The old days of cutting class/skipping school

[squatting dog]

I remember back in basic training thinking all this harassment and yelling was just BS. However, I learned real quick in a firefight that reaction time is everything and I found a new born respect for the training I was given.
The fact that they used to chuck cs gas at us in basic and then yell fire confused me at first. I finally learned that the use of napalm over there was the reason you were trained to stop breathing if someone yelled fire. I can honestly say that this info and training saved my life when I was caught in a gasoline explosion and fire back here in the states. The doctor was amazed that my lungs weren't completely destroyed. It was the fact that fire meant quit breathing and was beat into your brain from day one. For that episode alone, I'm completely grateful to all the drill Sargent's that yelled at me.
PS.... I became a drill sgt after returning from Vietnam hoping to help others stay alive.

 

[Sassycakes]

I went to a Catholic school, with nuns. You couldn't skip because the nuns always called your house, if you didn't show up. There was none of this letter from home stuff. If your note wasn't hand written by the Pope, and delivered by angels, they always called home. So, we could never cut.

Fuzzybuddy,you took the words right out of my mouth. I also went to Catholic School and if you didn't want to get killed by one of the Nun's you never would cut school.

 

[Keesha]

I’ skipped grade school a couple of times but the school never called my parents and I didn’t go to catholic school. When I got to high school I skipped school a few times but wrote my own notes since I lived on my own. Since I hated Math , I skipped grades 10, 11, & 12 but made it up to grade 13 Math in adult education and did much better.

 

[hellomimi]

I learned to skip classes in elementary and the policy of the nuns was an excuse letter signed by parents. Did it faze me? Nay...I made the excuse letter myself and to this day, either the nuns weren't paying attention or I was really good at it.

 

[fmdog44]

There was a restaurant across the street from my Jr. & Sr. years in high school like Happy Days. WE all had cars and drove them to school. We would meet there in the morning and drink coffee & smoke cigarettes. It was at those tables where me & my co-conspirators drew up the schematics for escaping from the evil institution of learning. The options were many, Lake Shore Drive, then Maxwell Street in downtown Chicago, go to a Cubs game or White Sox game or the beach in Indiana, a run to Milwaukee where the legal age for beer was 18, go to one of my buddy's homes and work on hot rods or just goofing around at my house as my folks lived in Spain. I Googled that restaurant and it is still there.

 

[wcwbf]

never cut a single class in HS.

i do remember a college history class. at 8:00 and professor was as dry as dust. tests based solely on notes... and lots of them. it was a large/full class. if you came into class late, you came in the back door to avoid interrupting and then checked in at end of class. ONE of us went to class and took copious notes (later shared). the rest of us would get an extra hours sleep. eventually professor pulled us aside and said... he did NOT care if we were in class, didn't care how we got the notes... and we weren't the first to concoct this ruse.

 

[Aunt Marg]

Love all of the stories everybody!

 

[MarkinPhx]

Back in 7th grade my mind must have snapped or something because I skipped school for a week. I had been sick and my plan was to forge the note from my mom when I decided to go back to school, changing the date on the note that I forged. Like that would work huh ? Anyway, for whatever reason, I took a bus to a local shopping mall on the first day I skipped school and continued to do so for the next several days. I remember it was around Christmas time and I enjoyed looking at the store decorations and listening to the Christmas music in the mall.

Hard to imagine these days a kid getting away with that. Long story short, the school did finally call and reached my mom and I got busted. I had been a model student and was even class president at the time so all I had to do was make up the homework that I had missed. My mom didn't tell my dad about it. He was on the road a lot then and I think she was afraid he would be mad at her for it happening. Anyway, that is my skipping school story.

 

[MarkinPhx]

Oh, and there was a time I did skip Sunday school. Every Sunday my parents made me dress up for Sunday school class at the church, and they would drop me off at the little church so I could go to my hour Sunday class. However, they would go back home after dropping me off, start Sunday brunch and perhaps have a bloody Mary and then come back to pick me up from class. I thought it was rather hypocritical that they did not attend the grown up church while I had to sit in Sunday school class so I started to take my transistor radio with me and when they dropped me off I would go off to the orange grove across the street and listen to my radio until the hour was up and then go back to the little kids church to be picked up. I guess I was a rather devious kid growing up.

 

[Lewkat]

I'd skip Spanish II in high school every so often because the teacher was usually plastered. One day she caught me though and while drunk as a skunk, she knew I belonged in her classroom. She had stepped out for a slug and I walked straight into her. lol.