Light hearted - Confessions of a Teenager?

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I wasn’t so bad as my parents were very tough, most of my energy was put into not getting in trouble as they would find anything to justify a beating/berating.

On the other hand my 3 were really bad😬.

My daughter and her friend took my car joyriding for an afternoon, it was a striking cabriolet, they were 17 and both on a provisional license.
To this day I don’t know how they got away with it.

Our first sons school was having a new library built, it cost millions, they had a barcode security system installed, my son and his friend found a barcode and stuck it on the underside of the exit door.
Each time someone left the alarms activated.
It took them some days to figure it out.

Son 2 was basically the schools Del Boy!
He would buy various goods that the foreign students craved and sell them on at inflated prices.
He had also found a place to meet take away delivery vehicles somewhere on the school, boundary, he would charge to collect the takeaways.

I’m sure they all did much worse but what the eye doesn’t see!

My husband was really bad, it usually involved cars, speed
and air rifles.

When he was at school he used to confiscate porn mags as he was a prefect, he would then rent them out.
He reckons he could have an incredibly summer on just 1 terms takings.

He and some friends dismantled a masters bicycle that he always left propped on a wall by his study.
They then put it back together but only just, so the whole thing collapsed the second he touched it.

When in the 5th Form, I remember legging it on a Bus into the City, with a chum saying I had a Dental appointment (I filled in my own appointment card as evidence). I went to the Radio One lunchtime Club, to see Tony Blackburn. Which was playing in the city that day plus on the Radio. I got back just before 3 pm saying.. Miss "so-in so" was aware. My mate just went home I said she was Sick.

In the Upper 6th I had no lessons on a Thursday afternoon and my boyfriend (husband now) had the afternoon off work. We used to go to his flat and I would go home to my parents as if I had been at school. They never found out and were amazed when I told them years later.

I was a rebel teenager and got into all sorts of trouble

So glad there wasn’t social media back then. I dread to think what would have been posted on there!

Nothing I can put here 😉

I used to like running through wheat fields 🤪

My parents were strictly opposed to corporal punishment, I am thankful to say, but they used "We are so disappointed, we never thought you would do such a thing." instead.

Both as a child and a teenager, I would rather have been smacked!

I never dared do anything that I knew they would disapprove of, and consequently had a very boring time of it.

Left home at 17, but it took me the next ten years before I dared do anything that I knew my parents would not like.

I was a terrified teen and never did anything at school l that my parent's would disapprove of. DH, on the other hand, was so disgusted to find that the local state school pupils were not expected to go to school during a really cold winter spell that he led his public school out on strike. He got 6 of the best and the boys all went back into school.

Are you Theresa May lol

Oreo are you really Theresa May

I was 17 and told my Mum I was going to stay with a friend for a few days. Instead I got a train to Clacton (from North London) and stayed with my boyfriend and 3 of his mates in a caravan. Had a wonderful time and my Mum never found out until I told her years later. To say she was shocked is an understatement . However my boyfriend became my husband and we have now been married 57 years. Still meet up with some of those mates now and again and always have a laugh about it

I didn't do much worth confessing in my teens.
Now my forties are an altogether different story....

I told my mum I was staying with a friend over the Easter weekend. Instead I went on the Aldermaston march. When I went home on the Monday evening my mother handed me the Observer newspaper. There I was on the front page in a very large photograph

I told my mum I was staying with a friend overnight. Instead I went to an all night party with a boyfriend.

Just not prepared to encounter my father uf I stepped out of line so towed the line mostly. Do remember when 18 I had been to local dancehall, met a guy who offered me a lift home. Coming up for just after 11 pm in car and spotted by Dad walking down the road about a mile from house. I commented there's ny Dad and the poor soul said he would stop and pick him up. I more or less screamed No, No, keep driving and I slunked down in the seat. Of course I was home before my Dad being dropped off by car. I explained my would have been out lookingbfir me and he was very strict that I be home by 11pm My Dad would have had a lot of words to say if not actions. When Dad got back had to answer why not in at 11 pm just told him bus was late. Told to get an earlier bus to make sure I wasn't late next time. I left home just before reaching 19th birthday. I was the youngest of siblings and felt DF was just too overprotective,

Third year, senior school. I was told twice to stop talking in PT class (I hated PT/PE) at the third time teacher told me to go and stand outside. I was supposed to then return at the end of the lesson to apologise. Instead I went to a recreation area. I left in 6th year never ever having returned to that class. In my last year I was called to house-mistress's study where she was telling me off for having gone to a dance on a Sunday evening, when I "should have been studying" for my exams. I thought the sanctimonious old bat was out of line and went to just walk out, but she had locked the door. That made me cross, so I left via the open window, landing in the shrubbery..

Age 17, I got away with claiming to stay the night at a friend's house when really I was with my boyfriend.

On the other hand, when I really was out with a friend in the nearest town one Friday night, but was late home through no fault of my own (the last bus didnt turn up, so like everyone else waiting for the same bus, I just waited, hoping that it or a replacement would turn up, which it did eventually), my parents were absolutely furious with me for being home late. To this day, I don't know what they expected me to do, as if I had gone off to a phonebox to call them, I could easily have missed the replacement and ended up totally alone then instead of safe with all the others who were waiting.

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When I was in 6th Form we had a horrible PE teacher who took us for PE on a Friday afternoon. As I had a heavy A level load, I made the excuse that I had to go to our main town library to study and research. This was cleared. Really, my boyfriend with a car was waiting for me at the bottom of the hill and we would drive to a nice coastal location for an ice cream and walk as Friday was his day off. Never got caught.

Did you pass your A Levels?

Confessions of a teenager? Good heavens, No! My lips are sealed. You never know who may be reading Gransnet.

My friend and I said we were staying with each other and went to a club in London.

We were found out when it was raided by the drug squad and my Dad had to drive to Marylebone Police Station at two in the morning to collect us! It was over an hours drive from home 😁

Oh there's way too many lol my best friend and I were the schools nightmare.
My most amusing memory is skiving off school with my bestie and going into town, we were spotted by the local board woman (education officer these days?) near a shopping centre. She yelled at us, we ran, she ran haha she chased us through the shopping centre and would not relent until we managed to get inside a clothes shop and hide amongst all the racks.
Her name was Mrs Amblin... So if you're out there, sorry, not sorry 😂

Three of us ‘borrowed’ the master key from a member of staff, had a copy cut, and then returned it to the staff member’s drawer. This enabled us to open the toilet blocks , which were locked during lessons, and lock ourselves inside them. I can’t really remember why we found sitting in the toilets better than attending lessons, I suppose it doesn’t say much for the quality of the lessons.

I bunked off school every Tuesday afternoon in the upper 6th as my timetable was ffree periods and a PE lesson. It was before they registered every lesson so I stayed for afternoon registration then left. I walked to a friend's house as he had the afternoon off - remember half-day closing - and then got the bus home arriving at the normal time so my mum had no idea. She was a teacher so she would definitely not have approved!
I confessed to her years later and she was really shocked!