When I went to highschool, part of our PE class was archery. We could use our own bows, and got prizes for the best shots. We'd all bring our rifles into school after hunting in the morning and put them in our lockers. We knew better than to misuse them. I carried a knife on me at all times, not for protection or anything, just in case I had anything I had to cut. I'd leave and walk into town for lunch and grab something at the local diner, then go back and eat it during class.

The worst thing that ever happened was just petty fistfights between boys who were friends 5 minutes later. I got in a few scrapes myself, but eh, whatever.

I love country life