Reading about all the hard men & tough nuts at school got me to thinking.
Don't get me wrong I had my fair share of trouble, fisty-cuffs and grief at school. Most of which ended me up in Rouse's office (the deputy head).
Which almost leads me to my story. A little background first -
I left/got kicked out of home @ 16, me and my mum just could not get along. I lived in a shared house with 3 other blokes all in their 20-30's for my final couple of years at school - I had a job, paid my way, smoked abit got pissed occaisionally, had a couple of trips but was otherwise well behaved. Because I wasn't living @ "home" to the school I was 'one of the kids to watch'.
I did some really f*cking dumb things at school - got caught drunk, repeatedly got caught smoking (which entailed 2 weeks at a time of getting up early to go for a run with the headmaster), had a few fights (won some, lost some & I'm here to tell the tale...). You get the gist.
I also had an absolute ball - getting stoned alone on the astronomy tower (just the big tower in the old science block) having scaled the brick work to get there with my telescope, camera and motor on my back, getting pissed in Cervantes after a massive feed of fish & chips having spent 2 weeks walking 2/3rds of the Murchison Gorge . The list goes on.
I broke up with my girlfriend of about 2yrs. a couple of weeks before our school ball (formal, prom, dance, whatever), we decided to go together anyway since the tickets had cost $150, she'd hired a dress & I'd got a morning suit at a local op-shop. After the obligatory photos (If I can find them and cba to get the firmware for my scanner to work with debian again then definitely PCIDH) she fucked off to find her friends & there I was with some hash my house-mates had given me for my birthday, an empty dance card and a beautifully empty drinks card.
Enter Rouse (the vice-principal) who was there with his missus. We got to chatting & rather than our usual tête à tête, 1 thing led to another - we decided to get quietly pissed together (his missus was driving, I was over 18, had a lift home and we both had drink cards to fill up. That's how I ended up getting pissed with the man who had been my disciplinarian for the last few years, had a f*cking blast & managed to leave school with my head held high. Probably not the baddest thing I did at school but certainly 1 of the most memorable.
Length? Probably about 1/2 an hr. it took his missus and some other people to pour us into his car and a taxi for me.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sun 11 Sep 2011, 6:58, 4 replies)

I thought you had to be 21 to drink in the states?
I assume you are / were in the States due to your use of Vice-Principal and $.


Edit - I've just realised that lots of other countries, like Australia, use $.
As you were.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sun 11 Sep 2011, 13:17, closed)

The Sepos also tend to place a different meaning on "getting pissed"
I had in my time been very angry/frustrated with Rouse but on that occasion it was just me & him getting very drunk together.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 12 Sep 2011, 2:11, closed)

Well
I was going to tell the story about when I got to share a train carriage with the teachers on a school trip and got a bottle of Russian beer and a packet of crisps for the privilege, but I don't think I'll bother now.

Nice story.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Sun 11 Sep 2011, 19:36, closed)

Thanks.
As our end of year prank we put his mini on our chapel steps before our final assembly.
& no "mini" had nothing to do with his minge.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 12 Sep 2011, 7:54, closed)