I just had to LOL tonight when a friend related this to me:

So I was at 25th class reunion tonight (I got a GED but was still invited, guess being in the chess club had it's perks...lol).

One of our main guys from the club now owns his own business, hunting guide for waterfowl and geese. He gave up a lot of land to move to a better school district for his kids (though he still leases about 20k acres).

At any rate his son went to school one day wearing a hunting jacket. No problem until he was hanging upside down and an empty shotgun shell fell out (he is in 10th grade - was horsing around at lunch).

Principal calls my friend at home and has him come into the office.

Starts telling him how dangerous that spent casing was and that he would have to suspend his son for a day.

Andy (my friend) Reached over and picked up a sharpened pencil from the desk and told the principal he could shove it right into his skull and pointed out that he couldn't do a bit of harm to him with the spent casing.

No suspension, but Andy did ground his kid because he was never supposed to wear the hunting vest to school and his son knew better.

Back in our day we took hunting bows to school and Andy even made a gun barrel in shop class. Now even a spent casing is somehow a threat???


Ban pencils.

a friend and I used to bring 22 ammo to school to swap all the time. He always seemed to have extra LRs and I always had too many shorts, so we'd swap for what we needed. Having live 22 shells in your pocket at school was not considered the least bit unusual.

Michigan's a hunting state. I can't imagine a principal here so stupid as to worry about a spent casing. The first day of deer season's still a school holiday in most of the state.

:P

Actually, there are such automatic shotguns...

And climbed through the school's ventilation system with a large knife held in my teeth and Glocks in my hands...

Okay, I really didn't... I just like to one-up people.

TlalocW

:rofl:

a pencil in the neck while at school. I was holding it in front of me, pushed the bathroom door open with the same hand, it sprung back and I stabbed myself. I still have the lead in my neck which looks like a bluish green dot now. Even after 20 years.
LOL!! :silly:

in the palm of my right hand, in the fleshy pad leading to the thumb. I fell on a sharpened pencil while running down the stairs at home. For the longest time - I was only about six at the time - I thought I'd die of lead poisoning.

But, I'm still here.

A spent shell casing? Cripes, our boys used to bring switchblades to school, and they came in handy for all sorts of things. No one made any kind of big deal about it, and I don't ever recall one knife fight. They were mostly for show, but they were fun to play with, I must admit........................................

It has always been my fondest hope that the black dot is just a smudge, not the pencil point itself, that gut stuck in there nearly 50 years ago.

In my case the mark is actually the result of a stabbing. Another kid stuck me with it as I walked past him on my way between class changes. A fight ensued and he quickly kicked the dogshit out of me. That was when I learned that the bigger guy, particularly if he has a weapon, generally prevails. It is a lesson I have not taken lightly ever since.

I still have the blue dot in my leg. That happened in the late fifties.

I still have a bit of cinder in my knuckles from a fight I had on a cinder drive. It was behind the barrel houses of Old Forester Distillery.

after getting stabbed there with a pencil.

bit o lead (or is it graphite) from a pencil stabbing in 2nd or 3rd grade.

right in the middle of my left palm.

35 yrs later

:rofl:

the principal will be more sympathetic to them being on school grounds?

people I knew with permanent graphite dots in their flesh at one place or another....

When I was a kid, I carried a large folding fishing knife everywhere I went, school included, maybe a 4" blade. Nothing was ever said.
I wouldn't even walk those streets today, knife or not.

mark

after school for me to pick him up. One day, he had a ballpoint pen and a BB he found on the ground, and was using the pen barrel as a blowgun to blow the BB out. Now, he wasn't aiming at anyone or anything, and believe me, breath doesn't make BBs do much of anything, but he got suspended, too. Madness.

a bit more diplomatically than you're recounting it here.

I mean, if I were a principle, and someone informed me that "he could shove it right into (my) skull" that guy would be on my permanent shit list.

Beyond that, of course it's quite ridiculous to suspend a kid over a spent casing, although I guess it could potentially be used by a kid to scare someone who didn't know better.

(Wonder how Fat Tony and the Supremes would feel about the boy being strip-searched in front of a female administrator to ensure he wasn't hiding anything else?)