I’m sure. I ended up dating that girl for 4.5 years. It was worth getting smacked around over.

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Fare you well, fare you well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul

I attended a Jesuit high school for a while. We had a dress code. I decided to dress up as a “public school kid” for Halloween one year. I put on jeans and a t-shirt. The Dean saw me at lunch and immediately gave me a jug (detention). I later got out of it after asking my soccer coach to let me off. Tryouts were that afternoon.

Two worst things were probably being overly friendly with my girlfriend and having a teacher call my folks about it. Next would be my Junior year they decided to teach my class a lesson by not inducting anyone into some organization that would have looked good on college apps. By the next time it came up I was already had accepted an offer and didn’t care much so I guess I was a little flippant and cursed about it when asked why I didn’t apply for the organization. I had been a good kid and well liked by the teacher so she kind of lauged about it and asked me not to do that again. Same damn teacher who called parents about my girlfriend and me remotely overheard it and called my folks about me being disrespectful. Never even had that woman as a teacher.

So the stupid BS you got caught doing was playing soccer?

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“Mr. Trump is unfit for our nation’s highest office.”- JD Vance
“My god, what an !diot.”- JD Vance tweet on Trump
“I’m a ‘Never Trump’ guy”- JD Vance

Nothing. Even when I got into a fight freshman year with the 2nd smallest kid in the school (I was the smallest) we did little more than agitate the air and amused the dozen or so onlookers.

I didn't even start the fight.

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There are only two examples of infinity: The universe and human stupidity and I'm not sure about the universe.

I "borrowed" the Toyota Tercel, summer of '82. Drizzly day, no baseball. Went and picked up a couple buddies from baseball who lived in North Chicago. We went to the Korean grocery with the 7-Up sign on Sheridan Rd...they'd sell us beer. We bought a 12 pack, which was plenty to get us buzzed. We then drove towards Zion to my buddy's grandma's house.

At the intersection of Green Bay Rd and Kenosha Rd, before they put in a light, it was a deadly intersection. There was a blind corner coming from the east.

I actually looked both ways twice and headed across. Got T-boned by another little car who came out of nowhere. We got spun into a car coming the other way. Luckily, we didn't get killed. The kid in the back got about 100 stitches in his head. We were all out cold until the ambulances and police were there.

There was a pic on the front of the local pioneer press of a cop putting empty beer bottles on top of the car.

No ticket for underage alcohol. I did get a ticket for failure to yield.

My dad showed up at the emergency room ready to strangle me. He didn't.

I heard the nurses laughing about another emergency room patient. He had a light bulb in his rectum. Damn near killed him.

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Nothing. We ran shit. The teachers and principal were our buddies. We got drunk and did drugs with them.

#hillbillyschooling

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Had a few friends over to drink Junior year. It was a half day during midterms week.

I had people over a few times and was very good about cleaning so you'd never know anyone was there.

This time, I missed a very big spot. There was a red solo cup in the sink before we started. So it remained there as it would if we werent at the condo. I had poured out a half drunk beer into the sink while cleaning and unbeknownst to me some of it made it into the cup. So my mom, who never drank beer and never had it in the house came home to a red solo cup with like maybe an ounce of beer at the bottom. She immediately knew.

I was grounded for 11 weeks but released after 5 for good behavior.

My favorite teacher in high school happened to be my Spanish teacher. I had him for my junior and senior years. My senior year I didn't even buy the book. He allowed me to look on with the guy next to me.

I was by far the strongest Spanish student at Gordon. I came from Evanston where we had taken language since sixth grade. Most of my classmates came from Catholic schools that had no language program. When I started freshman Spanish it was ridiculous. I could speak in sentences and conjugate verbs and I was learning ah, bay, say. I didn't even pay attention.

About halfway through my freshman year the class was taken over by a student teacher. As one might expect, we ran roughshod over her. I still feel bad for Ms. Paoli. We started to do this thing where we would make animal noises while she was writing on the chalkboard. Guys were roaring, meowing, and barking. I let out a long "baaaaaaaaah" and guys started cracking up. One day we were paricularly unruly and out of control. It sounded like a fucking zoo. Everybody was making animal noises. This sophomore leaned over to me and said, "The sheep! The sheep! Do the sheep!" "BAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

My favorite teacher who I didn't really know at the time had his class next door. He must have heard all the ruckus and he came in to rescue Ms. Paoli. He must have seen me and the guy behind me goofing off because he said, "You two, meet me in the hall after class!"

After class we met him out there. He was a big dude. The other kid I was with was also big. He played center on the basketball team. The teacher lined us up with our backs to the lockers and started asking us questions. He asked the big kid his name and he told him. He said, "Oh, you're Greg's brother. Greg never gave me any shit and I don't expect any from you." Then he reached back and punched him in the chest. You could hear it echo down the hall. He looked at me and asked my name. I told him and he said, "I never heard of you." He started reaching back to throw a punch as I started to flinch. I should mention that I was about 5'1" and 100 lbs. He stopped his punch halfway and said, "I can't do that. I'd probably kill you." Then he looked at the big kid and said, "You're gonna have to take one for your buddy", and he punched him again.

That kid never really talked to me for the next three years. The teacher and I sit together in the Gold Room at Arlington on most Saturdays.

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Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walkin' up to The Hill
With Elon, Tulsi, and Don

We drank a lot and got away with it 90% of the time. We pretty much always had access to a parent free house, and several beer hookups. There was also a small convenience store at 79th & Roberts Rd that would routinely sell a case of beer to me when I was underage. Which is really strange because even when I was 22-23 I still looked like I was about 18. They would card me for liquor or two cases of beer, but if it was one case I was rung up no questions asked. Anyway, we never really did much except hang out, blast music, and drink. The couple times we did get caught, it was more so because of the loud music than the drinking. One of our friends older sister was a dispatcher for Hometown, so we always got enough of a heads up to hide all the evidence if the cops were ever on their way.

Pretty boring, but similar to RPB, had a party while my parents were in Disney World and didn't clean things up all that well. I got in more trouble for ruining one of their good non-stick frying pans by making burgers at 3am than I did the mess in the house.

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we got suspended for throwing snowballs at the ROTC kids as they were marching around the High School.

The old man's liquor cabinet. My Dad never drank much. A beer or 2 at a time, but that was it. Had a few parties and amassed a collection of liquor bottles, but since he didn't drink much, yet alone liquor....didn't pay much attention to it.

Well....he finally realized the bottles were low and didn't have to look very far having 2 teenage HS boys in the house.

My Dad being the rational, logical person he was....called my brother and I into the kitchen and just grinned and said "The party's over, fellas. " He made us sit there and watch him slowly pour all the booze down the drain of the kitchen sink. "Makes no difference to me. I don't drink this shit."

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well to get out of study hall I was Science Aid, Hall Monitor, AV whatever just to get out of study hall. I was request to get stuff ready for a Chemistry Quiz so it took 40 minutes to get the shit set up so I had 20 minutes to kill and Biology classes were dissecting frogs....so I went to Biology to get a Hoppity Hooper and get the perfect skeleton of a frog So I got some Sulfuric Acid and lowered the frog into it! Just then the Chemistry teacher Mr. V walked in and screamed what the fuck are you doing....well by then there was no more Mr. Froggy and I had 4 Saturday's of detentions

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I'm going to bounce from the spot for awhile but I will be back at some point to argue with you about this hoops stuff again. Playoffs have been great this season. See ya up the road.

I'm out.

We never really got caught day drinking and playing quarters.

We had a few parties at our house with no problems. Then one particular party had someone punch a hole in some drywall and fall down stairs, breaking off the tip of a light switch. We got in a little trouble for that one.

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