When I attended Oswego High School in the 1980s, I thought the administrators were a bunch of out-of-touch, clueless, overbearing bastards on an authority trip. For example, once a guy (one with serious psychological problems) punched me in the chin for no apparent reason. Although several bystanders (his friends, no less) testified that I didn't do anything, we were punished equally with Saturday morning detentions. Such was justice, Oswego style.
I assume the people who ran Oswego High twenty years ago have moved on or retired by now. Fortunately, they've been replaced by more out-of-touch, clueless, overbearing bastards on an authority trip. That's my reaction to the ".08 T-shirt controversy" there.
And people wonder why I refuse to go to high school reunions. Hell, I hated high school so much that I won't even watch TV shows about it, no matter how many people laud "Friday Night Lights." If those were "the best days of my life," I would have killed myself by now.