View Full Version : What was high school like for you?
Mustang Man
03-18-2011, 16:03
This topic is directed to all QPs, SF Candidates and all men and women who have served or currently serve in the military. What was high school like for you? What intrests and hobbies did you have during those four years? What kind of student were you? Did you have plans going into the military during high school? The reason I am asking this is because all servicemen and women are heroes to me that offered their service to this country that I greatly appreciate. I would find it really intresting to see how high school went for you because my graduation is coming up and upon it I will be serving time in the Army for three years. Maybe we'll share a lot in common or have a mix of diffrences.
I spent high school humming the song, sharpening my Randall and going over contingies.
In HS I met this scientist called Doc Brown. He built A Flux Capacitor. He instructed me to get his Delorean up to 88MPH................
1stindoor
03-18-2011, 19:26
In HS I met this scientist called Doc Brown. He built A Flux Capacitor. He instructed me to get his Delorean up to 88MPH................
And when we did...we saw some serious $hit.
Seriously though, I played HS basketball, lifeguarded in the summers for the Boy Scouts, laughed and joked my way through school...aiming for the Air Force, like my father.
I never fell into any of the typical HS roles. I only played Baseball. Because it didn't require exercise. Smoked Pot, Got lots of Hummers and drank lots of beer. It was great being myself.
Tatonka316
03-18-2011, 19:47
My 1000m target was West Point, and the only way I was getting in was on an athletic appointment, so I played everything I could. Even after my dad crossed over during my freshman year, I still played sports every season, then went to work to support my mom, brother and idiot sisters. But high school sports back in the dark ages were as follows: forced to eat handfuls of salt tablets after wrestling practice and we were paddled if we were caught drinking water ANYTIME of the day!!! We were punished for lifting weights --- got the living crap beat out of me for being a :lifter!!! Used to run 6 miles before EVERY soccer practice!!! ... and I could go on and on! I really don't remember being a student, but I don't remember what I had for breakfast anymore so ...:rolleyes: Unfortunately, during my Senior year, I was involved in a car accident in Dec, and woke up in April so my appointment to West Point was withdrawn --- would have been classmates with GEN Petraeus --- but my most vivid memory of high school was beating the shit out of the war protestors that infiltrated into the high school's from the collegiate world back in the late 1960's - early 1970's. Got in fights almost everyday, won the vast majority of them, and made my point if only temporarily. Was called "Savage" for multiple reasons back in "the day!":cool:
molon labe:lifter
NoRoadtrippin
03-18-2011, 21:23
I was a nerd. I still played "Army" in high school and was Editor-in-Chief of the yearbook my senior year. I took it very seriously. I basically saw it as my $80,000/year, 400 page, staff of 20 people business. I had three periods a day devoted to it.
I wasn't in shape, played no traditional sports. I did competitively rock climb. Qualified and competed at Nationals in like my sophomore or junior year, I forget.
Also, I got diagnosed with ADHD as a junior. That was a mother f*#ker to deal with once I tried to contract with the Army. I knew I was going to join the military, had no idea decisions made years prior would have such an effect.
Also had my share of hummers. :D
And I'd probably go back in a heartbeat given the chance. All this adult "responsibility" crap is for the birds. I just wanna rock and roll all day and party every night.
Dozer523
03-18-2011, 21:47
I spent high school humming the song, sharpening my Randall and going over contingies. yeah, yeah me too, same school. i remember you from detention, prolly.:D
Which high school? I went to three of them!
mark46th
03-18-2011, 21:53
Basketball, beer, girls, beer.
EX-Gold Falcon
03-18-2011, 22:13
I spent high school humming the song, sharpening my Randall and going over contingies.
Hey Dusty,
I burned a steak in my cast iron pan, can I borrow your "nature" to scrub it out? ;)
T.
greenberetTFS
03-19-2011, 07:01
I was a high school jock,I lettered in hockey,football,basketball and baseball........ You asked so I'm telling you........I'm not bragging just saying "it was what it was"..........;)
Big Teddy :munchin
Cars, girls, rock and roll, beer, wine, work* (to finance the first five), football, basketball, cross-country, school.
Richard :munchin
* Picking tomatoes, cutting hops, working orchards (walnuts, apples, almonds), bucking hay (oat and alfalfa), cat skinning, construction laborer, tree trimmer.
Glee....
But then again there was all of the shooting, hunting, reloading, girls, bikes, and those damm test.
But more like glee.
x SF med
03-19-2011, 09:06
competitive swimmer, diver, sailor, gynastics (letter is swimming and diving) Regents Honors academics, I was known to have a beer or two, and possibly some non-pharmaceutical pharamceutical herbs. Orienteering and Backpacking, some light climbing, a little shooting (I was in NYC, ranges were hard to come by but a friends family had a range in their basement, 10 m with a nautilus trap)
it wasn't until I was in ROTC in college (after missing USMA by one person) that I really found out about SF... there were 2 Senior NCOs who were VN SF ... a MSG and a SGM... SGM B was the one who told me "You are not going to be an officer, you're going to be an SF NCO..." He was correct, 18 months later I was at Bragg, wondering what the hell I had chosen, and loving it. He also expected me to teach rappelling, orienteering, survival, patrolling and be at every PT formation whether I was required to be there or not.
Team Sergeant
03-19-2011, 09:12
I bullied bullies.....:munchin
x SF med
03-19-2011, 09:21
I was a tough little runt... all of about 150 lbs.... used to take out the evil shits who would bully others... I never realized I was a sheepdog until I was in the Army.
Utah Bob
03-19-2011, 09:52
Met my wife there.
Hey Dusty,
I burned a steak in my cast iron pan, can I borrow your "nature" to scrub it out? ;)
T.
This once. You need to quit frying in asshole oil, though.
I split my time, several times during the same year back and forth between Wyoming and San Jose, CA. My dad was a IBMer, engineer, but family commitments took us kids back and forth to the ranch.
Those four years, I lost my favorite dog, my favorite horse, and several girl friends. I wrestled Freshman, Sophmore and Junior year. Junior year, went to CA Central Coast Regional, placed 3rd in the 146#. Earlier that same year, I was thrown from a horse, landing against the pole fence, horse stepping on my leg, twisting and dis-locating my right hip. My uncle runs up to me, rolls me over, grabs my right leg, lifts, puts his #14 boot on my chest and says while pulling fast, "This is going to hurt". Pop, back in place. We then drove the 1 hour to town for x-rays, hip swollen, me bouncing around on the flat bed of the truck, between spare tire and new pup. Tears and dirt sticking to my cheeks, but no need for surgury. He was right, it did hurt, but not as much as loosing my favorite dog.
I had few friends in HS. Baseball, wrestling, auto shop, welding - kept me well respected amongst the jocks. The girls liked the fact I always had a nice hot rod, 69 GTO, 67 Ford/Lincoln Courgar, and a few old pan-heads, knuckle-heads, shovel heads, give me head bikes. Geeks, dweebs, nerds, I protected, I was more like them. Stoners always had the shit, and covered the school ground with surveillance when I moved metal in and out of shop. I also had a lab for cooking meth and speed, making the beach head surfers my friends and better paying customers.
I did learn to surf, was the only dude at Big Sur, Carmel, or Santa Cruz who wore 501 levis and Tony Loma boots while boarding. I must have looked goofy with mother of pearl snap pocket button shirts and cowboy hat riding waves. Probably could have done better barefoot, but I was a puss walking on rough sand barefoot on those north shores. My balance was excellent, many years bucking wild horses will do that, dispite a bad right hip.
Joined SF because it seemed the right thing to do, a calling.
Still miss that dog.
wore 501 levis and Tony Loma boots while boarding.
:cool: Awright, WD! :lifter
...who wore 501 levis and Tony Loma boots...
Things are worse than I thought if we're buying Chinese cowboy boot knock-offs...was your hat a Stetsun? :rolleyes: :D :D
Richard :munchin
Those four years, I lost my favorite dog...
Joined SF because it seemed the right thing to do, a calling.
Still miss that dog.
Oh goodness! Sounds like he was truly a Man's best friend!!!;)
Awwww! Hope you were able to find a new dog, WD, Sir!:o
And surfing in a cowboy hat...hmmmmm, well having lived in SoCal, and having been around the surfing community intimately, that was quite a site am sure!
Holly
Oh goodness! Sounds like he was truly a Man's best friend!!!;)
Awwww! Hope you were able to find a new dog, WD, Sir!:o
And surfing in a cowboy hat...hmmmmm, well having lived in SoCal, and having been around the surfing community intimately, that was quite a site am sure!
Holly
Straw hat, chin strap.
Straw hat, chin strap.
HOT! IMVHO!:p How the hell did you manage to keep "it" dry, Sir?:D
Holly
HOT! IMVHO!:p How the hell did you manage to keep "it" dry, Sir?:D
Holly
There was nothing dry.
There was nothing dry.
Sir,
Was just curius becuae when straw, (as in your hat,) gets wet, it could be problematic....:p
ANyway, back to the thread! It is very interesting to read what SF Men did in High School, prior to their joining. Some relating to athletes, some to nerds and stoners, but all these stories are fascinating!:cool:
Holly
"The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."
Actually....
Went to the same all-boys Catholic high school in downtown Seattle my dad went to 35 years earlier. Was a regular on the honor roll. Played soccer and football. Worked at a bank for a couple years as a teller after working as a grocery store bag boy for one summer. Volunteered as a Police Explorer and learned about service to others, as well as learning about the Army from quite a few of the officers on the force. Drove a rust orange Nissan pickup truck that, despite being over 25 years old now and at my dad's house, still has less milage on it than my current car.
Thought West Point was in my future till I was told by The Warrior King I wasn't "good enough" to get into Hudson High. Got an ROTC scholarship instead after being mentored towards it by my uncle, a Vietnam vet, high school counselor, and A/1-19th Group fixture until about 10 years ago.
I learned about the basics of leadership in high school. I still go back and thank my teachers for the life lessons they provided me.
Tatonka316
03-19-2011, 16:29
Wet Dog, my brother!
Was the chin strap to keep your hat on your head, or your head in your hat?!?!:D:eek:
pop smoke tomorrow if you have comms!
molon labe
:lifter
My Dad was a career Army Officer and we were stationed at the 8th Division HQ in Bad Kreuznach. I attended BK American HS and was a member of the Football team. BKAHS was so small that I was able to play varsity as a Freshman.
My sophomore year we moved to Atwater, CA because my Dad had been assigned to command the Fresno Recruiting Main Station. He planned to buy a Ranch and retire in the Central California area.
The Air Force had Castle AFB in town so our family had access to all of the services on the base. When I started connecting with the local teens, the first question was, "Your not Air Force, are you?"
I played Varsity Football, wrestled, played baseball and did the shot put on the track team. My grades were mostly "B"s and "C"s although I always got an "A" in athletics.
mojaveman
03-19-2011, 18:27
Highschool?
Little did I know that some of my covert activities would later help me in SF. Never got into serious trouble (mostly because we never got caught). Took a neighbors red '63 Corvette for a joyride while he was on vacation. He trusted my friend's parents with his house keys. :D
Other projects: a PVC pipe rocket launcher that had it's electrical source tied into my Subaru's cigarette lighter. The movie "Apocalypse Now" inspired that creation. The rockets were powered by C size model rocket engines. Fired one off when there happened to be a fire chief driving behind me and almost went to Juvenile Hall. The water/air pressure fire extinguishers were fun. The pipe bomb was exciting. We were all afraid to light it so we told this borderline retarded kid who used to tag along with us to do so. "Ok Ricky, light this fuze and then run as fast as you can!" When it detonated we could hear the shrapnel wiz through the air but luckily nobody got hit (make the sign of the cross).
My antics eventually caught up with me and I ended up doing a semester in a reform school type enviroment.
Have more stories to tell but you're going to have to buy me a few beers first. :D
Oh yeah, actually graduated in June of '81 and joined the Army three days later.
EX-Gold Falcon
03-19-2011, 18:43
This once. You need to quit frying in asshole oil, though.
Ran out of olive. Thanks!
T.
Ret10Echo
03-20-2011, 10:00
Track and Cross-Country jock.
Scouts and Civil Air Patrol
Farm hand
Did well in classes without trying
Spent free time hunting, fishing, buying old Chevy pickups and driving on dirt roads.
Four schools in four years, combination of court-ordered desegregation and Dad being reassigned when he returned home from 'Nam...ran track and cross-country, dabbled in football, played baseball summers...worked on my maternal grandfather's farm when needed, chased skirts, rode motorcycles...graduated from HS with honors, had no idea what I wanted to study in college so I went into the Army...schools where I lived had dress codes, so I wore slacks and casual shirts to class...wore jeans and t-shirts when not in school, unless it was summer, then I wore cut-offs...worked on a cattle ranch after HS before enlisting...thought hippies sucked, although I was rather enthusiastic about the sexual revolution...I was the RTO, third guy on the left...
I was a tough little runt... all of about 150 lbs.... That's been a long time...
girls, cars, hunting, avoiding all contact with the old man...
MVP
Utah Bob
03-21-2011, 12:32
My experience was somewhat different. After school I was met at the Drexel Hill trolley station by a 26yo nurse who took me home with her - everyday - for nine months.
Having attended an all boys CHS, I never told a soul. I was familiar with their concept of salvation. And therefore, did not put myself in a position being buggered by a priest overly concerned about my closeness to God. That said, I now wonder if I may have made a mistake. She does after all, deserve recognition for the deliverance of one fifteen year old to the bosom of faith, as I called out to God on a daily bases.
She was in her own way a “Miracle Worker” as Saintly as Mother Therese; imho she exhibited all the same thoughtfulness and sincerity as the good Mother exhibited towards her charges, she showered and bathing me each afternoon prior to dinner, in a sense a femme fatal masquerading as John the Batiste; what could be more humble?
But now, I think how would be possible to confess, and be believed, so that I would be free to nominate her to be canonize for her selflessness and extraordinary devotion to the service of another. Is that not Saintliness?
I hated sick days.
You forgot to start with Dear Penthouse.:D
ZonieDiver
03-21-2011, 13:15
I liked it so much that I am still there! (At least until May 20th!) :D
1stindoor
03-21-2011, 13:48
You forgot to start with Dear Penthouse.:D
I was thinking the exact same thing...
I never believed your stories were true until one day when...