I saw this on another board. Post your most unbelievable (but true) stories from high school. I have a few that if they hadn't happened to me that I'd have a hard time believing them . . . but they're absolutely true.
I was bused in the 8th grade ('79-'80 school year). A bus would pick up a bunch of us 6th, 7th, and 8th graders and transport us to one of the inner city schools. As a side note, that school had Algebra I for 8th graders which put me a year ahead of my friends who weren't bused. Anyway, our bus driver was a 28 year old, long haired guy that I never thought of as a hippie until tonight, but I guess he was. I don't recall how it started but he not only allowed kids to smoke pot on the bus (I didn't and I was two years away from starting a very unhealthy relationship with alcohol), but he would smoke too. And we'd cross several railroad tracks in an industrial part of town, but instead of stopping at each and then opening the door to listen for a train which I think was the law, "Marty" (his real name) would see how fast we could go over them
Someone observed that and called it in so he had to stop that. And another thing that Marty would do was if we got a little ahead of schedule we'd just cruise some of yesteryear's (inner city) mansions.
If there's enough interest (I write this so that I don't forget it), I'll post later about cutting Mr. Helton's class, Mr Smith asking about getting his tires, and the bus misadventure after a day trip to King's Island.
I was bused in the 8th grade ('79-'80 school year). A bus would pick up a bunch of us 6th, 7th, and 8th graders and transport us to one of the inner city schools. As a side note, that school had Algebra I for 8th graders which put me a year ahead of my friends who weren't bused. Anyway, our bus driver was a 28 year old, long haired guy that I never thought of as a hippie until tonight, but I guess he was. I don't recall how it started but he not only allowed kids to smoke pot on the bus (I didn't and I was two years away from starting a very unhealthy relationship with alcohol), but he would smoke too. And we'd cross several railroad tracks in an industrial part of town, but instead of stopping at each and then opening the door to listen for a train which I think was the law, "Marty" (his real name) would see how fast we could go over them
Someone observed that and called it in so he had to stop that. And another thing that Marty would do was if we got a little ahead of schedule we'd just cruise some of yesteryear's (inner city) mansions.If there's enough interest (I write this so that I don't forget it), I'll post later about cutting Mr. Helton's class, Mr Smith asking about getting his tires, and the bus misadventure after a day trip to King's Island.
