Light hearted - Confessions of a Teenager?

Momac55

Oreo are you really Theresa May

Arrrgh, busted!🤭

Reveal my teenage discretions? Absolutely not.

I was painfully shy and a real goody two shoes, so no dodgy escapades for me.

And your point is?

Me and my friend were 15 we told each others parents we were at each others houses ( no house phones for them to check). When really we got on a Premier coach at 8am and went to Hastings for the day we live in Hertfordshire we spent the day in the arcades and on the beach. It was late 60s we were mods and of course we met some lads who had scooters who took us up and down the coast rd….then we got coach back at 8pm at night. We never got caught. Had the time of our lives, fun care free.

There are things that to this day I have never confessed - god knows how I wasn’t discovered or expelled.
I did always wonder tho how my parents took us at our words when we went “revise” on the beach.

Grannybags

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!

Another rebel here although looking back and what I got up to was very mild by today's standards.
I have a 14 year old GD who is challenging to say the least. My DS and DIL often say they don't know where she gets it from. I keep very quiet

We didn't get up to too much at school, just a being a bit elastic with the truth sometimes. When I was at art school we once had a really good fall of snow and decided that tobogganing on Richmond Hill would be a good idea. A couple of the boys found a piece of corrugated iron and we smuggled it onto the top floor of the bus to Richmond. We had a lovely day playing around in the snow and then went back to get ready for our evening classes. On our way in we met one of the lecturers "Wasn't I supposed to have you for a class today?" We smiled sweetly and told him we'd been tobogganing. He had a nervous breakdown the following year but it was honestly nothing to do with us.

I would tell my mum and dad I was staying over with a friend and that friend would tell her parents she was staying at mine, then we would go on the bus to Blackpool where my friends boyfriend who was quite a bit older would take us out on the town then we would sleep in his mates caravan.

I could write a book about my teenage escapades. Our school was a strict grammar school. We were allowed into town at lunchtime if we brought a note. A girl in the year below tagged on to my friend and I so we took her too. We were reported for eating chips in the street and not wearing our berets. Turned out her Father was a school governor.

Loads of escapades with boys in school, being hit on by a young, lesbian PE teacher which was embarrassing, bunking off to meet a boyfriend from Art College whose parents lived nearby.

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SpinDriftCoastal

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?

Thank you. Yes, I did. Boyfriend got dumped the spring before so I could focus on getting the grades I wanted for uni.

My best friend and I regularly climbed over a fence and bunked off school at lunchtime. Most days we walked past a lorry loaded with crates of fizzy pop and one day saw the driver going into a house for his lunch. Despite being in school uniform we decided to pilfer a bottle of Coca-Cola each and rushed off to the park to drink them. Did the same thing three days running, but on the last day we got the shock of our lives. We both took a huge swig of Cocoa-Cola only to discover it was vinegar! I still have immense admiration for that lorry driver who rather than reporting us to the school actually taught us a life long lesson about honesty - and probably had a really good laugh at the same time.

A group of us went on a school trip to some sort of exhibition. There was a double glazing company there with advertising cards which you filled in if you wanted a visit from a representative from the company.
My friends and I took lots of cards and filled them in with addresses of parents of our friends. Subsequently these people were all contacted by the company. One set of parents actually went on to buy double glazing!

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!

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.

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 😂

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 😁

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

SpinDriftCoastal

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?

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.

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..

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,

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

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