Scott Partridge:
CLASS OF 1982
California High SchoolClass of 1982
Whittier, CA
East Whittier Junior High SchoolClass of 1978
Whittier, CA
Ocean View Elementary SchoolClass of 1976
Whittier, CA
Scott's Story
Greetings Condors...Some of you may remember me as Chuck Partridges little brother "Butter" If you do, yes you are old!!
At the end of my senior year, my counselor pulled me into her office and told me I was 30 credits short. I said, "nice work, telling me this at the frickin' end of my tenure". She said, "Scott, your not suppose be on a four period day your freshmen through junior years!" With less than a month to go..."Impossible" I said. She said "Well, you know we do have a program where you can do outside work to earn extra credit for graduating; Like mowing lawns, painting, etc." So she gave me the forms to have people fill out and sign after completion of the work. By next period(don't narc. on me folks), I had all the units completed. Thanks Condors. When I went to my counselor the next week, she just looked at me through her bloodshot, hungover eyes, and said "okayyy".
But wait there's more. So I earned(through cunning genious) enough credits to graduate and its all good, my family is coming from everywhere to watch me walk, etc. Two days before graduating, we were hanging out by the pole at break and someone gave me an M-80(big firecracker) to light. So, being the boy at heart that I was/am, I lit it, and threw it into a trash can next to me. Just then, Mrs. Hodges mysteriously appeared out of nowhere,walked by, and "Boom" It blew up right next to her, covering her face with donut chunks and trash can spooge. Swish..two points for Partridge, I thought. Unfortunately, however, someone immediately narced on me. Wi...Expand for more
thin a few minutes, the principal and vice principal were mysteriously hanging out at the pole where all of the cool cats hung out. I thought, hmmm, thats wierd! Once the bell rung, I started to Mrs. Rods Art class. The principals followed me and stayed right on my ass. I thought, I hope I don't have any "stuff" on me. "Scott, what's up?" exclaimed the principals. I said, the sky. No, they said. "What's been up in the last few minutes!" I thought, probably your wives legs with the janitors...you better get home! But said, "something you want to discuss Heir Fuhrers?" Lets take a walk, they said. I knew then, that some pimple face nerd ratted on me to gain browny points and still got a C in calculus! The principals put me through their little stage act and eventually barred me from walking with my class as an "example" of how not to be. Looking back on it now, it was dumb of me to do that. However, its a funny, and thankfully not tragic story of how boys will be boys. I bet the principals, if they have any boy left in their hearts, laughed there asses off at the site of dohnut chunks and trash can spooge in Mrs. Hodges store bought-bleach blond hair. My kids know that I am still a boy at heart and like to do "those" types of things. Especially when out camping... I still graduated high school and then went on and graduated from college (BS & MS). Working for the Sanitation Districts as a Civil Engineer. Been with them going on 19 years. Married for 16 years (21 years together) with two beautiful little ladies.
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