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.