Mr. Kosaveach was my 9th Grade World History teacher. He absolutely hated communism. Probably because he was Polish. He showed us lots of anti-communist movies and the like. Unfortunately for him, I was the crazy class clown. I could get away with it because my older brother had Mr. Kosaveach three years earlier, and somehow his textbook didn’t get returned at the end of the year. By the time I took world history, I had already read the text several times, and knew it as well as Mr. K did. Not only that, I knew where there were errors in the text and could point them out while I was clowning around.
I drove Mr. K and his poor student teacher nuts. They really didn’t know what to do with me.
In my district, the whole Class of 1984 was kind of like that. We'd fallen into a time-warp where we were taught phonics and grammar, so we could read and think. Also math facts.
We got away with some stuff in high school because we were getting the test scores that made the administration look good. Nothing major ... stuff like eating our lunch outside when it was against the rules ... oh, wild kids!
My parents would never have put up with any behavior that showed up on your record.