I stayed out of trouble for the most part during my days at BTW. I did manage to get suspended the very last day of my junior year. They were having a senior assembly for graduation and a sophmore, David Reid, [ I think that was his name. I went to Holland Hall with him, and he had a sister, Allison ] asked me if I wanted to go up above the theater. We climbed up a ladder back behind the stage and wound up very high in the ceiling where they rig the stage lights. He showed me this place where you could lie on your chest and look out this hole in the ceiling – where the stage lights were rigged – and look down on the audience a good 30 feet below. We poked our heads out and waved at a few people.

Well, one of us did something – I don't remember what exactly – but a few of those very light asbestos-type ceiling tiles fell out and landed on some of the seniors sitting in the audience. No one was hurt and people were actually laughing.

We high-tailed it out of there and later wound up in one of the school offices at which point we were told we were suspended.

I told whichever administrator it was who was trying to nail us that I had no idea I wasn't allowed up in the lighting section of the theater, and I'd never even been up there before.

I had gone to check on the sound system during every assembly the school had had for the past year, and continued doing that into my senior year as well – so I was kind of "one of the guys who worked in the theater" and regularly had access to some of the little funny rooms and places there.

Anyway, I got suspended on the very last day of school - whatever that meant. I still remember walking around having people sign my year book.

Ha! Was I the only person who got in trouble in high school.

I bow to the rest of you holy people.

Yeah, Dan Richards was a thug!

Okay, I guess I gotta spill the beans. I got into trouble once w/ David Ullrich in Mrs. Bland's class, TV/Film Production I think. We were going to take a test and she up and leaves and is gone for 15~20 minutes. We were all getting bored and so David and I were jacking around and found the tests at the front and started looking at them and got caught. She took us to see the counselor, Don Barnum (wasn't it?) and she tried to give us an F for that test but he more or less said it wasn't our fault and wasn't that serious and I think we got to take it again.

Actually I had a good relationship w/ Mrs. Bland b/c I had her class before that year, which I think was our junior year (78-79), and all was eventually forgotten. I think that was the only time I got into trouble at BTW, shoot, I was an angel and teacher's pet!

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No wonder you`re all mixed up. You got a white man`s 1st name, a Spanish man`s 2nd name and a black man`s 3rd name.


-- Mickey Rivers to Reginald (Reggie) Martinez Jackson

DISCO DON?? HE MUST HAVE BEEN A DEAN FOR YEARS.

Started a fire in CHEM 1 by burning a corner my chemistry book waiting on an experiment to get started. I think the Prof was Autry or someone. Busted me. I have other exploits, meu amigos.

Just twice I got in a bit of trouble. First with Mr. Harrop in botany, caught me cheating on a test, told him we had been rehearsing late on West Side Story, which we had been, and he let me off very easy. Second I was walking back to class from the restroom, and I was wearing sort of a tank top thing, during hot months, and the air conditioning was on and Madalyn Olds, one of the councilors stopped to tell me that my top was not appropriate attire AND that she could see my nipples. First of all she was a short woman and came up on me at around that point of the body, and second of all I was glad she let me know, because up to that point, (no pun intended), I wasn't sure if I had any!

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Originally posted by Dan Richards '79:
I stayed out of trouble for the most part during my days at BTW. I did manage to get suspended the very last day of my junior year. They were having a senior assembly for graduation and a sophmore, David Reid, [ I think that was his name. I went to Holland Hall with him, and he had a sister, Allison ] asked me if I wanted to go up above the theater. We climbed up a ladder back behind the stage and wound up very high in the ceiling where they rig the stage lights. He showed me this place where you could lie on your chest and look out this hole in the ceiling – where the stage lights were rigged – and look down on the audience a good 30 feet below. We poked our heads out and waved at a few people.

Well, one of us did something – I don't remember what exactly – but a few of those very light asbestos-type ceiling tiles fell out and landed on some of the seniors sitting in the audience. No one was hurt and people were actually laughing.

We high-tailed it out of there and later wound up in one of the school offices at which point we were told we were suspended.

I told whichever administrator it was who was trying to nail us that I had no idea I wasn't allowed up in the lighting section of the theater, and I'd never even been up there before.

I had gone to check on the sound system during every assembly the school had had for the past year, and continued doing that into my senior year as well – so I was kind of "one of the guys who worked in the theater" and regularly had access to some of the little funny rooms and places there.

Anyway, I got suspended on the very last day of school - whatever that meant. I still remember walking around having people sign my year book.

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Christ Dan, you got in trouble in Talley's Film History class pretty routinely as I recall. My favorite was the time he caught you looking at the clock. He pulled a desk over to the door, made you stand on it and stare at the clock over the door for the rest of the class. If you looked away, he yelled at you (without missing a beat of his lecture). You had to stand there for about 20 minutes. I also remember Talley getting up, still lecturing, walking quietly over to Blake Jessup who was doodling, ripping the pencil out of his hand and smashing it to bits on his desk. Again, without missing a beat of his lecture.

Oh, I did. And it was kinda freaky because I had always been the "perfect student". Booker T. brought out my inner rebel...or something.

Most embarassingly, my first trouble involved alkyhol. We were away at a Speech and Debate tournament. A friend of mine from another school brought a bottle of Vodka to our room. None of us drank more than a few sips (hey, we were SERIOUS about the competition, unlike those *cough*Memorial*cough* other kids)...but we got busted nonetheless. I think it was a one day suspension or trash duty or somesutch...I have another story, but I need to get more comfy here before I post it.

Well, lets see. I got into trouble in Mr. Goode's class a couple of times for speaking my mind.

I got into trouble at a speech competition, once. We were running around acting like fools. I think it was at the competition at Missouri Southern with Mrs. Enochs.

I got into trouble at a baseball game in Ponca City, where I was the scorekeeper. That was cool because all the b-ball players looked at me, I was almost in tears and said to ignore Coach O. God rest his soul.

And lets not forget the time that little old me lined out the bus driver on the Sheridan Route. I can't remember what was said but I was called into H.J.'s office and as I recall he couldn't keep a straight face the whole time I was in there.

Ahhh those were the days!

[This message was edited by Mary Fusco '82 on Fri December 05 2003 at 10:38 AM.]

[This message was edited by Mary Fusco '82 on Tue December 09 2003 at 12:27 PM.]

Ok,

Now I'm curious for more explanation about Ponca City, the year and you just have to explain more about what happened?

Oh Mary,
You just made my day!
Remember the bus drivers name was, seriously now, John Smith. He was, "challenged" and he had a speech impediment, and as I recall, you really disliked him, along with 3/4 of the other people on the bus.

And none of us ever understood a word he said. Looking back on it, I really feel for the guy. He was a good bus driver (I came to this conclusion after experiencing other bus drivers who were worse:-), and kids being what they are, we gave him absolute hell.

Ok, my ONE story, ok, two stories.

There was a kid with a volkswagon and for some reason I took off the distributor cap, and I got called in for that. I had to apologize for it. I have no idea why I did that. "Yes, that is the extent of my wild childhood"

My second thing I did was the day school started Ann Pepito and I removed all the gunk from the little Ecology club pond. I got a note from a very angry Coach O to meet him in his classroom after school. He made Ann and I go to the park and pull some weeds from teh creek to put back in the pond :-) He ended up happy because we got better weeds (elodia) than we had pulled out in the first place.

I really should have gotten out more...
:-)
Richard

I got into trouble several times while at BTW, but none of them were too serious. Let me tell of three that come to mind.
First, there was a no snowball throwing rule in efect for the winter, if you recall. Well, it was great fun for a couple of the baseball players to make a snowball, then run upstairs towards the English hallway, then throw their balls from out of the stairway window. Well, I got hit, and saw that the culprits were my good friends Scott Rooks and Mike Jones. So, I made a nice hard one to throw back. Just at that moment, Mr.Thomas, the drafting teacher walked out. Unfortunately, by snowball hit the wires that connected the pre-fabs to the main building. My snowball broke into a million little peices, and fell all over Mr. Thomas' head. Now, anyone who knew Larry Thomas knew he was a good hearted man, but took little fooling around. So, I got to go visit with Mr. Furch.

Another time was when Scott Rooks, Mike Jones, and I were in Mrs. Peggy Hills Geometry class. The school had been having trouble with people being late to class because the clocks in the pre-fabs were not in sinc with the clocks in the main building. So, Mr. Green decided to have a clock setting "moment" at which time all of the teachers were to set their clocks by. Well, it was on the same day when we were having the double periods. So, when we went for break, Scott & Mike coaxed me into moving the clock ahead about 5 minutes. When everyone came back from break, Mrs. Hill thoughtr they were all late, and was going to send them down for it. Well, I couldn't let that happen, so I got up and moved the clock back to where it should have been. Mrs. Hill EXPLODED! There was another visit to Mr. Furch. Thank goodness, he laughed both incedents off.
I was suspended for the 2 days before Christmas, and the 1st day after Christmas my Junior year for having a fight. But, Mr. Miller, seeing that both of us were on the football team, decided that we were only guilty of a "classroom disturbance." Poor Mrs. Devonshire, when it started out in her room and rolled into the hallway was frantic. It was Mr. Miller who pulled us apart.

Hi Mike,

I think it was my Junior year which would have been 80/81. We had gone to Ponca City for either a game or a tournament, not sure which. Anyway, Mike Jones wasn't playing and was bored so he asked if he could keep score. I didn't care so I let him. Well soon after, Coach turned and asked me a question about what or where a player from the other team had hit the ball that last time he was up. Mike had the book and I couldn't tell Coach right off the top of my head and that is when the poop hit the perverbial fan. He read me the riot act for what seemed an eternity (It was not more than a minute or so I am sure). Somehow I managed not to cry because we all know there is no crying in baseball.

No sooner had Coach finished his tirade and turned his back every one of the ball players turned to me and told me not to pay any attention to him. I appreciated that and it made me feel like I had all the big brothers in the world! Because Dad was mad! Not only was he mad he was mad at me!

Then if that wasn't enough Scott Rooks (I think) almost got us lost going home. There were 4 of us in the car. I remember stopping in the middle of nowhere, Scott and whoever else was in the front seat, got out and looked right then left then right again and decided that we needed to head to the right. There was some mention of the fact that they wished the sun was up so that they could see which way was west. (Oh Boy!) They got back in the car and next thing we know we were back home.

After 20 some years these may have been two seperate instances and for some reason I have put them together in my head. So that's my story and I am sticking to it!

I didn't care that he was different. The reason I didn't like him was because he was creepy. He was creepy in a way that bordered on perversion. Just the way he looked at me and all the other girls on the bus made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I had a fight my freshmen year with Janice Cooper actually we had two fights early in the morning one in the girls restroom and one by the band room. James Cotton was the one that made us fight. Don Barnum said if I got into any trouble I would get kicked out. So I did or made it look like I did.
Remember when we use to have to get those slips for activity period and then they started changing the colors and putting the dates on them. I never got caught doing that and a few more things only for the fight.

" I think, therefore; I am"
BTW Class of 1979

I don't remember getting caught....
oh, I remember in Mr. Thompson's...physics class, we were going over a test and he was doing on the blackboard. He came up with a different answer than the one on the answer sheet and he 'asked' where'd we go wrong. Quietly to myself (so I thought) I said had you ofr a teacher. Well the whole class heard it and so do he. I was sent out of the classroom to stand in the hallway (where we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on da bench). Later, I apologized to him and that was that. If anyone else can remember anything I did please post. (not involving Sara)

mary-- did you say the creepy driver was on the Sheridan bus? That must have been right before I started riding or else I don't remember him. The only driver I remember is "Larry" who was more or less pretty cool considering he had to drive down the entire length of Sheridan to 244 and most of the time the bus was so crowded that the Carver kids (me then) had to sit on laps of older kids and older kids had to sit on the floor of the bus! Finally the split Sheridan into 2 routes.

OK sorry for the diversion--back to stories of everyone getting into trouble!

Trouble?? I was too slick to get in trouble. Although Darryl (Fat Albert) Prudhomme tried to set me up in Ms. Blands (TV production) room. We did a commercial for a made up product simular to Viagra, and as a result, we were called into Mr. Greens office to make us repeat the skit in front of him. He laughed so hard until he told us to get out of his office. That's the only thing that saved us from getting in trouble.
I also promised that I wouldn't tell that Mark Burks, Darrly Troupe, Robert Mayes broke into the snack machine for candy and chips during our all night event. Good thing I can keep a secret huh?

[This message was edited by Leonardo (Lee) Rowe on Wed March 17 2004 at 12:08 AM.]

[This message was edited by Leonardo (Lee) Rowe on Wed March 17 2004 at 12:10 AM.]

trouble! i rembember lots of trouble that i got out of! & lee, you were lucky, not a saint = ). my senior year, i drove coach mcgee's car all over creation. one day smoote & i decided to hang out the park. who did we see but fred latimer. since all 3 of us were supposed to be at school we just pretended like we didn't see each other (& hot-tailed it back to school). sometimes i think my dealings w/these miscreants is pay back for stupid things i did in high school!

Robin, I was no saint, just lucky!