Tales from the High School Shop V

donalson wrote: i if you wanted to do that you got bussed off to the tech school with all the OTHER pot heads...

?????

Back in the day, nobody knew much about pot. But we'd hide behind the shop building and smoke it anyway, while the jocks sat in their cars and drank Hop'n'Gator/PBR.

Then we'd get together to do burnouts in the "bleach box".

Like I said. It was a different time..

wbjones wrote:

donalson wrote: i if you wanted to do that you got bussed off to the tech school with all the OTHER pot heads...

?????

we had 3 HS in the county... seems all the different schools managed to dump the pot heads out at that tech school... hence "other"

pinchvalve wrote: I accidentally cut off a little 1/4" tab from the end of my piece, and the shop teacher told me to get the metal stretcher from the wood shop teacher. ....When I saw all the teachers in the hallway laughing, I realized that the joke was on me. Measure twice, cut once!

I have a stretcher for sheet metal

Odd....I didn't realize this was a "joke" until the end of the story....I just thought the teachers were disorganized and didn't keep track of their equipment.

I understand... was just kidding... and in reply to NYG95GA... you're right it was a different time... I'm just a few yrs older and didn't "discover" the "evil" weed 'til I went into the Navy and started associating with the more "sophisticated types from the big cities

We thought we were sophisticted. Mostly we were just stoned as hell.