I was a quiet kid, struggled with my work, never had any issues aside from getting my work done…read more Every teacher I had except my 10th year writing teacher and 12th year history teacher were completely fine people. I transitioned somewhere in 10th grade, got the courage to use women's restrooms in 11th/12th. My first and only issues arose when Mr PISSelli decided I wasn't allowed to use the women's restrooms :). There may have been more than one reason, but his overall excuse was "you shouldn't be going in there anyways." Yet, one of my friends was getting sexually harassed by a trans girl who also used the women's restrooms. Take a wild guess what happened? Nothing. I don't care what the board said. Following orders is one thing, bowing down and sucking up is another. Standing up for what's right isn't something you'll find at CB.

I could've been a better kid but I think the central bucks school system (the school system that…read moreput me on ADHD meds in 3rd grade thinking it would work when really it made me very sick) didn't help me much throughout my time in elementary, middle, and during my time here at south until they expelled me. When I did go to south they rarely did anything besides put me in emotional support when there was NO SUPPORT for ANYONES EMOTIONS. The only people I truly liked out of the school was a teacher that passed away from cancer (R.I.P. Joe Moody), the security Mr. R, and my guidance counselor, she seemed to understand but wasn't able to help much, due to my own behavior. Wish I could change it but it's the past, maybe they could've helped me better myself as well, it wouldn't have killed you if you took the extra time but oh well. Other than the few people and a couple others not mentioned were very nice, but you're better off homeschooling your child. P.S. FIX YOUR BULLYING ISSUES AND STAND UP FOR SOME OF YOUR STUDENTS THAT SUFFER IN SILENCE. CBSD IS F*CKING TERRIBLE WHEN IT COMES TO WORKING WITH THE MENTAL CAPACITY/STABILITY OF A CHILD REGARDLESS OF AGE. I'D HONESTLY GIVE NO STARS IF I COULD. THANK YOU AND FIX YOURSELVES BEFORE YOU FAIL ANYONE ELSE AND KICK THEM OUT FOR THEIR OWN PROBLEMS, FOR THEY DONT KNOW HOW TO CORRECTLY DEAL WITH THEM... WORK! WITH! YOUR! KIDS! BETTER!!! Excuse my language and accept my censorship because these have been some resonating thoughts I've had for years now. Key word: SOME.

I came here for school and i liked it. The school got a new jungle gym. The school has nice staff…read more Some even smile 24/7, like the Joker. I like to gym. Good music program. I love the art lady and the recess aids!

There was a water issue so the water is bad. But lunch food is ok, but most of it is whole grain…read moreand the taste sometime can be bad. But other wise the classes and teachers are great!

Well, all in all, I have to say that I got a first-class education at CB West…read more Socially - it was a heck of alot better than Lenape. Although, I attended during the raucous football era of Coach Pettine (Sr.) and personally, I really never gave a crap about how our football team was doing. (In case you missed that CB West was State Champion for like, years & years in a row back then.) Whatever. I enjoyed certain things, but really - I am so glad that high school is over and that I never have to do that again. Oh yeah - and to that IDIOT gym teacher who flunked me and threatened to not let me graduate until i could successfully run "the mile" - here's a big"sod-off"! Nobody in Corporate America has EVER asked me to run a mile. Ever. My reunion is coming up this November - and I am prepared to attend looking fresh and FABULOUS. P.S. Pink (Alicia Moore) went here. We smoked our ciggies on the same corner - just about 10 years apart.

"Blandness with a side of rude customer service"…read more I'm an upper-middle class businessman who worked in the Doylestown area for the greater part of the year, and have been able to sample most of the noteworthy dining locations in town, excluding of course this particular establishment, it being just beyond the densest part of town. During my lunch hour, I felt it proper to finally give Buck's a chance. The property is quite large with an accommodating parking lot--the lot was quite packed, though luckily I was able to secure a parking space. I went in through front entrance and realized that this is not quite a restaurant in and of itself, but some kind of collective of facilities seemingly not unlike the YMCA. There were a lot of children moving around when I went into the building; it seemed like perhaps a school had brought their children here for a field trip. Unfortunately, I did not have enough time to properly enjoy most of the facilities. I was impressed; near the entrance they boast a lecture hall, a set of restrooms neatly tucked away in a crevice, a lounge area, an indoor sports gymnasium, a membership/sign in booth, and what appeared to be a social services office. Beyond that, I noticed sets of public lockers just off the hallway, and series of offices in hallways dissecting the larger "avenues." I made my way to the integrated food establishment, fittingly called "Nourriture pour les Affamés." It featured semi-buffet style get-it-yourself service in an area aside the tables and chairs. I went into the area, picked up a serving tray, and picked out a chicken patty, an apple, and a box of chocolate milk. The cashier was quite rude, claiming that they wouldn't take my Discover card (just what do they think they're selling, drugs?), so I of course had to pay cash. I find myself a seat and began eating. The chicken patty was dry, lacking in any toppings or condiments whatsoever, the apple tasted like wet cardboard, and the milk was in a box. Disgusted, I knocked the remnants of my half-eaten quote unquote "food" onto the floor and attempted to exit the food establishment. Before I could even get close to the exit, a small, leathery woman began berating me about God-knows-what, something about privilege cards and detention and blah blah blah, all the while spewing saliva onto my person. I had no choice but to sit back down and wait for the bell before being allowed to leave.