I will share one that is from around my son's age now. When I was in 7th grade, I realized that my mom left before me and that the mom whose kids were at my bus stop didn't really notice if we ACTUALLY got on the bus or not. Thus began about six weeks where I skipped a ridiculous amount of school with two guys from the neighborhood. We started walking to the bus stop, hanging out there and then circled back a lot of the time. It was mostly harmless; we took turns hanging out in each other's basements, no drinking or sex or whatever. (We were smoking at that age though.) We watched TV and played board games, lol. Anyway, the gig was up one day when our school called my mom's school (she was a teacher) to find out where TF I was. They had to pull her out of her class to take the call in the front office. She called our house - where I knew enough not to pick up the phone during the school day- and left a message on the machine that would put Molly Weasley's howler to SHAME. She told the principal to throw the book at me and that was the first time I got suspended - ironically, not going to school was the punishment for not going to school in the 90s, but I think I had to stay with my grandpa.
ETA: I consider this harmless because it didn't impact my overall education, we stayed safe and I think we can all laugh at it now but my mom might have a different POV.
I cannot think of a single thing, honestly. It was a combination of 1) a great, close relationship with my parents; 2) me being a goody two shoes who had no interest in doing anything dangerous or imprudent, and; 3) my parents not really forbidding much. I literally had to set my own curfew and pretend it was my parents’ command because they refused to give me one but I hated staying out late.
This is basically me but I still did plenty of things I shouldn't have. I just didn't have to lie!
My friends and I skinny dipped A LOT and we also played soccer at night in the high school soccer stadium naked. And we went down the city pool water slides naked. And we drove around our town and stole hundreds of election signs and put them all in the yard of our swim coach, every fall.
But I never had to lie to hide it. I would hang out with my friends doing whatever until my self imposed 11 pm curfew. My parents would ask what we did, and I would omit certain parts but otherwise tell the truth.
Lol. Those things seem pretty tame.
Even if I thought my parents wouldn’t care there’s no way as a teen I’d tell them "i’m going to a party to drink alcohol and sleeping in a basement so me and my boyfriend can have sex." I know some parents and teens have that kind of relationship, but no thanks! More power to you for sharing those kind of things with your parents!
The hubcap fell off the car because some guys were trying to steal it in the parking lot outside the movie theater and definitely not because I wasn't paying attention pulling into my friend's driveway and hit a curb and knocked it off.
The car was a Ford Taurus station wagon. 😆
My parents were VERY strict and not particularly forgiving. I'd never have been allowed to drive again if they knew.
I will share one that is from around my son's age now. When I was in 7th grade, I realized that my mom left before me and that the mom whose kids were at my bus stop didn't really notice if we ACTUALLY got on the bus or not. Thus began about six weeks where I skipped a ridiculous amount of school with two guys from the neighborhood. We started walking to the bus stop, hanging out there and then circled back a lot of the time. It was mostly harmless; we took turns hanging out in each other's basements, no drinking or sex or whatever. (We were smoking at that age though.) We watched TV and played board games, lol. Anyway, the gig was up one day when our school called my mom's school (she was a teacher) to find out where TF I was. They had to pull her out of her class to take the call in the front office. She called our house - where I knew enough not to pick up the phone during the school day- and left a message on the machine that would put Molly Weasley's howler to SHAME. She told the principal to throw the book at me and that was the first time I got suspended - ironically, not going to school was the punishment for not going to school in the 90s, but I think I had to stay with my grandpa.
My sister broke the cardinal rule of skipping school. When she was a senior, she snuck out at lunch to hang out at our house, which was only a block away. For whatever reason, they decided to sneak back into school for last hour and got caught. (cardinal rule of skipping school: if you safely get out, STAY out!). It happened to be the day before senior skip day so their punishment was coming to school for in-house suspension on senior skip day. They were the only 3 people in the senior hall of lockers all day. Everyone kept asking me why my dumb-shit sister was there all day. To this day, I still laugh and laugh about it.
I definitely wasn’t doing anything inappropriate with my boyfriend in my bedroom when my mom stood outside the door and said “skidunks, you’re not doing anything inappropriate in there, are you??!!” Nope mom, we were just sitting there.
Post by mysteriouswife on Oct 13, 2024 15:16:17 GMT -5
circa1978 are you and H friends? He did the same exact thing
One time his uncle caught him. H ran like a big dummy. Instead of uncle taking him to lunch and giving him a stern talking, Uncle told FIL. Uncle didn’t care but wanted to ensure H was safe and not doing something more serious. This story gets brought up all the time.
It’s also how we found out Uncle skipped his entire junior year of school
circa1978 are you and H friends? He did the same exact thing
We are safe unless your H's name is Kevin or Tom and he grew up in the St Louis suburbs, in which case we may need to ask a few more clarifying questions.
Back in the day (god I sound old) we would get confirmed in 11th grade. When I turned 16 and got a car, my mom trusted me to drive myself to CCD class every Wednesday night and Saturday AM. Well instead of going to classes, I would head to the mall up the road and time it just right so I would come home at the same time as if I went to class.
This plan worked perfectly until my mom started planning my confirmation party. Then I had to fess up.
I will share one that is from around my son's age now. When I was in 7th grade, I realized that my mom left before me and that the mom whose kids were at my bus stop didn't really notice if we ACTUALLY got on the bus or not. Thus began about six weeks where I skipped a ridiculous amount of school with two guys from the neighborhood. We started walking to the bus stop, hanging out there and then circled back a lot of the time. It was mostly harmless; we took turns hanging out in each other's basements, no drinking or sex or whatever. (We were smoking at that age though.) We watched TV and played board games, lol. Anyway, the gig was up one day when our school called my mom's school (she was a teacher) to find out where TF I was. They had to pull her out of her class to take the call in the front office. She called our house - where I knew enough not to pick up the phone during the school day- and left a message on the machine that would put Molly Weasley's howler to SHAME. She told the principal to throw the book at me and that was the first time I got suspended - ironically, not going to school was the punishment for not going to school in the 90s, but I think I had to stay with my grandpa.
ETA: I consider this harmless because it didn't impact my overall education, we stayed safe and I think we can all laugh at it now but my mom might have a different POV.
I met my BFF in our all girls Catholic high school. She was kicked out junior year for cutting ballet. Her younger brother was expelled the same year from the boys school for something in his locker.
They spent their first year in public school pretending to go to school. They’d drive and hide the car around the corner and sneak back into their basement and sleep all day. Her boyfriend used to try and bribe her with gifts to go to school. lol. She and her brother are also both successful today so it mattered little.
This is more pre-treen…. I wanted to wear glasses and pretended my vision wasn’t perfect. I actually do have perfect vision and I failed at lying that I couldn’t see at the eye doctor 😆
Post by basilosaurus on Oct 13, 2024 23:14:55 GMT -5
I didn't really have much to lie about. I was often grounded though with a common punishment not being allowed to read for fun, almost always relating to not doing schoolwork despite having generally very good grades. My dad's wife was the queen of passive aggressive punishments, so I often didn't know why I'd get silent treatment from her for weeks or why she'd rip my phone out of the wall (that I installed!) Once, right after an overnight class trip, she took my cd player. I thought I'd lost it and was dreading telling them. Nope, she took it, and I definitely do not remember why. It just magically reappeared one day.
Oh, as a senior, my friend and I went to borders instead of sunday school (more than once). This was after half hour choir warmup and sitting through the whole hour service. We would be back that evening for choir practice and youth group. My sister tried tattling, and my parents shrugged. Yes, church was mandatory, but what are they going to say when I was already spending 2 more hours in church activities on Sunday than they did? Plus a wednesday group, a welcome escape from home life.
Heh, my close friends active in the church groups and choir are all atheists.
Lol oh yes! One time I managed to take out the car with my best friends while my parents were asleep. I had my license but of course I was not supposed to be out driving around town midnight. I absolutely did not realize one of my headlights was out. I got pulled over for the headlight being out. Cue major freak out. I guess my dad was aware of the headlight because there was a replacement light in the backseat. Somehow I managed to convince the cop I had the headlight but didn't have any idea how to fix it so the cop told me what tools I would need and how to do it. 😂
Literally nothing, because my mom somehow knew everything. Maybe the fact that my friend's mom was a nurse on the night shift so in 7th and 8th grade we'd sleep there and have boys over to swim while we raided the liquor cabinet or had the beer distributor deliver to the house? But I have always hated throwing up so I wasn't much of a drinker. One of those parties is the reason I still can't touch tequila, though.
In high school I didn't drink and our house was the "safe" house. My mom would always rather have my drunk girlfriends come back after a keg and sleep over. She drilled the "never ever let a girl get separated from the group" rule into me and my sister. She was merciless when they were hung over, though. She somehow knew when I started having sex even though I didn't tell her, and sat me down to reiterate safe sex and took me to the gynecologist senior year for birth control (my friends all had to go to PP so their parents wouldn't know). We had parties and coed sleepovers at other people's houses sometimes, but she just said to be safe and call anytime if I wanted to come home. I actually did once when a party started getting out of hand and luckily I did because the neighbors called the cops after I left.
Once I was in college I realized she knew everything because she'd done it all (and more) when she was a teenager and she's a human lie detector. 😂
I cannot lie to someone's face. It's actually really pathetic how much my own face contorts if I try. So mine were all lies of omission, or done over the phone.
There were several times where I told my parents that I was staying at my Dad's/Mom's house off the weekly schedule since it was closer to (insert reason here) and I was staying at a boy's house.
I also sailed and spent my entire summer and 1/2 my weekends out of town between the ages of 16 to 19. My parents received a very PG version of what we got up to at that time.
Most of the stuff I did didn't involve lying because I never got caught - drinking their tequila, having people over, not being where I said I was going to be. A lot of this stuff would be much more difficult today with everyone having cell phones and security cameras.
Naked soccer is a new one, what about bits flopping around and getting cleated and stuff.
I've spent some amount of time at a nudist resort. Naked soccer seems exceptionally uncomfortable lol
I've seen so much college sports photography over the years that looks awkward as hell - it's actually really hard to find a soccer picture where someone doesn't look tortured and I cannot imagine nudity improves it. Maybe it is better in motion.
Post by fangoriagurkel on Oct 14, 2024 10:34:56 GMT -5
spindle92 I nearly broke out in hives reading that! My parents played the “God sees you” card all the time so I salute your rebellious nature. I would have been too scared to even attempt that.
Post by EvieEthelGarland on Oct 14, 2024 11:18:24 GMT -5
I was treasurer and then president of the Key Club so I was invited to the monthly Kiwanis meetings. I'd bring a friend and we'd tell the Kiwanis guys we had to get back to class and then tell the school the meeting lasted longer than they did and go to coffee shops in the hip, gay neighborhood near my Catholic girls school. Nothing bad ever happened and we were always back to class by 9:30 or 10am. This went on for two years because who is going to lie about going to a Kiwanis breakfast?
I was treasurer and then president of the Key Club so I was invited to the monthly Kiwanis meetings. I'd bring a friend and we'd tell the Kiwanis guys we had to get back to class and then tell the school the meeting lasted longer than they did and go to coffee shops in the hip, gay neighborhood near my Catholic girls school. Nothing bad ever happened and we were always back to class by 9:30 or 10am. This went on for two years because who is going to lie about going to a Kiwanis breakfast?
If my kids are going to lie to me, I want it to be this.