Our seniors got to go to Disneyland for Grad Night. Someone ended up taking way too much acid on Small World, crawled off the ride, and sat in a corner in fetal position until someone came and got him. My old high school is no longer allowed to go to Disneyland for grad night.
I think our cheerleading team was banned from regionals after throwing a mattress out a hotel room the following year
so on our school trips, in order to somehow prevent fucking, they would have the chaperones put a lil bit of tape on the outside of the doors. kind of like the TV “put a hair on the windowsill to see if someone came in the window” bullshit, theoretically the tape would either break or they wouldn’t be able to re-tape the tape if they left their hotel room after curfew. My room was right next to the chaperones. One night, after being tired of the ridiculous extra rules they were adding to the trip to account for Mike (a well-behaved student who the head chaperone just did not like) I went around to all the rooms with students, took the tape off, and taped the chaperones in. Apparently there was too much tape and they were unable to open the door the next morning. Oopsie poopsie!
that was one of the more minor incidents (the chaperones thought it was hilarious, so i didn’t tell them Mike helped) we had. I’m not telling what I got up to that night.
on the only overnight school trip i ever went on, Zach was taking too long in the shower and Garrett shouted at the bathroom “if you don’t hurry up i will shit in a bag”. we laughed it off but then he went to the minifridge, grabbed Zach’s lunchbag, squeezed himself into the little coat closet, did his business & left without a word.
weed was pretty endemic on our highschool campus. it wasn’t unusual at all to take a bathroom break during class and see someone zonked out and sitting against the wall in the hallway waiting for something to pass. i still have zero gauge on how much schools vary on this stuff: tell that experience to one friend and they’ll say “sounds like highschool”, tell it to a different friend and they’ll ask “what the hell kind of a school did you go to?” i’m sort of thinking it’s less “did your school have a drug problem” and more “did you notice the drug problem” at this point.
Our seniors got to go to Disneyland for Grad Night. Someone ended up taking way too much acid on Small World, crawled off the ride, and sat in a corner in fetal position until someone came and got him. My old high school is no longer allowed to go to Disneyland for grad night.
I think our cheerleading team was banned from regionals after throwing a mattress out a hotel room the following year
so on our school trips, in order to somehow prevent fucking, they would have the chaperones put a lil bit of tape on the outside of the doors. kind of like the TV “put a hair on the windowsill to see if someone came in the window” bullshit, theoretically the tape would either break or they wouldn’t be able to re-tape the tape if they left their hotel room after curfew. My room was right next to the chaperones. One night, after being tired of the ridiculous extra rules they were adding to the trip to account for Mike (a well-behaved student who the head chaperone just did not like) I went around to all the rooms with students, took the tape off, and taped the chaperones in. Apparently there was too much tape and they were unable to open the door the next morning. Oopsie poopsie!
that was one of the more minor incidents (the chaperones thought it was hilarious, so i didn’t tell them Mike helped) we had. I’m not telling what I got up to that night.
on the only overnight school trip i ever went on, Zach was taking too long in the shower and Garrett shouted at the bathroom “if you don’t hurry up i will shit in a bag”. we laughed it off but then he went to the minifridge, grabbed Zach’s lunchbag, squeezed himself into the little coat closet, did his business & left without a word.
weed was pretty endemic on our highschool campus. it wasn’t unusual at all to take a bathroom break during class and see someone zonked out and sitting against the wall in the hallway waiting for something to pass. i still have zero gauge on how much schools vary on this stuff: tell that experience to one friend and they’ll say “sounds like highschool”, tell it to a different friend and they’ll ask “what the hell kind of a school did you go to?” i’m sort of thinking it’s less “did your school have a drug problem” and more “did you notice the drug problem” at this point.