High School Memories—have some you want to share?

  • MikeW

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    Dec 04, 2012 7:14 AM GMT
    Although I grew up in the Midwest, quite by chance I went to an experimental public high school in Florida from 1963 to 1966. Growing up in the country with randy farm boys I’d had quite a few sexual experiences but nothing like that happened in high school—at least not when I wasn’t back on the farm.

    As I mentioned in the “I’m so old__________” thread, back in those days guys like me were called all kinds of things, “gay” wasn’t one of them. I was definitely not “out.” The concept was completely unknown except perhaps in some big cities.

    I remember this one guy, Justin. He was very cute and friendly. A nice guy but we weren't close "buddies." I don’t know exactly what I said or did to tip him off but somehow he knew, or figured me out. I didn’t have a crush on him, exactly, but I was attracted to him as I was to many guys.

    I remember it was in gym class. We were talking, about what I have no recollection, and he said, “You ought to get to know Tony and Bobby.” I asked him why. Flat out he said, “Because they’re queer.” I was shocked and probably turned beet red. He didn’t say it mean or accusatory but like it was just a fact, something I ought to know–like it might help me out, or something. I was shocked that he said it, shocked that he knew or at least guessed about me (I didn’t deny it but didn’t acknowledge it either) and shocked that he would say that about Tony and Bobby. It was a memorable WTF moment.

    I knew who he was talking about. It was a big high school, 1,500 kids, but I bet everyone knew who Bobby and Tony were.

    Tony was a senior. Strikingly handsome blond, sort of “greaser,” James Dean look-a-like.

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    He rode a motorcycle and wore a black leather jacket with zippers on it, jeans and leather boots with chains on them.

    Bobby was his friend, a Junior my age. Quite a bit shorter than Tony and almost as cute as Sal Mineo.

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    A tan, curly black-haired kid to Tony’s far more imposing figure. Bobby looked “tough,” too, but with jeans and dirty high tops rather than boots, although he did wear a black leather jacket just like Tony’s.

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    They were always together. Bobby road to and from school with Tony every day and when they came in to school they were always two-abreast, sort of parting the sea of “dweebs” before them.

    I would never have thought of them ‘like that’. But I was new and although somewhat sexually experienced, pretty naïve. I’d only been going to the school a couple years where Justin, Tony and Bobby were locals. They grew up together and had known one another since grade school. Justin wasn’t kidding around and after he said that, I watched Tony and Bobby more closely. The more I watched, the more I felt certain Justin wasn’t shining me on. They were ‘together’—not just friends. And obviously at least some people knew it. Or guessed it. Or figured it out.

    I didn’t take Justin’s advice, though. I was shy, for one thing, not at all social and it wasn’t like I had any sense that either Tony or Bobby would be easily approachable. If they’d ever even noticed me I didn’t know it. They had this ‘bad boy’ juvenile delinquent thing going for them, very different from my good little wannabe surfer boy persona:

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    The “look” suited them and I realized later why they wore that armor. They wouldn’t tolerate anyone messing with them. That was the energy they projected around them everywhere they went. Almost always side by side, brisk, a formidable force. They had one another’s back and weren’t gona take anyone’s shit.

    Do you have any memories from high school you’d like to share?

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    Dec 04, 2012 8:36 AM GMT
    My high school experience was kinda boring. There was nothing truely special for me.

    Best memories were the healthy competition between us math nerds, and playing card games and video game with friends (a big pokemon craze going on back then). It was also in my first year that I had my first encounter with a gay person of the same age. (though I didn't know it at the time) I didn't even know what gay was back then, but it definitely opened up my world.
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    Dec 04, 2012 8:39 AM GMT
    I was verbally, psychologically, emotionally and sometimes physically abused by my peers.

    Oh and I had this blue jacket with white piping.

    That about covers it.
  • MikeW

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    Dec 05, 2012 3:37 AM GMT
    Aellys saidI was verbally, psychologically, emotionally and sometimes physically abused by my peers.

    Well that totally sux. icon_sad.gif
  • Kriss

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    Dec 05, 2012 6:05 AM GMT
    My brain is fizzled out from studying ugh on that note high school memories...

    The one that immediately came to mind for some reason was my last track meet of my junior year. My friend and I had just qualified by time for the preliminaries to run in the State finals for the 300m Hurdles. It was a hot saturday morning and we had driven up into this school.

    My team spent most of the time out in the sun and I remember most of us, myself included just stayed in our track shorts (now those were extremely short) and those tops. We were all sweating buckets, my coach was made because on of the parents had forgotten the tents we were supposed to have. For some reason we just couldn't seem to get hydrated enough.

    I remember it was me and my friend Luke (we were the only two male hurdle jumpers for awhile so we became pretty good friends albiet we were both competitive lol)

    Luke went first and managed to pull in 1st in his race. I went in the next "heat" or round of runners if you will. I remember starting and getting into position hearing the gunshot. Then zoning out for a second and running. I cleared the first two hurdles easy but I felt funny. When I hit the third my leg came up wierd and next thing I knew I flipped through the air with the hurdle and crashed on the track. I managed to pull my feet out mid-air god only knows how and get into a dive roll. The guy in the other lane stepped on my hand with his shoes (spikes in your hand was not fun.) I remember getting up and hearing my hurdle coach yelling something.

    All I could think about was finishing the race, at least crossing the line so I ran. I ran and I kept running. I pulled in 3rd out of 6th in my heat. My time was still of by a few seconds so I didn't qualify for state. I remember feeling so angry and frustrated that all my training and this was how my season would end. I remeber luke giving me a hug and coach said he was just glad I didn't break my leg and dam suprised I still pulled in 3rd.

    that memory is still vivid wow
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    Dec 05, 2012 6:11 AM GMT
    I was once suspended for three days for almost breaking one of the High Schools "favorite " jocks arm. This asshole who just happened to be ridiculously gorgeous was tormenting my friend John who was obviously gay. He one day grabbed him and slammed him up to his locker, later tripped him and finally called him a faggot as lunch was ending.

    I stood up to him and asked him to stop being such a dick. He calls me a faggot too and pushed me back, idiot tried a right cross, that is when I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He yelled like a stuck pig and I ...maybe took too much pleasure in his squealing. I then get spotted by the Vice principal and get in trouble because I should have handled the situation better icon_eek.gif

    Score one for the gay boys!
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    Dec 05, 2012 6:16 AM GMT
    nah
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    Dec 05, 2012 6:25 AM GMT
    Stayed after school to help my gym teacher with an event planned for the next day. He wasn't hot, (Good body though) but his sexuality was present in school. He was bi but not in a relationship or anything I think. Anyways I've always been out, and he said I was a really good student. So just as we were finishing he went into the locker room. I followed and stripped, went up to him and said I was just gonna have a shower, that he should too cuz of everything we just lifted, he said yeah cool. I said man you've got a great body, got hard and a sucked him off in the shower. Covered my hand in soap and fingered him. After that we never really spoke again, but I don't regret it. Even at the age I was.
  • MikeW

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    Dec 05, 2012 6:46 AM GMT
    Kriss saidthat memory is still vivid wow

    Of course it is icon_smile.gif It will stay with you for the rest of your life. Great story. Thanks!
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    Dec 05, 2012 6:48 AM GMT
    MikeW said
    Aellys saidI was verbally, psychologically, emotionally and sometimes physically abused by my peers.

    Well that totally sux. icon_sad.gif


    It is a life.
  • MikeW

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    Dec 05, 2012 6:58 AM GMT
    Bustamante saidScore one for the gay boys!

    Excellent! haha.

    I have one involving the high school quarterback as well. His name (kid you not) was Peter 0'tool. LOL!!

    I don't remember how it came about that he and I were in the same room after school hours but we were. Of course I knew who he was. He was predictably gorgeous. But we had never spoken before, he being a jock and all and I being a, well, 'art' type. For whatever reason he was in one of the art rooms and I was painting. Specifically, what I was doing was painting on pieces of paper in a very abstract expressionist way. Sort of like calligraphy, making the same energetic brush stroke over and over and over again on different pieces of paper. I was using a big fat watercolor wash brush and a coffee can full of black poster paint. Practicing "painterly gesture," you might say.

    O'Tool was watching me and said, "Anyone can do that!"

    I'd never claimed anyone couldn't. I just smiled and said, "Well, want to give it a try?"

    I handed him the brush and coffee tin of paint. He stands back from the piece of paper somewhat theatrically, dips the brush into the paint, then backs away one more step....

    ...and proceeds to trip over a bar stool behind him, falling on the floor and spilling the paint all over himself and everything else! LOL!!

    "Wow," I said, laughing, "Not everybody can do THAT!"

    Fortunately he laughed at himself rather than getting all pissy with me for his own clumsiness. It was funny, he'd been so dramatic about it. We didn't become friends or anything (I wish!) but occasionally he'd look at me and roll his eyes with a grin on his face.





  • FRE0

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    Dec 05, 2012 6:59 AM GMT
    Bustamante saidI was once suspended for three days for almost breaking one of the High Schools "favorite " jocks arm. This asshole who just happened to be ridiculously gorgeous was tormenting my friend John who was obviously gay. He one day grabbed him and slammed him up to his locker, later tripped him and finally called him a faggot as lunch was ending.

    I stood up to him and asked him to stop being such a dick. He calls me a faggot too and pushed me back, idiot tried a right cross, that is when I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He yelled like a stuck pig and I ...maybe took too much pleasure in his squealing. I then get spotted by the Vice principal and get in trouble because I should have handled the situation better icon_eek.gif

    Score one for the gay boys!


    Regardless of what the vice principal said, I think you handled it appropriately. Exactly how did the vice principal think you should have handled it? I bet the school failed to provide advice on how to handle bullies. I hope that the bully was punished by the school.
  • MikeW

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    Dec 05, 2012 7:07 AM GMT
    Kristoff saidAfter that we never really spoke again, but I don't regret it. Even at the age I was.

    Wow. I would never have had the guts to do something like that even if I'd thought about it. I never had an experience with an adult when I was a kid. I kind of wanted to in a way but I was also pretty weary of adults.
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    Dec 05, 2012 7:11 AM GMT
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    Bustamante saidI was once suspended for three days for almost breaking one of the High Schools "favorite " jocks arm. This asshole who just happened to be ridiculously gorgeous was tormenting my friend John who was obviously gay. He one day grabbed him and slammed him up to his locker, later tripped him and finally called him a faggot as lunch was ending.

    I stood up to him and asked him to stop being such a dick. He calls me a faggot too and pushed me back, idiot tried a right cross, that is when I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He yelled like a stuck pig and I ...maybe took too much pleasure in his squealing. I then get spotted by the Vice principal and get in trouble because I should have handled the situation better icon_eek.gif

    Score one for the gay boys!


    Regardless of what the vice principal said, I think you handled it appropriately. Exactly how did the vice principal think you should have handled it? I bet the school failed to provide advice on how to handle bullies. I hope that the bully was punished by the school.


    He did squat about the bullying, ignore it like it was just "boys being boys"...damn twit.
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    Dec 05, 2012 7:12 AM GMT
    hmmm, let's see...

    As a Furry who liked dragons at a Catholic HS, i was accused of demon worship

    I was terrorized by my male classmates with aerosol cans after they discovered my hypersensitivity to smells. I was attacked point-blank with a can of Axe in the hallway at one point.

    I was terrorized by my male classmates for being different (and just about any other reason they could come up with)

    A girl in the class behind me had an incurable terminal illness and she wanted to keep going to school as long as possible and have a normal life until the end, which came my senior year when they wheeled her out of her classroom on a gurney and into an ambulance to the hospital.

    Hurricane Katrina hit during my senior year

    I wanted to go to prom, despite not having a date. My mom wouldn't let me go because i wanted to wear a white dinner jacket. Meanwhile half of the class was wearing maroon tuxedos (school color was maroon of all things...ugh)

    The staff nicknamed me "Mac" like MacGuyver because of the odd/interesting solutions i'd find for problems.

    I discovered embezzlement when my photography class required a "supply fee" but then required us to buy supplies anyway with the little that was supplied to us not adding up to the amount collected.

    I penned a plan to renovate the hallways of the main building to be more friendly (the ceiling had been dropped from 12ft to barely 7ft to accommodate the A/C system that was retrofitted in the 1970s) and was asked my opinion about a renovation to the bathrooms with regard to tiling. They used all of my suggestions.
  • FRE0

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    Dec 05, 2012 11:01 PM GMT
    Bustamante said
    FRE0 said
    Bustamante saidI was once suspended for three days for almost breaking one of the High Schools "favorite " jocks arm. This asshole who just happened to be ridiculously gorgeous was tormenting my friend John who was obviously gay. He one day grabbed him and slammed him up to his locker, later tripped him and finally called him a faggot as lunch was ending.

    I stood up to him and asked him to stop being such a dick. He calls me a faggot too and pushed me back, idiot tried a right cross, that is when I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He yelled like a stuck pig and I ...maybe took too much pleasure in his squealing. I then get spotted by the Vice principal and get in trouble because I should have handled the situation better icon_eek.gif

    Score one for the gay boys!


    Regardless of what the vice principal said, I think you handled it appropriately. Exactly how did the vice principal think you should have handled it? I bet the school failed to provide advice on how to handle bullies. I hope that the bully was punished by the school.


    He did squat about the bullying, ignore it like it was just "boys being boys"...damn twit.


    I wonder how he'd have responded if someone had done something to him. Probably then, since he'd be the victim, he wouldn't say, "Boys will be boys."
  • NJVetteGuy77

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    Dec 05, 2012 11:12 PM GMT
    My high school years were good. Finished in '95, Drove a silver '72 Mach 1, was voted shyest in my class(even though I wasn't..all superlatives are popularity contests), was chubby and didn't care, worked at Frank's Nursery, and I graduated #4 out of 369. The worst part was losing a friend my senior year. She died from injuries received in a car accident. She and I used to pull the milk wagon in kindergarten together. That was the 'reward' for the two shortest kids in the class back in those days!
  • Medjai

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    Dec 05, 2012 11:13 PM GMT
    Playing Munchkin during lunch hour.
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    Dec 06, 2012 12:01 AM GMT
    My HS memories were mostly bad. Began my 1963 Freshman year at a Jesuit prep school for boys (we had no middle school grades). The Jesuits literally beat us, slapped up around terribly. I finally forced them to expel me by playing hooky in NYC for almost 2 weeks in my Sophomore year.

    Next my parents sent me to a secular private boys school, modeled after the British "public" school system. All the teachers were called Masters, like English Master, Latin Master, etc, and of course the Principal was the Headmaster, and they all wore academic robes. I hated that place, too, the other boys breathtakingly wealthy, younger ones arriving in limousines, the Upperclassmen driving Ferraris & Porches, while I came on a bus which made me an outcast.

    I deliberately flunked out of there, ending in a public school. The other students were non-accepting of a transfer student, so I pretty much kept to myself. When it was time for senior yearbook photos I refused to sit, got suspended for it for a time. Then I skipped graduation, again the only student who did so. The school withheld my diploma, finally releasing it under legal pressure as I was departing for college.

    Yeah, I hated almost every moment of high school. Bullying, no friends, harsh treatment at time from the teachers, it was like Hell to me.
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    Dec 06, 2012 12:22 AM GMT
    Not that long ago, graduated in 2010. Didn't enjoy high school till grade 12 and it was one of my favourite years; voted class valedictorian for grad, received principal award and awarded top male student.
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    Dec 06, 2012 2:55 AM GMT
    High school was boring. I had zero self-esteem, a high GPA, always voted 'most talented', overweight with much criticism, got away with anything and everything, I was a 'cutter', constantly high on drugs, and was in the closet until senior year where I was then tormented again for being different.

    I don't recall many fond memories.
  • dommyinlosang...

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    Dec 06, 2012 3:06 AM GMT
    I dont remember much from high school... a few things i do remember involved me being fat... ugh... and then losing 50 pounds over my summer before senior year when i started running outdoor and everyone was kinda surprised when i went back to school

    what i always think about though is my first time as a freshman in gym class... going to the locker room after and getting changed. naturally i was scared of getting naked and getting a boner... i looked over down the aisle and saw this really cute boy... freshman as well... he actually got totally naked and i was so impressed and attracted to him... i can still see his hairy butt... but he had a smooth back and not that hairy legs... i just remember that small amount of hair on his ass cheeks... and he was totally nude standing at his locker... trim, muscular, then put on his underwear... i found the whole idea of him just standing there nude in front of others really hot... yep... i was def gay and an exhibitionist ANS I STILL AM icon_biggrin.gif
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    Dec 06, 2012 3:09 AM GMT
    Was homeschooled in high school/went to a Christian private school..

    Basically remember getting into arguments with people about politics (was still well liked though! Never got bullied or nothing), doing lots of homework and extra curricular activities to get into college, playing sports, working, being a snot-nosed hipster, and almost getting expelled for being gay. icon_rolleyes.gif

    Needless to say I left a much wiser man haha.
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    Dec 06, 2012 3:10 AM GMT
    High school was awesome. I was able to pursue the things that interested me, was well-liked, started my fitness and nutrition regimen (I was chubby up until high school).

    And then I actively befriended my high school crush and somehow even though he was a straight super muscular hot jock and I was still kind of geeky and skinny, HE had to convince ME to fool around. Pretty awesome times.
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    Dec 06, 2012 3:16 AM GMT
    I dont remember all of it, but I loved high school..Best times for me..I was on presidents council and did a lot of extra curricular activities. I got amazing grades and was able only to go to school for 3 hours every day my senior year...and I got to take all science classes! And I had the most amazing group of friends who hung out with every single weekend.