Wildcats rule. Sorry All you Vikings.
Don’t mess with the vikings
They really should have changed it officially to Hefner State Penitentiary…
I just remember how the administration just assumed that everyone was going to be a behavior problem and were a bit overzealous in their disciplinary measures. When we started 7th grade, we weren’t allowed to wear jeans. Can you imagine? It was the 70’s… Girls had to wear dresses and “pantsuits”. We were not allowed to have dances ever because the principal was a strict Southern Baptist. Going to PC in 10th grade was like being sprung from prison!
Wow, that was a lot of stuff, Tracy! I remember in 8th grade, a group of us decided WTF, we’re wearing jeans to school! We all ended up in the front office calling our moms to bring us ‘suitable attire’. But it got their attention, and it wasn’t long before we were allowed to wear them. I’m surprised I didn’t know about the bathroom aroma… I got caught smoking behind the T-buildings and got 2 weeks of detention with Mr. Sherrill. He was a lovely man. NOT. Remember Mr. Cheatham standing in the doorway of his office between classes hurling insults at everyone as they walked by? Delightful. I had moved to OK from Ohio the summer before 7th grade, and let’s just say HJH was an eye-opening experience for me. First time I’d ever heard of chicken fried steak (took me 5 years to actually try it – what was I thinking???) and also the first time I had heard of anyone getting paddled (licks) for punishment at school.
We couldn’t wear belt loops either
Oh my goodness, Randy. My condolences…
I REMEMBER HAVING TO TURN MY ROOTBEER SHIRT INSIDE OUT ALL DAY BECAUSE IT HAD THE WORD BEER ON IT. MR CHEATUM MADE ME DO THAT. MY MOM WAS PISSED AND SHE LET THEM KNOW IT THE NEXT DAY.