What's you most memorable moment from high school?

[Breezy du Nord]

Just curious...

Breezy

[patdem]

1. No, breezy...that's not how it works...you have to tell us yours

before we tell you ours! :bounce:

[Breezy du Nord]

3. I've been in HS for two weeks

Not much memorable there. I suppose when I got into a debate with a bushie was pretty fun.

[midnitemoleman]

2. Back to Back Indiana Basketball titles

Muncie Cental the MECA of Indiana High School Basketball, 8 times state champs!

[underpants]

5. Oh man that is great

WOW

Welcome to DU :hi:

Elbow in
Shoulders square
shoot over the front of the rim
BREATHE!

See my own sports based thread below.

[CMT]

4. playing Radar in our Senior HS production of MASH

I went into the audition going for Hawkeye and they said, "No, You're Radar" and they were right.

[VelmaD]

6. When I was a sophomore...

I had a solo in one of our Jazz Band pieces that we used for competitions that year. I ended up being the pianist named to the Top 20 Musicians at the UTA Jazz Festival that year. (Big competition in the Dallas area for those of you who aren't into that sort of thing.)

Darth Velma

[Drifter]

7. Dating a Senior girl

when I was a junior. She was a popular senior (who I felt could have had anyone).

Then the no good bitch moved to Florida with her family (when she graduated), and was engaged to be married within 3 months. I hope she is really fat now.

Thanks for making me relive the worst moment in my life.

Oh sorry, that's right, you were looking for the most memorable moment. Sorry, my most memorable moment turned into the worst moment.

Cheers
Drifter

[maxomai_vs_rove]

8. The good one or the bad one?

Good one: getting the highest score in the IL State Mock Congress competition.

Bad one: my prom date spending the whole night fawning over my best friend.

Of course, now that I'm in my early 30s, I'm thanking God and all the Holy Angels that I wasn't popular in High School and that I didn't marry or have children. It forced me to figure myself out and to become comfortable living on my own. That gives me solid ground for living with my (present) partner.

[Palacsinta]

9. The good, the bad, and the ugly

Good: Scholarship to college
Bad: (Real bad!)........getting caught doing "it" with my boyfriend
Ugly: My prom hairdo

[zekeson]

10. Meeting Dr. Charles Shedd

when he came to speak at our high school and having one of my friends tell him thanks for making "masturbation ok". Shedd was a pretty well known Christian pediatrician who had a number of youth oriented books (Letters to Phillip, Letters to Karen) about sexuality. "Masurbation shouldn't decrease an athelete's performance - it is no more exhausting than a 50 yard sprint"

[patdem]

11. WOW...for sure...I was never that political in my first year..to last year

in high school.... okay ...my most memorable. The stores across the street from my high school (who encouraged skipping school and spending money in their shops) gave a FREE day to all their regulars (the ones that skipped school and spent all their money in the store) every day before Christmas break. All the tunes were free...all the food was free...everything in the store was free all day...of course you had to consume it in the store. But that was my greatest memories of high school...the store across the street! :bounce: ...Hope you have better memories...of like teachers and such!

[Breezy du Nord]

29. The girl I got into the debate with was alright

I mean, she's not a jerk freepy person or anything. We we're just doing this thing in our Honors Amer. Gov't class and she said she thought Bush was doing "a pretty good job" Well, Breezy can't let that one slip by, can she? :)

[JohnKleeb]

12. so far?

Well that would have to be when an aquaintance of mine died, it was in the summer I know but I think about it often, you see his friends spray painted DS which were his intials on the neighborhood sidewalks. I knew Donny and I really liked him, real nice kid and his g/f was a cutie :) still is. She lives in my neighborhood and I have one of his better friends in a couple of my classes. It was so sad. Whenever I see the DS in Kingstream I think of it. Now on a happy note for memorable, last year at June Fest me and my friend Dave had so much fun and hanged out on the last day of school. So RIP Donny S and a rememberance of the good and bad at HHS. BTW I am going to a game tonight. Hornets are gonna kick Seahawk ass.

[Breezy du Nord]

14. How sad!

We've never had a kid die at our school, thankfully.

Have fun at the game!

[JohnKleeb]

18. yeah it was

I will. A lot of my friends are on the team. I talked to one of them today actually.

[JohnKleeb]

27. blast its raining so it is likely canceled

[TrogL]

13. The physics teacher gave me an A two years running

"I'm giving you an A on your physics project because I have no idea what you're talking about".

[underpants]

19. A friend of mine stole a paper that an "A" student had turned

She was an "A" student destined for UVa so they had to give her an "A" otherwise she might not go to UVa (actually she was very smart).

My best friend (later) found a closet open and got an "A" paper and turned it in. He was a "C" student who would probably go to the Apprentice school at the Newport News shipyard so he got a "C".

Same exact paper.

[underpants]

15. My last play of football in High School (actually ever in pads)

I was a kicker. I was about 5'9" about 160 dripping wet and SLOW. K/SE looks great in the program but as a slow white kid in a wishbone offense I couldn't see a lot of balls flying my way. So to get some playing time and get me name in the paper I kicked, I'd played soccer my whole life.

One of my teammates stopped me one Thursday on the way into "films" and said lets go watch field hockey. :evilgrin: This was the first of many times the two of us went on sudden journeys together later on road impromptu road trips (a whole other story). He and my best two friends then were among my best men at out wedding in November of last year. The three of us didn't really hang out together that much then but oddly we are all standing together in our senior year football picture.

Anyway, our archrival (we played them twice a year)had two really good running backs. All I was told was "DON'T KICK IT TO RICE!!!" on the kickoffs. Fine but when I went on the field to start the game in front of about 1/4 of the county's residents I realized I didn't know which one Rice was, I had skipped films.

Late in the game we shut them down on defense and drove right down the field on them. We were still down 13-10 but momentum was clearly on our side. I kick off and Rice runs over and catches the ball and starts up the middle of the field. Suddenly he cuts to his left and I realize that the two guys between him and me probably aren't going to get him. I take an extreme angle and start running. I got to him but instead of just bumping him out of bounds I decide to "punish" him. I had my hand in his shoulder pads but he shook me off (he did play college ball later) and as he ran into the endzone I slid through the tall wet sideline grass and into the longjump pit. I had sand everywhere but my uniform looked like I had never been in the game. We lost 20-10.

[Caution]

16. When the pricinple

Called me to the office. I had just broken the school record for highest SAT scores and I was called to the principle's office. I was never in trouble in High School so everyone in the class was asking me what the hell I did. I had no idea so I went down to the office, he pulls out my scores and says "Who the hell are you?" He went on to lecture me about my mediocre grades (i was a B student, just didnt give a crap about High School and only did well in the classes where the teachers were actually decent, ie two of them), and was wondering why the hell he had never heard of me before. It was the first time in my life I was lectured for doing well on something. 12 years later I can see why he was upset, it reflects pretty poorly on him that the highest score the school had ever gotten was acheived by someone who had completely slipped through the cracks.

[Nikia]

17. Most valuable female runner in home invitational

I won all three of my events, including one meet record. Since it was a home invitational, there were many students, parents, and teachers from my school cheering me on. It was kind of nice being a track star.

[BurtWorm]

20. In high school? Like in the school building?

That would be when the smartest girl in the school fainted upon watching a revolting, scare-tactic anti-drug movie showing a heroin addict's vein being pulled out of his or her arm.

[TlalocW]

21. Mine...

My biology teacher was a pretty fun guy. While we would be working on our assignments in class, he would be working on stuff at his desk. His desk and ours faced each other. Every now and then he would rip out a page from the notebook he was writing in, crumple it up, and toss it at the wastepaper basket in the back of the class. Whether he made it or missed, he would then start taking bets of Snicker bars and whoever spoke up first got to bet against him. He would "win" a lot more than he would lose because he would always offer double or nothing, and whatever student betting against him was always greedy enough to fall for it until he finally sank one.

Anyway, I went up to his desk to ask him a question, and as a joke I picked up three breakable things from his desk - a glass globe with a butterfly inside, a glass globe with a rattlesnake head inside, and a calculator - and said, "And now for my next juggling trick..." He laughed then turned around, opened a drawer, and brought out a package of 8 Snickers and said, "Those are yours if you can do it." I don't know why he bet me since everyone in high school knew I could juggle 5 and sometimes 6 beanbags, but I sat down with a package of Snickers. Forgot the question I was going to ask him though. :)

TlalocW

[MnFats]

22. when the bully who taunted & tormented me got his ass kicked.

early on, before i bulked out a little and got some wind and joined the football team, when I was a nerdy geek, first year and all, there was an older guy who'd shove me around a bit. I wanted nothing more than to crush his head, but he was a lot bigger than me, and an experienced fighter.
toward the end of the year -- his senior, my freshman -- i walked down to a dance at the armory building. in the parking lot....i heard later he had bumped into somebody, then mouthed off like a macho bigshot, and when the guy challenged him to take it into the lot, he foolishly agreed. He got a royal ass-kicking. I hung around long enough to be sure than he saw me watching the ass-kicking, which many people endorsed.

today i feel awful about enjoying such a violent scene. I tell my boy to walk away from an insult. I hate violence.
But on that day....oh, shit, I loved it.

[NicoleM]

23. I hated high school.

They day I said, "mom, dad, I'm not going back to high school next year," and they said, "okay." I did get my diploma through independent study, but later I found out that the (good) college I went to didn't care if you graduated HS or not. I was pissed, because as much fun as it is to say I'm a HS dropout, it would have been a lot more fun to say I graduated college but not HS.

[Breezy du Nord]

24. lol.

:)

[ronnykmarshall]

25. My freshman assembly

At my first high school (Atascadero) every class got to put on an assembly (talent show). I didn't a skit with a friend of mine and my part was a comercial for "Stick it" glue. I got the idea from a Sonny and Cher bit.

Our Principal (Mr Kidwell) was talked about closing off the parking lot so we could not take off at lunch in our cars. So I ended my skit with this line that made me famous.

"So if Mr. Kidwell asks you for advise on how to keep the gate closed at lunch, just tell him to Stick It!"

I got a standing ovation. Mr. Kidwell even laughed!

[GregW]

38. Mr Kidwell?

Hey Ronny ... Mr Kidwell's first name wasn't Marvin was it?

[GumboYaYa]

26. I have lots of good memories from High School.

Academically, my best memory was winning the public speaking section of the national Academic Decathlon contest. Academic Decathlon is a competition where a team of six students competes in 10 different academic events. To get to nationals you must win a local and state competition. Our team was packed with debaters who all kicked ass in public speaking. I had no experience. At state I had the worst score on the team in the public speaking category. As a result I put serious effort into that portion for nationals. I worked with a speech coach and spent countless hours on my prepared speech (I also had to do extemp). At nationals, I won the competition. It was a great lesson for me that hard work does pay. I've been doing public speeches regularly since.

<ON EDIT> The funny thing about the whole Decathlon experience was that no one in my school had any clue I had a brain. I was a big time partier. When I made the team everyone questioned how that was possible. Winning at nationals was my little coming out party.

My other great memories all involve just hanging out with friends and having a good time. Sometimes I get nostalgic for those carefree days. I'm envious of you high schoolers on here.

[soleft]

28. The moment I fell in love with a funny football player

I can remember the moment when I decided that I would be in love with Wade W. I was working as a counter girl at Howard Johnsons on the boardwalk in Asbury Park. One sunny summer day, I happened to look out the window and saw Wade walking past. And that’s when it happened.

I thought, “Wade’s husky, but he’s really cute. I’m husky, I’m really cute. Wade’s funny and he likes to act. I’m funny and I like to act. Wade’s a jock, he’s totally into sports. I’m a jock, I’m totally into sports. We’ll make the perfect couple.”

So as I proceeded to passive aggressively pursue him over the next two years of high school, I discovered that Wade was and continues to be one of the most amazing human beings I have ever known. He was this big husky guy, sparkling, clear blue eyes, friendly, handsome smile. He was a football player, a totally dedicated athlete, into the psychology and zen of sports. He was also a clown, a poet, a political activist, and an artist. All of this, at the age of sixteen. I even embraced total geekdom and joined the marching band senior year so I could go to all of his football games.

Prom time comes around and it turns out Wade’s dating a freshman whose Mother won’t let her go to the prom. I did not know this when I decided to ask Jimmy H., this dark, tortured, science fiction writing, cheerleader hating soul mate I had bonded with while rebelliously hanging out in room 304 during lunch period instead of going to the cafeteria. We would not be assimilated!

So I see Wade one day, and he says to me, “I hear you’re going to the prom with Jim.” And I said, “yeah”. And he just gives me this look, this, sweet, “that’s too bad because since you’re one of my best friends I would have liked to have gone with you but you’re going with Jim so oh well” look.

To this day I am somewhat tormented by the idea that I could have gone to the prom with Wade. Would he in fact have asked me? I don’t know. He ended up going with Cindy B.….

So prom night was an abysmal disappointment. Jim was dark, and tortured and inaccessible. And I was miserable.

And the misery lasted all the way until dawn. See, the tradition at our high school was that all proms end at sunrise at the Ocean. Somehow I made it down to the beach, and as I sat there alone in the sand, feeling totally sorry for myself, the sun began to crest gloriously over the horizon, and from the down the beach, I heard this joyous woohoo, I turned and looked, and I saw Wade charging down the beach toward the water, plunging head first into the surf. It was such a celebration of life, and youth, and sailing ahead toward the future. I couldn’t feel sad anymore. And I decided at that moment, Wade, I will love you forever.

Wade’s no longer with us. He died in 1993 at the age of thirty. Perfectly healthy and in the prime of life, he died of a bacterial infection after eating a tainted beef pot pie. One of the most twisted, fucked up jokes the universe has ever played in my opinion.

He helps me out all the time. Whenever I’m stuck or in a jam, it seems I have a dream about him and somehow I figure out what to do. But that makes sense. In my yearbook he wrote – “thanks for being there for me, even when you didn’t know that you were.”

Wade was a poet. This is a short one he wrote –

“Lovers change. Enemies go. Friends will always stay the same. Friends”

And I will love him forever.

[carpetbagger]

30. Waking up under the Good Year blimp

Got stoned, took a nap on the roof of a hotel. Next thing I knew, the Good Year blimp passed about 30 feet above me.

Freaked me out.

[RetroLounge]

31. Graduating.

So glad to out of there. But the funny thing, my Parents thought I had a ride home with my friend's parents, and they thought the same, so I got left behind. And high school was the next town over, so it was to be a long walk, while my family was all waiting for me at my party.

Oh well, I got picked up on the way home by a cute girl from my graduating class in a nice T-Bird and she had on a sexy dress which accentuated her positives, so I got to at least have a nice fantasy on the ride home...

High school itself? Don't remember much about it, except hating it.

[Kamika]

32. graduation

As soon as i went to my parents while all the others just greeted eachother i just told my parents "lets get the hell out of here"

[phishhead]

33. High school was terrible.

But it was funny, occasionally.

Most memorable?

Last day my senior year, tripping with a bunch of people, I can't remember how many, actually. What I do remember though is laughing hysterically the whole day.

[Zorro]

34. Getting kicked out of the National Honor Society

by a vote of the faculty.

Not for cheating or any real reason; just for embarrassing the school in the statewide Ohio competitive examinations.

Myself and my three cohorts (including the NHS president and treasurer) agreed before the test to answer the mulitiple choice questions in a repetitive pattern. The faculty didn't see the humor in it.

Bunch of Republicans.

[bleedingheart]

35. Valentine's day of my junior year

and a boy actually decorated my locker...

I was at my teen nadir... I thought I was unloved and a big geek...and this was a great turn around for me...

[toddzilla]

36. been trying to forget high school for years

5 years of hell.. yes.. 5 :argh:

the most memorable thing for me about high school is i can't honestly remember EVER doing any homework or anything of the sort.. i did have a .88 gpa at one time too :dunce:

of course i got a 4.0 first year in college and i still have a 3.7 cumulative after 104 credits ..

high school is hell for many people

[LadeJarl]

37. Getting...

laid :)

[GregW]

39. Taking my first class in Computer Science in 1975

and suddenly realize ... this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.

And I was right ;)

[cosmicdot]

40. being Student Body (SCA) Prez

and the other nice things that brought about my Senior year :)

[DS1]

41. Spray painting the "Senior Bridge" solid black with Satanic verses

in Silver. At about 1 am.

Yeah, fuck the system.

(back story -> ) There is this bridge at my high school, each year, the seniors get to paint it however the most popular fuckheads see fit, artistic talent be dammed, so my friends and I sabotaged it and painted the whole fucking thing flat black, and wrote a bunch of satanic shit in silver all over it for good measure.

"Drink long and deep from the Chalice of Blood" :7

[Solly Mack]

42. The principal being named the father of the coaches son

and exposing his hypocrisy for the world to see. He had to resign

He cuckholded a much admired and well loved (not to mention award winning) football coach ...the wife was also a coach at my high school...the football coach was also one of those people who only cared about the game at the expense of his players...they "floated" through high school and paid later in life. He was also a class-A asshole...but oh well...

Background:
42 males, ranging in age from 22 to 12, raped a 11 year old girl. She was picked up when she ran away from home by males in my senior class. Those creeps raped her and then invited others to do so as well. This was over a weekend period and on the following Monday, they were bragging about it in class. I turned them in...made my senior year hell. Teachers and the principal came after me hard....even accusing me of dealing coke and subjecting me to constant harrassment.

[Duncan Grant]

43. Being elected Student Body President...

at the end of my Junior year (neener, neener, nee-ner). For the cynical among you -- it was great and the perks were pretty good, too (for a 17 year old)!

Have fun Breezy - broaden your horizons - make friends - take every math class you can - enjoy! :hi:

[Squeech]

44. The October 1969 anti-war march

Passed through Lexington en route to Boston Common, and almost half the high school turned out to meet it.

I got to see the mimeographed absentee list later. There were well over a thousand names on it, and the entire enrollment of the high school was about 2700. Granted, some of those people really skipped out just because they could...

Second favorite memory involved this sign up on the wall in the high school's auditorium. It read "April 19, 1775: What a Glorious Morning for America." (For you young'uns without book-l'arning, that was the day that the American colonists first took up arms against the British army. The first shots were fired-- by the Brits-- on the town green in Lexington, but the Yankees didn't shoot back until the column got to Concord. But, being our local color, the Battle of Lexington and Concord was presented every year as the high water mark of American history.)

Anyway, the sign was made up of movable letters mounted on a track. One night somebody (not me) snuck in and rearranged the letters. The next day it read something like, "What a Morning to Screw a Gorilla!"

[Lydia Leftcoast]

45. My first date

was completely unexpected. We hadn't been flirting in class or anything. He just called up and invited me to a movie.

But although I was never crazy in love with JP, that date (we went to see "Texas Across the River") marked the beginning of my social rehabilitation. The bullies stopped picking on me when I began hanging out with a guy who was six-four and solidly built.

[populistmom]

46. Lots of things

A month before I started high school my parents who had been divorced for 8 years remarried each other (on and off for years and no happy ending since they were divorced again by the time I as 19), so at the end of my Freshman year I moved from large urban midwestern city to a Connecticut suburban town (my dad lived in CT).

The rest of high school had some good memories. My SATS were better than all of my friends (even one snooty one who parent$ paid big bucks for test prep classes). One good friend who I can still can call and talk to like a sister every so often. A few sensual moments from the only man I ever felt anything remotely close to what I feel for my husband followed by a broken heart. Scoring perfect scores on my essays in economics class when many of the smartest of the smart kids couldn't.

The kicker of all memories has to be senior year. Just before it ended after a overall rather depressing year for the most part, I woke up next to a friend's boyfriend after a night of drinking (I drank a lot that year). At the time, I freaked, told my mom, was sent to rehab for a month and finished my actual classes there and came back just for graduation and kicked out for being such a horrible child. I actually didn't drink for 8 years after that, but now I occasionally have a glass of wine or beer, but I have never been drunk again.

[ElsewheresDaughter]

47. 1965 painting sandals on my feet and going to school bare foot

never got busted either....miami springs senior high :7

[regnaD kciN]

48. Most memorable moment...?

That would have been the afternoon when the head cheerleader with the great figure (who I had loved from afar for a couple of years) suddenly came up to me, took my hand, led me into the woods next to the school, and we wound up losing our virginities to each other.

No, wait...that wasn't me. It must have happened to someone else.

;-)

(Actually, my "high school" -- as in that public day-care center for teenagers that you go to for several hours every weekday -- was thoroughly unmemorable at best, and totally intolerable at worst. I only stayed at mine through tenth grade, after which I transferred to boarding school at my own insistence. Seriously, if I hadn't done so, I think I would have dropped out of the local public jock-house and gone to live on the Boston streets...which were, granted, somewhat less hazardous back in the early 70s, during the last days of hippiedom.)

[Lady Freedom]

49. None

I never went to High School. So no memeries, sorry! No dances,proms, football games, ect.

[xJlM]

50. I scored in the top five percent of the National Merit Scholarship

1979, in my senior year. I was a long haired dope-smoking acid-eating hippy, and I got called up in front of the entire high school, along with two smart, pretty girls, to accept this award. Of course, I went downhill after that, but I'm coming back.

[Cosmic_Latte]

51. As for me...

I haven't finished high school yet, but the ones I could count as memorable is when I won writing accolades & being the Features editor-- these things I'd be very proud of to fill in the college entrance resume. :-)