Viewing a post about a girl in a classroom other day causing a shitshow, prompted me to think back when I was in school. Lord how times changed. Had teachers you were informed not to F around with and others who were easier targets. There was no thought about ‘winning’ with a teacher. No thought my folks would take my side of the story when getting into hot water or show up at a board meeting to call out injustice. It was detention and sometimes being grounded at home or no TV for a while. Looking back, can’t say any accountability wasn’t duly earned.
Among my dipshit antics was doing a burn-out senior year in my ’67 goat in the school parking lot. Only had it a few weeks then and some guys were egging me on to light it up. Across the lot tons of students waiting for the busses. Mid-way through the burn glanced over to the students spotting a glistening bald head among them. It was our VP, nicknamed Meatball. He was one of those ya never wanted to F with. He was built like a walking brick shithouse.
Next morning during the PA announcements, my name was called to ‘report to the office’. Ahh da butterflies. Meatball liked to shove guys up against a nearby wall and rap hard on the chest. Observed it a few times. Yep, in his office he found a wall for me and got some of those hard raps on the chest. He said, “Like that fast car of yours huh?” He was holding a copy of my parking permit. “Here’s the deal; you won’t pull that stunt again or I tear this up. You’re going to have to take the bus or walk to school, got it? Plan to spend a week after school helping the custodian with some chores.” Followed his instructions closely.
Among my dipshit antics was doing a burn-out senior year in my ’67 goat in the school parking lot. Only had it a few weeks then and some guys were egging me on to light it up. Across the lot tons of students waiting for the busses. Mid-way through the burn glanced over to the students spotting a glistening bald head among them. It was our VP, nicknamed Meatball. He was one of those ya never wanted to F with. He was built like a walking brick shithouse.
Next morning during the PA announcements, my name was called to ‘report to the office’. Ahh da butterflies. Meatball liked to shove guys up against a nearby wall and rap hard on the chest. Observed it a few times. Yep, in his office he found a wall for me and got some of those hard raps on the chest. He said, “Like that fast car of yours huh?” He was holding a copy of my parking permit. “Here’s the deal; you won’t pull that stunt again or I tear this up. You’re going to have to take the bus or walk to school, got it? Plan to spend a week after school helping the custodian with some chores.” Followed his instructions closely.