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5. I watched one of my buddies back in sophomore year take out a little bag of white-ish powder that had a yellow tint to it. I asked him what he was doing as he made a small line on the desk in the back of the classroom where we sat and he quickly sniffed it up his nostril. He let out a loud “WOOOOO” as he finished the line and the whole class turned around and looked at us. turns out it was Ketamine.I watched one of my buddies back in sophomore year take out a little bag of white-ish powder that had a yellow tint to it. I asked him what he was doing as he made a small line on the desk in the back of the classroom where we sat and he quickly sniffed it up his nostril. He let out a loud “WOOOOO” as he finished the line and the whole class turned around and looked at us. turns out it was Ketamine.
4. Masturbating in the corner of the library to a magazine with a picture of Beyonce on the front. During a silent reading lesson with 30 other kids in the room.
3. I went to a reform school for a bit, a place where they send “bad students”. There was this kid there that would not tell anyone what he did in order to get sent there. So on the last day I was there I told him that we were never going to see each other again so why not just tell me. After a bit he finally told me, turns out this his ex-girlfriend had cheated on him so he decided one day in the middle class to jack off and cum in her hair.
2. We had a spoiled dicklord in my grade 9 class. We went on a field trip to a marine biology center. We were messing around, and he grabbed a starfish out of a live tank, held it to his shirt, turned to the girl he liked and said, “Hey, I’m a sheriff!”
What he didn’t know was that when starfish feel they are going to die, they release all their jizz in an attempt to impregnate another random starfish. He proceeded to get a load all over his shit, and yelled, “HE PEED ON ME!”
Our teacher had a wonderful time telling him it was not urine, but starfish cum.
We forever called him “Spermy” and when he cried to a teacher about the name, she told him to get used to it, as it was going to stick.
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It wasn’t so much a single event as an entire system.
Our school had a lot of rich kids with more money than sense so that was the genesis of a lot of problems. We had our own black market and while you could get things like drugs and alcohol (rather easily too) there were loads more things you could buy if you had the money.
Just from memory:
Test answers
Fake IDs
Prepaid cell phones (they were banned by the school)
Personal information of students and teachers
School supplies (that was my area of specialty)
Sexual favors (to a limited degree)
Cigarettes
Forged report cards
Fake designer clothing and accessories
Candy (the school sold it but we’d sell it for cheaper)
Soda (banned by the school, purchasing and possession)
Computer hardware/software
Spices
There were a bunch of us that would sell anything we could and it continually amazed me that you could, with enough money, buy pretty much anything you wanted. Oddly enough, guns were pretty much the only thing you couldn’t get. This was a constant source of debate as to why but most people I talked to wouldn’t because it was extremely high risk and just nobody really wanted them.
I was involved in a somewhat limited way but I got to know a lot of the people who kept it running. In my freshman year, I’d steal school supplies from teachers I didn’t like (that’s when I learned how to jimmy supply cabinet locks) and then sell them to other students. 25 cents for a pencil sounds like chump change until you got to test day and the student store would sell you one for 50 and you weren’t allowed to loan them to people. The taggers bought markers religiously, I made a lot of money off those guys which was ridiculous in my mind because I’d charge $5 for a Sharpie they could have bought at OfficeDepot for 50 cents. Later on I’d pay people who’d stolen supplies and resell them at a profit.
The fake ID’s guy (yes, we had one guy who did them) was a fucking mastermind. Our graphic arts teacher was either stoned half the time or ogling female students the other half so he gave absolutely no fucks about locking up his room. He’d disappear for several hours and our ID merchant would go in and create fake ID’s from scratch, lamination and all, that were pretty damn convincing. He even somehow managed to get the shiny background down for our state ID’s at the time, if you paid extra of course. No idea where that guy is now but he had a gift.
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