Pcottraux's Tuesday FReeptoon

"We've got an elementary school, John G. Dinkelmeyer School, in our district." You're kidding me, right?

Absolutely not! It was called Waltoffer School when I was an elementary student. John G. Dinkelmeyer was an early principal at that school I think. My school was Newbridge Road School which celebrated it's 80th anniversary a few years ago. And Waltoffer/ Dinkelmeyer was probably built to accommodate us baby boomers. I think Waltoffer was an important person in the district as well.

Dang, that was one interesting story. I graduated in 1985 myself. I think you and I would be in the hoosegow in today's world between you event and me turning my school into a role playing game setting. Come to think of it, I might still have that map, I might use it for my Morrow Project game. Digressing, I think I'd have a fun time turning it into a place for Doom or Duke Nukem 3D. Wish I could port it over for Diablo 2 (another game). B-) Come to think of it, where I work at, my building would make a good one too, heck, my co-worker said it "would be a good place for a paintball battle."

OK, here is a war story from me. I had a math teacher who had to use crutches, he got to be a parapeligic from a motorcycle accident. Well, he was so crass, he even made fun of one of my classmates who was a dwarf. I had him in 11th grade. Well a couple of times, I was late for class because I had chemistry before that and we had to clean up. There was another student, a girl, in my chemistry class to where we went to the same match class afterwards. Well, we both got there during those times but he let her in but not me. The first time, I found an Apple ][+ computer and just played Star Trek since it was the last period of the day. The next time, I was so fuming, I got into my car (I drove to school) and went home to chill out. Years later, that same teacher retired, scuttlebutt has it that he truck a student and the the deal was he had to retire.

In my high school, we were forced to have "see-through" bookbags. Bookbags had to be clear or mesh. No exceptions. That way, "they could see if you'd smuggled a weapon in via your bookbag."

It was a travesty.

Wow! Brutal, man. There are times it feels like I went to school in the Dark Ages. B-) I remember one time we had a physics experiment in my senior year to where we had to launch something off of a ramp and calculate how far it would go and demonstrate it. Well, most people had to make a launching system but I had one ready made. Back in 1976, my aunt gave me Ricochet Racers for my 10th birthday. Well, there was the launching system for my group. I remember I carried my stuff in a big gym bag around school and I stuffed the bolt action "gun" and "ammo" (the cars) into it and lugged it all day. I joked back then, "man, I feel like a 1970's era Black September Palestinian terrorist lugging this around." B-) Today, I dunno what would put my in the pokey, my crass joke or my lugging it around. B-) I dunno what would get me to the pokey faster in tody's world, my crass humor or the toy gun itself. B-P I had the dueling Superhero version though, the gun was yellow and red and the cars were Spiderman and Captain America. I think Spidey did a lot better so we used him most of the time. B-) I guess if I couldn't use that, I could always use my Evel Kenievel stunt cycle where I had to wind it up on the stand to send him on his way. B-) I'm dating myself again. B-P I still have them, the last time I recall, they are probably in the toy chest next to the "Six Million Dollar Man." B-)

He would probably kill me for telling you this, but when my Dad was in HS, he blew up the lockers with a quarter stick of dynamite.

I had a buddy like that, he brought in cherry bombs, smoke bombs, you name it. He was an artist too, liked to draw scantly classed ladies. He was even published in Penthouse Magazine at the age of 15 although he lied about his age when he sent in his pictures.

I note about the clear bookbags that the Columbine killers didn't "smuggle" the weapons in, they dragged several duffel bags full of guns. But complaining in High School doesn't mean anything, other than the teachers accusing you of being "ungrateful."

Again, he would probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this, but here's what Dad did:

I forgot the details, but some guy paid him 50 dollars to blow up his locker so he could get out of the final exams. Dad got a quarter stick of dynamite, and sneaking down the hall during class, he lit the stick with a cigarette and tossed it in the locker.

He underestimated what the results were going to be.

He had taken maybe a few steps back when the dynamite blew up not just that locker, but EVERY locker in that whole section of lockers.

He's never run so fast in his life, he said. And the funny part is, they never caught him.

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