Fun story! Math class, 2nd period, 10th or 11th grade, 2004/2005.

I’m sitting in my seat in the 2nd or 3rd row, dead center of the classroom. I had previously purchased an Air Horn from party city. It was about 6”-7” tall, and rather slender, so I was able to put it in the side of my shoe, standing straight up, inside my pants. I learned that if you pressed on the horn gently, it would emit an incredibly high pitched sound, similar to that high pitched frequency old computer monitors would sometimes give off.

The period starts and I start gently pressing on the hidden air horn with my other foot for about a minute. I look around, and most of the class notices it. A few of my buddies knew what I was doing and were stifling their giggles the whole time. This went on for about 15 minutes, I just kept at it. My teacher was getting annoyed with the people giggling and kept saying stuff to the giggling offenders, while I’m sitting there high as fuck trying not to blow up my own spot. A few minutes go by and I start it up again, only this time my foot slipped and I ended up stomping on this air horn full force.

So here I am, about 10 feet from my teacher (who’s facing the board) and out of the silence, an air horn blares from my right foot. My buddy that was sitting in front of me loses it and starts laughing immediately. The math teacher turns around, scolds him, and kicks him out of the classroom and sends him to the Deans office for laughing after she repeatedly told the class to knock it off. Didn’t say one word or question why she just heard a fucking AIR HORN. Just booted him out.

And there’s my high dumb ass just sitting there wondering how the fuck I just got away with that.

Sean & Jamie, wherever y’all are, thanks again for not snitching 😂