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I've gotten a ton of comments about all the people who grew up with actual hazing in school like they had in Dazed and Confused. I thought you'd all enjoy my latest reply to these comments.

All these stories are crazy. None of this existed in our schools. We were farm schools. Everyone knew everyone and same for parents. If a fight broke out it was bloody. Everyone was tuff and knew it. Even the girls. The other problem with farm schools is usually there are like 4-6 kids per house. Some had up to 10. Somebody said the wrong thing or worse touched a girl wrong.. Holy hell. The entire house came down on you and yours.

Someone thought it was a good idea to try and start a fight with half a set of twins. BIG mistake. The one twin kept the guy busy for.... maybe 60 seconds. The second one came out of nowhere and they both beat him and broke his leg on purpose. Nobody ever touched them again.

This is a big problem now. A kid has a broken leg. He can't tend to the livestock. Can't deal with half his usual work. So now, other family members have to pick up the slack or worse, a neighbor has to go help.

We all worked very hard so extra work is a problem. If a fight happened it caused community disruption for everyone.

The only other time we had an issue was with an overzealous boy. He got punched in the face by her and well, he hit back. The cops never got called but he didn't come to school for two weeks and he never got another date that I know of. She wouldn't talk about it or her brothers or the guy himself.

Nobody knows what happened but everyone knew what happened. If you catch my drift.

Comments

Jeannie Chan

Coincidentally, my son started Junior High today. He's also a hemophiliac, so I pray that crap like this doesn't happen in his new school, or to him. There were stories last school year of 8th graders vaping in the bathrooms. Ugh.

Jeannie Chan

Where are the adults! I would send administrators and facilities to monitor the bathrooms around the clock.

CinWin

My husband was a high school senior in 1982 and, on the last day of school, he rescued a poor kid who had been stripped down to his underwear and duct taped to the flag pole!