Did You Cut Class? How Did You Do It?

August 4, 2009 at 10:05 am 3 comments

The closest I ever came to cutting class was hanging out with Mr. Trinkle (RIP) many afternoons during my senior year. He was such a dear man. Anyway, I was sure I would get caught because that was just my luck and I can’t lie my way out of a paper bag.  Who wanted to lie to Mrs. McClellan, anyway? What’s your story?


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  • 1. Stan Clark  |  August 5, 2009 at 11:41 pm

    Uh yeah, like Sr. year, alot (BTW, I’m not proud of this). My day started at 11:15 and was done at 2:15. 4 classes was all I had to attend, and I was lucky if I made half of those. I dunno, I just wasn’t into at the time, like my son, Chase (now 19), I thought I knew better than my parents, teachers, etc. I managed to do enough to pass,a nd with a little help from some “friends” in the office, most of my cut slips just seemed to disappear. That is until 1 week before graduation when Mr. Easter threatened to not let me graduate. Oh the foolishness of our youth.

  • 2. Jim Dawson  |  November 25, 2009 at 2:13 pm

    Cutting class was never too difficult. Henry Easter (RIP) used to chase us around campus until they hired the security guard. I forget his name. No one ever got caught, haha. I do know there is a picture in one of our yearbooks (can’t remember which year) of Eddie Howard and me standing underneath the big tree at the bottom of the hill with the caption “some students prefer to spend class time wandering the campus.” Ahh, memories…

  • 3. Jeff Armstrong  |  March 31, 2010 at 4:03 am

    Sometimes my dad would drop my brother, Rick, and me off at the front entrance, and we would go into the building only to walk all the way through to the back doors and head straight out to the railroad tracks and walk them back to our neighborhood and then upon arriving at home, we’d push either an attic or basement window out of place and use that opening to go in the house. I’d call and imitate my dad: “The Armstrong boys won’t be in today, they’re sick.” Then, we either cranked the tunes or watched some tube. Who thought I would teach that boy so many bad things? The worst is to enter your own house to find your sister is home from college and you are BUSTED!


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