding with her. It was illegal to get married in our state but legal next door so the wedding was at a church 20 feet into the other state's border. (I played piano for the wedding; the processional was, I shit you not, "Music Box Dancer."

They're still happily married btw.

A handsome, very likeable guy showed up at our small private high school as Junior...

but no one knew why his family moved to our town from a much larger city

It turned out her had gotten multiple girls pregnant at his previous high school, and his parents decided he needed a "fresh start"

A family with three hot sons moved to our town and started at our school, which caused a lot of excitement...

but the family skipped town in the middle of the night after their father, who had been the operator of a local cemetary, stole the endowment for the ongoing maintenance of that cemetary

[quote]They're still happily married btw.

"They're still married btw."

One of my classmates was absent from school for a couple of days. His father was the head of the local mafia and had been blown up in his car. We had no idea that it was his father. The kid and his family went into hiding c for several days until the guilty man was found.

It's always very tragic when a car accident happens in HS, especially when someone is killed.

A friend of mine was the driver in an accident - he'd had his license for only a few weeks and was taking a friend home from the movies on a country road. (I was supposed to go along and would have been in the back seat.)

He wasn't very familiar with that rural road and it wasn't well lit, and the car flipped over, which killed the passenger.

It didn't reverberate so much in our HS as we were all sort of quiet gay nerds and not very popular, but we were also in a youth group together, and that became an ongoing drama for that group.

It irrevocably changed a lot of us, especially my friend who drove the car......always happy go lucky before that. No way something like that doesn't change a person.

Did you give him a fresh start?

Of course. He really was a cool kid and did a lot of work with special ed. kids in the area, which is why we were so surprised at his dad's occupation.

I ached to give some of the guys at my HS a "fresh start."

There was a geometry teacher in our high school (his name was J. Love), who was fucking around with several female students. He even showed up for my surprise 16th birthday party with one of those teacher's pets. My mother asked him how old his pretty young daughter was. It got embarrassing really fast. The school superintendent got wind of it, and came to his classroom one morning and fired him on the spot.

QED.

None whatsoever. Zero. Zilch. Nada. And whoever says otherwise is wrong. Brigitte was strictly my French teacher.

The seventh grade science teacher was arrested for selling pot in the YMCA parking lot.

Beloved Married Art teacher died of AIDS related illness. Closeted but I knew in my gay heart he was a MO.

Wasn't overly exciting at the time but looking back Prince Andrew coming to visit probably counts.

I was friends with the goth "bad girls" in my high school. They wrote a hit list consisting of their high school enemies in Sharpie on one of the bathroom walls. This was around the time of Columbine so the FBI was immediately involved and interviewed anyone that could've been involved. Nothing came of it and those two goth assholes got away with it.

There was a student so stupid (retard -o-rama) that at the tender age of 22 his dad finally bribed his son's way to graduation by paying for the school's new gym. As Tard-o strode up to the principal he presented him with an expensive cigar. The two then wandered around campus smoking their dual cigars.

These stories make me glad to be out of school. So much suffering, misery, hatred, meanness. For what? Insecurity. Shame.

This was junior high but there was a rumor that a popular girl had sex with her brother. They would tease the girl until she cried in class. The brother seemed to do okay but he wasn't all that bright.