Things you got/didn't get away with in school?
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the_gr8mitypoo
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My junior year of high school my history teacher was pregnant and she was pretty damn hot. So I just started joking around in class that I had actually knocked her up. Well one day her husband showed up to bring her lunch. I'd been sent back to class early for some sort of jackass-ery I'd pulled during lunch. She introduced us and being the polite young gentleman I was I stuck my hand out to shake his. Needless to say she'd told him what I'd been saying and it was the most painful hand shake I've every received in my life. :lol
During my senior year in 12th grade AP Physics our class hid "notes" in our scientific calculators (TI-83,-89, etc.). There were no notes allowed on these exams so we were expected to memorize dozens and dozens of equations. Everyone made a simple text file in the calculator and put in equations and what not into the calculator. The instructor didn't know jack about the calculators so we got away with it. He was impressed because the "class average" was much much higher than any of his previous years......
DaCocoBrova
Finally bought a new PSP, but then pushed the demon onto someone else. Jesus.
Gouty said:
A very embarrassing parent/teacher conference with both of parents. My Dad had to fly down from Boston to attend. I don't know what I was thinking.
I did get away with selling/smoking weed in college for a while, but eventually got caught. Ruined my life. I got away with a lot of pussy pre-visitation while I was in college though.
One time they did this random room check. I begged my girl to come over and she just didn't want to. But I persisted and she eventually gave in. I smashed w/ my roommate in the room and everything. Anyway, while we were cuddling, I kept hearing doors being knocked on down the hall. There was nothing I could do, so I told her to hold me really tight to make it look like it was just me in the bed.
They finally knocked on my door, came in looked under the beds, closet etc. As the R.A. said 'Goodnight fellas...' I see him look down at the floor and smirk. Apparently her panties were on the floor next to my bed. Close one!
This resulted in her and I roaming the campus at night, checking for unlocked classroom doors. One night we managed to find ourselves in the language lab. We were doing our thing and when the orgasm hit, it was so fucking intense. All I remember was a white flash (my eyes were closed), my knees buckled... I pull out and release my seed all over some box that was on the floor next to the table I was smashing her on. When we turned on the lights, I realized I nutted all over the language lab head sets! :lol
Commodore_Perry
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Senior tradition at our school is to get drunk and camp in the parking lot the night before graduation. My year they planned on busting us all, but one of my buddy's Dads was a Sheriff so he told the police office that he'd supervise us.
As soon as we all got there, he told us we could have all the fun we wanted as long as nobody left that night.
About two hours into the night CHP showed up and said there was a report of some raucous. They went onto campus and found about 30 picnic tables stacked into a pyramid in the middle of the quad.
I was wasted and volunteered to help them take it all down as long as they didn't break up our party. They gave me an honorary CHP badge sticker and told me to hold down the fort for the rest of the night.
Then me and a couple friends snuck back onto campus and dug a trench in front of the library in the shape of our graduating year, then filled it with about 100 lbs of concrete and river rock. From what I heard, the grass never grows properly in the spot since the janitorial staff just covered it with dirt.
The same night, one of my classmates stole a life-size plastic horse from the roof of a nearby Grain and Feed store and JB welded it to the top of our football stadium announcer's booth.
As soon as we all got there, he told us we could have all the fun we wanted as long as nobody left that night.
About two hours into the night CHP showed up and said there was a report of some raucous. They went onto campus and found about 30 picnic tables stacked into a pyramid in the middle of the quad.
I was wasted and volunteered to help them take it all down as long as they didn't break up our party. They gave me an honorary CHP badge sticker and told me to hold down the fort for the rest of the night.
Then me and a couple friends snuck back onto campus and dug a trench in front of the library in the shape of our graduating year, then filled it with about 100 lbs of concrete and river rock. From what I heard, the grass never grows properly in the spot since the janitorial staff just covered it with dirt.
The same night, one of my classmates stole a life-size plastic horse from the roof of a nearby Grain and Feed store and JB welded it to the top of our football stadium announcer's booth.
I spent my entire high-school existence making out with my girlfriend on the playing fields.
I feel fucking shameful now thinking of how over-the-top those kissing sessions were.
Just lying on the field, kissing, for half an hour.
People must have thought we were fucking retarded.
I feel fucking shameful now thinking of how over-the-top those kissing sessions were.
Just lying on the field, kissing, for half an hour.
People must have thought we were fucking retarded.
Exhumed said:
Ah yes, the good ole' TI-83.
Kids these days have it made. They have their fancy-schmancy cell phones, laptops, and doo-dads. We were roughing it out by programming each other's calculators! Before that, it was the little paper inlet on the back of the TI-34's protective case. You would be AMAZED by how small you could write an algebra equation...
AtomskEater
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There's really only one time I got away with something significant. My English teacher (let's call her Ms. Duffy) sent another classmate and myself to get something from another room, for some reason we decided to skip and stay in that room to use the computers. The teacher there was just like "You guys should be in class, but whatever." After maybe fifteen minutes another student came in looking for us and went back to tell the Ms. Duffy where we were.
The next day in English the kid I skipped with complained that Ms. Duffy called his house and he got a beating for skipping. She hadn't called my house.
Probably because I was one of the "good, quiet" kids.
There were some other incidents like accidentally pulling out a friend's weave. That was a loooooong time ago in elementary school, but I don't remember getting punished for it.
Edit: Also threw a bread roll during a food fight, and had one of the lunchroom workers call me on it the next day. Didn't get in trouble, though.
The next day in English the kid I skipped with complained that Ms. Duffy called his house and he got a beating for skipping. She hadn't called my house.
Probably because I was one of the "good, quiet" kids. There were some other incidents like accidentally pulling out a friend's weave. That was a loooooong time ago in elementary school, but I don't remember getting punished for it.
Edit: Also threw a bread roll during a food fight, and had one of the lunchroom workers call me on it the next day. Didn't get in trouble, though.
DaCocoBrova
Finally bought a new PSP, but then pushed the demon onto someone else. Jesus.
I attended Choate Rosemary Hall for one summer. It's some snooty boarding school in Wallingford Connecticut. Anyway, the last night there we had some dance. Shorty I was seeing broke up with me, so I really didn't want to go. Instead, I had this elaborate scheme planned, which was me somehow breaking into this rich kid's room and stealing a Discman (a big deal back then) and some really nice headphones.
So I go down to the dance or whatever, mingle... As soon as those whom I was with got distracted, I leave and run across campus. I get to the dorm without anyone spotting me. I really must've wanted to hear my Fu Schnickens in CD quality because I managed to pull out the screen to my room, scale the side of the building (I was a good 4 stories up!) and then slice open the kid's room with the goods with my key and get what I came for, hide it and return to the dance!
As the Amtrak pulled off the next day, I felt like a criminal mastermind that got away scott-free. I liked that feeling. It kind of turned me on...
So I go down to the dance or whatever, mingle... As soon as those whom I was with got distracted, I leave and run across campus. I get to the dorm without anyone spotting me. I really must've wanted to hear my Fu Schnickens in CD quality because I managed to pull out the screen to my room, scale the side of the building (I was a good 4 stories up!) and then slice open the kid's room with the goods with my key and get what I came for, hide it and return to the dance!
As the Amtrak pulled off the next day, I felt like a criminal mastermind that got away scott-free. I liked that feeling. It kind of turned me on...
layzie1989
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Exhumed said:
yeah i dont get what teachers are thinking...i mean my freshman year of college i did the exact same thing for a science class, except i put definitions and other stuff in there. I think tons of people do that
In middle school me and my friends had this dragon ball z thing. We'd print and trade DBZ pictures from the nets and write down huge url's. (tinyurl why didn't you come out earlier?) I had a good printer, so eventually I got the idea to sell porn/hentai. :lol I eventually got caught cause people wanted to resell or keep them at school. Nothing happened though.
In an English class I had a teacher who liked The Cure and she found out I did. I pretty much got an A based on that alone cause most people were preppy bitches are trouble making class clowns.
In an English class I had a teacher who liked The Cure and she found out I did. I pretty much got an A based on that alone cause most people were preppy bitches are trouble making class clowns.
AtomskEater
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Yes, as stated I was a good kid. It was the highlight of my school career.Google said:
It's interesting. The lower level math classes at my school go to this math lab to take a test at anytime they want during a few day time interval. The calcs get wiped out.layzie1989 said:
In higher level courses, you take exams in your lecture class. No calc get wiped out. I think they expect it honestly.
Well in 10th grade we had a hot 26 yr old substitute art teacher for 4 weeks because our drawing 1 teacher was recovering from a back injury. I went for advice and she hit on me. she took a chair and placed it on door handle locking/jamming it.
We were making out, I took her shirt and was fingering her and I sucked her tits. then another student knocked on the door asking for help and we had to bail and just said a shelf tipped and was blocking the door. I had a raging boner and just used my pants waist and held my dick up.
This happened on a Wednesday, we had a 5 day weekend break. When I came back monday the real teacher was back.
First time I've ever mentioned this, ever. She facebook'd me 2 weeks ago and she now teaches in UAE.
We were making out, I took her shirt and was fingering her and I sucked her tits. then another student knocked on the door asking for help and we had to bail and just said a shelf tipped and was blocking the door. I had a raging boner and just used my pants waist and held my dick up.
This happened on a Wednesday, we had a 5 day weekend break. When I came back monday the real teacher was back.
First time I've ever mentioned this, ever. She facebook'd me 2 weeks ago and she now teaches in UAE.
edible_candle
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In 8th grade I believe, I was taking a geography class. The teacher was a bit strict, but I seemed to get a long with her just fine. During lunch, I heard that one of her other classes had played a game of jeopardy. During said game, a student answered a question incorrectly, and she immediately shouted, "Shit!" upon realizing her mistake. The teacher gave her a detention and told her to sit in the hallway.
Later in the day, I had the same class. The teacher said "Now you all know the rules..." I immediately replied, "Yeah, you can't yell 'shit' when you lose." She turned towards me, finger pointed in a menacing manner, but all she did was shake her head a bit and smile.
Later in the day, I had the same class. The teacher said "Now you all know the rules..." I immediately replied, "Yeah, you can't yell 'shit' when you lose." She turned towards me, finger pointed in a menacing manner, but all she did was shake her head a bit and smile.
I <3 Memes
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Sol.. said:
I got away with very little since my father was the superintendent and there was always some asshole teacher looking to kiss his ass my telling him about every tiny thing I did.
I did slap a girl's ass so perfectly it created a sonic boom that bounced off the walls. I thought I'd get in deep shit for that but nothing happened. I also managed to manipulate my principal to get out of a lot of things. For instance telling the computer teacher to go fuck himself when he bitched at me for drinking soda in the theater. And refusing to go to the principals office when I got caught smoking until I had finished my cigarette. Figured I was already in trouble, might as well enjoy the rest of the cigarette.
I did slap a girl's ass so perfectly it created a sonic boom that bounced off the walls. I thought I'd get in deep shit for that but nothing happened. I also managed to manipulate my principal to get out of a lot of things. For instance telling the computer teacher to go fuck himself when he bitched at me for drinking soda in the theater. And refusing to go to the principals office when I got caught smoking until I had finished my cigarette. Figured I was already in trouble, might as well enjoy the rest of the cigarette.
Me and my entire "keyboarding" class got away with playing Tribes and using Napster for basically an entire quarter due to the teacher being in a hospital due to a rock climbing incident in Europe the week before school started up again in the fall :lol
And then I was playing CS for basically a year as I finished all the work in my CAD class and since there was only 1 teacher for the entire Drafting/CAD classroom (massive room) I was off in my own little corner, pretending to draft, sending in an assignment a week when they were all done in the first week and a half basically :lol
And then I was playing CS for basically a year as I finished all the work in my CAD class and since there was only 1 teacher for the entire Drafting/CAD classroom (massive room) I was off in my own little corner, pretending to draft, sending in an assignment a week when they were all done in the first week and a half basically :lol
American History. Only person allowed in the class to sleep. I was removed from the honors due to lack of work effort. It was tiring to me to write essays in class. I aced everything in the course and didn't have to study. And I'm not talking about the bullshit excuse either how every kid doesn't have to study! I mean I intimated the teacher where he rather not have me speak at all. Both because I had a good understanding of the information but I was a real fuckwitt. I made Reagan out to be a national hero(Which he is!!!!) and someone actually wrote some goofy bullshit I said on a test. I was that fucking good.
Popular literature. Similar to the above one, except more. I could sleep, read, leave class at anytime to go to the library without a pass or even telling him, to get food from the cafeteria, etc. It was no better than a study hall to me. I even typed the papers due right before class and ended up late. He didn't care at all. It was another thing I got away with no one else could quite do. I think he recognized I was in a class that was far below me. The class was meant to get people to read...I was reading a book a day for almost my entire senior year. And most of it wasn't popular literature either. But I did the work...one paged type every 3 weeks and some crappy pop book. Like above, I got kicked out of my college writing course since I wrote a paper describing on why the teacher was a failure as a teacher. I admit, that wasn't so subtle on my part as normal.
Also my favorite English teacher who I had a crush on would definitely let me slide with work. I was always the one who was good at analyzing writings but weaker at the essays. I do admit, I improved a shitload while in his class too. Not so much on the mechanics but how it went from a freshman level, to a college level in quality and substances. He is also the only teacher to pick up on my "gift". I could read teachers to know exactly how hard I can push them, what I can get away, how much work I have to do, What they would take as blind idiocy vs intentionally planned, and so forth. I basically hid allot of my actions behind idiocy, which most of the teachers bought. He also picked up I could fall asleep without putting my head down and while holding a book :lol
I didn't have to serve detentions either, Person who watched over them was some nasty foreign lady, except if you were nice to her. She was actually a nice lady. She would check me in and would say it's okay for me to go to the library and work. Aka she didn't care if I would just leave.
Library was another one, I was there so much. I didn't even need to buy books my senior year. They would let me take out the reference ones if I needed them.
Now if we get to grade school...Rollerblades+Ninja outfit. They never found out who that kid was! :lol
Popular literature. Similar to the above one, except more. I could sleep, read, leave class at anytime to go to the library without a pass or even telling him, to get food from the cafeteria, etc. It was no better than a study hall to me. I even typed the papers due right before class and ended up late. He didn't care at all. It was another thing I got away with no one else could quite do. I think he recognized I was in a class that was far below me. The class was meant to get people to read...I was reading a book a day for almost my entire senior year. And most of it wasn't popular literature either. But I did the work...one paged type every 3 weeks and some crappy pop book. Like above, I got kicked out of my college writing course since I wrote a paper describing on why the teacher was a failure as a teacher. I admit, that wasn't so subtle on my part as normal.
Also my favorite English teacher who I had a crush on would definitely let me slide with work. I was always the one who was good at analyzing writings but weaker at the essays. I do admit, I improved a shitload while in his class too. Not so much on the mechanics but how it went from a freshman level, to a college level in quality and substances. He is also the only teacher to pick up on my "gift". I could read teachers to know exactly how hard I can push them, what I can get away, how much work I have to do, What they would take as blind idiocy vs intentionally planned, and so forth. I basically hid allot of my actions behind idiocy, which most of the teachers bought. He also picked up I could fall asleep without putting my head down and while holding a book :lol
I didn't have to serve detentions either, Person who watched over them was some nasty foreign lady, except if you were nice to her. She was actually a nice lady. She would check me in and would say it's okay for me to go to the library and work. Aka she didn't care if I would just leave.
Library was another one, I was there so much. I didn't even need to buy books my senior year. They would let me take out the reference ones if I needed them.
Now if we get to grade school...Rollerblades+Ninja outfit. They never found out who that kid was! :lol
In high school, junior year, waiting to start history class. It was January, so it was freezing out. I was in the last row closest to the windows, and I let out a very long, silent fart. It had a hellacious odor, and after a few seconds, the guy in front of me starts freaking out, and it spreads from there, people gagging and cursing, all the while I am desperately trying to keep from bursting out laughing. A couple minutes later the teacher walks in and catches a whiff. He drops his briefcase on his desk, says "I'm not teaching in here," and walks out for about five minutes, while someone opens the windows to let in fresh yet frigid air to clear the place out. Upon coming back, our teacher says "Whoever did that needs to see a doctor." I told my parents that night, and my mom just should her head while my dad was laughing his ass off.
During my first couple years of high school, some of us took public transport to high school, and this meant the bus system. One week a bus load of junior high kids would flip us off each day and scream shit at us while we stood waiting for the next bus, and we decided to fight back. Each guy brought some kind of throwable fruit, which we then pelted the bus with as it drove by. You'd have thought we were throwing grenades the way those kids started diving.
Related to that, a few times my freshman year there would be guys near our stop who would get off their bus, run across the street and start just randomly beating the shit out of whoever was waiting for the bus on the crossing route. So me and the other guys from my school would be climbing over each other trying to get on the bus when it came, as their bus arrived just before ours. Thank fuck they didn't have weapons.
During my first couple years of high school, some of us took public transport to high school, and this meant the bus system. One week a bus load of junior high kids would flip us off each day and scream shit at us while we stood waiting for the next bus, and we decided to fight back. Each guy brought some kind of throwable fruit, which we then pelted the bus with as it drove by. You'd have thought we were throwing grenades the way those kids started diving.
Related to that, a few times my freshman year there would be guys near our stop who would get off their bus, run across the street and start just randomly beating the shit out of whoever was waiting for the bus on the crossing route. So me and the other guys from my school would be climbing over each other trying to get on the bus when it came, as their bus arrived just before ours. Thank fuck they didn't have weapons.
Snowman Prophet of Doom
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I feel like such a nerd. I always rode the straight and narrow in high school; I don't know that I broke a single rule the entire time that I was there.
My tenth grade year, one of us had the bright idea of tossing a few stink bombs under the risers...in an indoor gym...during a pep rally.
Now the entire school was in attendance, including the faculty and staff (1,200+). Thankfully, they weren't the "explosion" type. Smoke would just billow out of each bomb with the most dreadful odor I have ever smelled. A number of students started puking uncontrollably. The smoke was so thick that it cut visibility to almost zero on our side (everyone was sectioned off into areas related to classification, i.e. Freshmen, Sophomores, etc.). The Principal ordered the students to evacuate the gym right then. He was soooooo pissed. :lol
Thinking back, that was really funny. The sophomores were banished from attending any pep rallies for the remainder of the year, not that we cared at all.
Now the entire school was in attendance, including the faculty and staff (1,200+). Thankfully, they weren't the "explosion" type. Smoke would just billow out of each bomb with the most dreadful odor I have ever smelled. A number of students started puking uncontrollably. The smoke was so thick that it cut visibility to almost zero on our side (everyone was sectioned off into areas related to classification, i.e. Freshmen, Sophomores, etc.). The Principal ordered the students to evacuate the gym right then. He was soooooo pissed. :lol
Thinking back, that was really funny. The sophomores were banished from attending any pep rallies for the remainder of the year, not that we cared at all.
Some more:
We sprayed pepperspray on a doorknob hoping that the supervisor would open the door and rub his eyes. Suddenly a pregnant supervisor shows up, touches the handle and smells her hand. That was a freaky moment. I was the only one worrying sick about something happening to her baby, while everyone else was worried about getting busted. Fortunately nothing happened.
In 8th grade the whole class started splashing water in the dressing room of the school gym. It looked like a tsunami hit the room. The teacher swore he'd find those responsible. Never did though :lol His nickname was "waterman" for the rest of the year.
We sprayed pepperspray on a doorknob hoping that the supervisor would open the door and rub his eyes. Suddenly a pregnant supervisor shows up, touches the handle and smells her hand. That was a freaky moment. I was the only one worrying sick about something happening to her baby, while everyone else was worried about getting busted. Fortunately nothing happened.
In 8th grade the whole class started splashing water in the dressing room of the school gym. It looked like a tsunami hit the room. The teacher swore he'd find those responsible. Never did though :lol His nickname was "waterman" for the rest of the year.
SpeedingUptoStop
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I had a math teacher who would go on FOREVER telling stories about how he loved New zealand and farming and stuff. Anybody asking him a question could throw him off the entire class period. so, i had lunch period in the middle of his class. In the second half, when we came back, I'd always take the bathroom pass and go to the next lunch period without him ever really noticing.:lol
In my Applied Mathematics and Computations course, I completely slacked on everything: not going to classes, not turning in homeworks, and missing the midterms. I missed the cutoff to drop the class, and failed to show up for the final. In what I can only assume was an error on the professor's part, I ended up with an A in the class.
VGChampion
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Ugh, so many stories I wouldn't even know where to begin.
I remember in 11th grade me and this girl caused so much trouble for one of our teachers it was ridiculous. We pretty much got away with it all as well. We would rearrange the desks in a way that everybody was trapped, messed with all the notes, cheats, didn't pay attention at all, being late, etc...it was nothing major. Just a lot of little stuff that helped us through the day. It was the last period also so that made it even better. The teacher was cool with us also. He never expected it was us.
That reminds me, one of my friends would rip out the pages in her spanish book every time she was called on so she didn't have to do the work or would come work with me so we could just goof off. The teacher was such a loser she never even realized how little everyone cared in that class. :lol
When I was a lot younger in 8th grade I remember we had a dress up presentation where we had to go as someone from the past so a lot of kids had powder to gray their hair. Needless to say, the locker room was completely powdered. Took a long time to clean up. It's funny though, my class was always the big class on campus somehow. I went to a private school 1-8 and we had the run of the school. Most of the kids had parents in the faculty so we were behind almost everything.
I remember in 11th grade me and this girl caused so much trouble for one of our teachers it was ridiculous. We pretty much got away with it all as well. We would rearrange the desks in a way that everybody was trapped, messed with all the notes, cheats, didn't pay attention at all, being late, etc...it was nothing major. Just a lot of little stuff that helped us through the day. It was the last period also so that made it even better. The teacher was cool with us also. He never expected it was us.
That reminds me, one of my friends would rip out the pages in her spanish book every time she was called on so she didn't have to do the work or would come work with me so we could just goof off. The teacher was such a loser she never even realized how little everyone cared in that class. :lol
When I was a lot younger in 8th grade I remember we had a dress up presentation where we had to go as someone from the past so a lot of kids had powder to gray their hair. Needless to say, the locker room was completely powdered. Took a long time to clean up. It's funny though, my class was always the big class on campus somehow. I went to a private school 1-8 and we had the run of the school. Most of the kids had parents in the faculty so we were behind almost everything.
StormyTheRabbit
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In middle school, my teacher would always leave to go to the restroom during my period (first). So I'd steal the next days test, copy the answers, then sell the scores for 5$ a pop. Eventually things started to get hot, so I gave the idea away to another kid who eventually got caught for it .
In High School (I'm a Senior now) well lets see. I can really skip any class and just tel lthe teacher I was in the bathroom sick and they won't say anything. I am generally a good student who just enjoys using my skills of being smart for evil. Even if I'm doing horrible in a class, I am generally liked by the teachers well enough that they let me get away with anything.
Hell, I have straightforwardly told several teachers that I smoke weed and they just said "I assumed."
I usually cut out the back doors, which lock behind you (so I stick something in them to prop them open), around the middle of the day to go for a cig.
And any day I feel like leaving early, I just do with a friend. My schools budget got cut so bad that we don't have a security guard anymore. Not like they did anything even when we had one.
Other than that, I don't really do much else. High School is such a waste at this point that all I try to do is make my 7 hours there easier. Whether its sleeping, reading, etc. Now that I think of it, I've gotten yelled at more for reading novels during class than anything.
Oh and about 2 weeks ago a teacher tried taking my cell phone. I said no, so they took me to the principal. She told me that is was policy that they take my phone. But I was getting my wisdom teeth out the following day, and then it was a 3 day weekend...so I wasn't letting them take my phone for about 5 days.
I asked what happens if I don't give it to them, they told me that the cops are called....After hearing the insanity of this, I told them to call the cops and see if they will take time out of their day to detain a kid who wouldn't give up the phone.
Long story short, I kept the phone.
.In High School (I'm a Senior now) well lets see. I can really skip any class and just tel lthe teacher I was in the bathroom sick and they won't say anything. I am generally a good student who just enjoys using my skills of being smart for evil. Even if I'm doing horrible in a class, I am generally liked by the teachers well enough that they let me get away with anything.
Hell, I have straightforwardly told several teachers that I smoke weed and they just said "I assumed."
I usually cut out the back doors, which lock behind you (so I stick something in them to prop them open), around the middle of the day to go for a cig.
And any day I feel like leaving early, I just do with a friend. My schools budget got cut so bad that we don't have a security guard anymore. Not like they did anything even when we had one.
Other than that, I don't really do much else. High School is such a waste at this point that all I try to do is make my 7 hours there easier. Whether its sleeping, reading, etc. Now that I think of it, I've gotten yelled at more for reading novels during class than anything.
Oh and about 2 weeks ago a teacher tried taking my cell phone. I said no, so they took me to the principal. She told me that is was policy that they take my phone. But I was getting my wisdom teeth out the following day, and then it was a 3 day weekend...so I wasn't letting them take my phone for about 5 days.
I asked what happens if I don't give it to them, they told me that the cops are called....After hearing the insanity of this, I told them to call the cops and see if they will take time out of their day to detain a kid who wouldn't give up the phone.
Long story short, I kept the phone.
Escape Goat
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I wrote a paper on Andrew Jackson for my AP History class. Got the paper back and it said "See me" on the top of it. I was terrified all through class. Finally I go up after class is over and ask her about it. She asks if I had any help with the paper. I told her no (I wrote it the night before by myself).
I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or insulted. I left kind of stunned.
I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or insulted. I left kind of stunned.
So many school stories...
One of them: We did this project about... something I can't remember. Anyways, we stuck these big ass paper posters filled with information and illustrations all over our classroom walls. Those posters were hanging there for a few weeks and nobody really cared about them.
Just before an exam, we wrote all the answers on those posters, so when the teacher gave us the exam everyone knew what to do. It wasn't obvious, we used same colors, similar letter size so she wouldn't see it.
She didn't realize what was going on and we completed the exam. Then she was ready to left the room and we all started to laugh, we just couldn't believe we were going to get away with it. Then she began suspecting on us "Why are you all laughing?" Then she started to look everywhere until she found the answers on the posters. "Wha? Don't ever do this to me again, ok?" We burst out laughing again.
She didn't make us repeat the test, surprisingly.
One of them: We did this project about... something I can't remember. Anyways, we stuck these big ass paper posters filled with information and illustrations all over our classroom walls. Those posters were hanging there for a few weeks and nobody really cared about them.
Just before an exam, we wrote all the answers on those posters, so when the teacher gave us the exam everyone knew what to do. It wasn't obvious, we used same colors, similar letter size so she wouldn't see it.
She didn't realize what was going on and we completed the exam. Then she was ready to left the room and we all started to laugh, we just couldn't believe we were going to get away with it. Then she began suspecting on us "Why are you all laughing?" Then she started to look everywhere until she found the answers on the posters. "Wha? Don't ever do this to me again, ok?" We burst out laughing again.
She didn't make us repeat the test, surprisingly.
Got another one...
Senior year, A+ certification course, we would play CS, Diablo II, Starcraft, etc. As long as we did our definitions and labs for the week, which were both incredibly easy and took like 1/2 a class period to do, the instructor didn't give a crap. He even joined us on a few Starcraft games, even though he sucked. Pretty cool guy overall.
Senior year, A+ certification course, we would play CS, Diablo II, Starcraft, etc. As long as we did our definitions and labs for the week, which were both incredibly easy and took like 1/2 a class period to do, the instructor didn't give a crap. He even joined us on a few Starcraft games, even though he sucked. Pretty cool guy overall.
Urban Scholar
Member
Hmm.....
Ahh yes! Middle School when they gave us kids more internet time we soon learned about that lame firewall. So my friends and I tried day after day to get around it. Soon enough we realized it was archaic to the point that as long the site didn't have anything explicit in the address we could access it. From that point on the librarian lady thought we would come early just to work on our projects. Oh if she only knew
Senior year in biology, I had a blast laughing at classmates and seeing how they got drunk with something that looked exactly like Gatorade. The best part was when our teacher looked someone dead in the eye as he drank it and just brushed it off.
Senior year I was taking filming class and I got to hang out a lot with my teacher whom was in charge of the major AV stuff. Needless to say when I didn't show up for class, I was able to cover for it thanks to him.
There more porn related laughs but I can't seem to remember them.
Ahh yes! Middle School when they gave us kids more internet time we soon learned about that lame firewall. So my friends and I tried day after day to get around it. Soon enough we realized it was archaic to the point that as long the site didn't have anything explicit in the address we could access it. From that point on the librarian lady thought we would come early just to work on our projects. Oh if she only knew
Senior year in biology, I had a blast laughing at classmates and seeing how they got drunk with something that looked exactly like Gatorade. The best part was when our teacher looked someone dead in the eye as he drank it and just brushed it off.
Senior year I was taking filming class and I got to hang out a lot with my teacher whom was in charge of the major AV stuff. Needless to say when I didn't show up for class, I was able to cover for it thanks to him.
There more porn related laughs but I can't seem to remember them.
Stray Bullet
Banned
Grade 6: We made stupid puppets on sticks for art class. One of my classmates kept sticking it in my face, to which I relied, " Get that the fuck out of my face before I fucking kill you". One of the girls ratted me out to the teacher. Suspended for a week
Grade 8: It was winter; we were all outside for recess. I threw a snowball at some kid that hit him in back of the head. The guy runs right at me from like 50 feet away. When he got close to me, I stuck my foot up and he ran right into it. The principal saw it. I told him what happened and nothing ever came out of it. I laughed pretty hard. That was probably the closest to being a bully I've ever been.
Grade 10: I installed a keylogger on the school computers. I managed to get the admin account which gave me access to all grades and everyone's profiles. I showed a friend of mine. He got caught taking about it out loud. He ended up ratting me out. I only got suspended for 2 says because i didn't delete anything. I told them I was just curious. lol
Grade 8: It was winter; we were all outside for recess. I threw a snowball at some kid that hit him in back of the head. The guy runs right at me from like 50 feet away. When he got close to me, I stuck my foot up and he ran right into it. The principal saw it. I told him what happened and nothing ever came out of it. I laughed pretty hard. That was probably the closest to being a bully I've ever been.
Grade 10: I installed a keylogger on the school computers. I managed to get the admin account which gave me access to all grades and everyone's profiles. I showed a friend of mine. He got caught taking about it out loud. He ended up ratting me out. I only got suspended for 2 says because i didn't delete anything. I told them I was just curious. lol
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Not much, though would frequently drink in the bathroom and go home at lunch to smoke pot.
Other than that I never really did anything.
Oh, actually right after WoW came out my IB film teacher had a computer in the back away from all the editing rigs set up so he could play at lunch and a few times we'd sneak back and do a quest or two. I'm pretty sure he knew, but just didn't care.
Other than that I never really did anything.
Oh, actually right after WoW came out my IB film teacher had a computer in the back away from all the editing rigs set up so he could play at lunch and a few times we'd sneak back and do a quest or two. I'm pretty sure he knew, but just didn't care.
Manmademan
Member
I actually have something to contribute this time!
My story involves Philosophy class sophomore year. It was fun, mind you- but at the time I really wasn't the most serious of students, and the class was basically pointless. just there to pad out my schedule.
the professor was a COMPLETE flake though. kind of out there, full of weird ideas...you know, the kind of person that decides that philosophy as a major is a great life plan.
So...all semester I'm a reasonably good student, but get caught up in partying and completely blow off my final project- the one that's...oh...20% of my grade. We're supposed to hand it in with our final exams, and I just don't. no explanation, I just don't care.
a day or two after the final, I get a phonecall. it's my philosophy professor. He says..."I was looking through the final projects and I don't seem to see yours here..."
suddenly, a malicious stroke of genius hits. Before he can say anything else, I put on the most horrified tone of voice I could come up with, accusing him of losing my final project, that I coincidentally had no backups or copies of.
I made that man feel so incredibly guilty about what he thought he had done, that he caved and told me "he was so sorry" and "just turn in anything you want".
He got basically a page with my name on it and little else. B+ for the year!
My story involves Philosophy class sophomore year. It was fun, mind you- but at the time I really wasn't the most serious of students, and the class was basically pointless. just there to pad out my schedule.
the professor was a COMPLETE flake though. kind of out there, full of weird ideas...you know, the kind of person that decides that philosophy as a major is a great life plan.
So...all semester I'm a reasonably good student, but get caught up in partying and completely blow off my final project- the one that's...oh...20% of my grade. We're supposed to hand it in with our final exams, and I just don't. no explanation, I just don't care.
a day or two after the final, I get a phonecall. it's my philosophy professor. He says..."I was looking through the final projects and I don't seem to see yours here..."
suddenly, a malicious stroke of genius hits. Before he can say anything else, I put on the most horrified tone of voice I could come up with, accusing him of losing my final project, that I coincidentally had no backups or copies of.
I made that man feel so incredibly guilty about what he thought he had done, that he caved and told me "he was so sorry" and "just turn in anything you want".
He got basically a page with my name on it and little else. B+ for the year!
Rewrite
Not as deep as he thinks
I arrived like two minutes late one day to my government class because it was raining so the traffic was unbearable. I explained why I was late and even told her about the traffic, which other students seemed to have agreed with me that there was indeed, a lot of traffic. She didn't seem to like it and began giving me shit about it by explaining that if you keep arriving late everywhere you go, people will think you don't give a shit and other stuff. She kept going on and on and I just told her to shut the fuck up. She was like, "Excuse me?" and I just told her to shut up and proceed with the class instead of wasting time on a reasonable excuse. She didn't like that and I ended up going to the principle's office where I had to explain my reasoning for saying such a thing. I was only suspended for like two days, so no biggie. I have no regrets. I hate rude teachers.
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