I went to highschool during the satanic panic years. A friend and I wanted to start an after school DnD club, we pitched it to the principal (and convinced him it was just a dice adventure game and not Satan worship), and he said yeah you can have a club, but you need a teacher to be preaent and run it.

We had mentioned it to the Music/History teacher, and he volunteered. He joined in a game to see what it was all about, but our DM was running us through something with little action so the Teacher was bored with the time between turns, but he stuck it out the whole year. He’d sit in the corner by himself reading a book, for an hour and a half to two hours, while we played DnD.

What a champion.

My experience was the opposite of this unfortunately. Everyone hated me and even the people who didn’t avoided me because I imagine being associated with me devalued their social standing.