Wow.
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.
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.
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.