Now, not all of us are innocent in our school/college/university days. Very few of us, in fact - I was certainly no angel at school and college, and could go on and on about stuff that I (or my friends) did that I can look back and smile at. I'll add some of my deviant stories later - feel free to share what you got up to (or still get up to)!

once during p.e i threw a javalin and it might have impaled itself in my teachers foot...

another student brought in a crossbow and threatend a teacher with it.

another student decided it would be fun to set fire to a classroom during a GCSE maths exam.

several police drug raids..

teacher once threw a chair at a twat of a pupil.

turning bunson burners into flame throwers was always fun.

using the maths compasses as darts and throwing them at random people...

i went to a fun school....

My school 'daze' are almost over, this being the final year :(!

However there have been many a great moment, with the reason being my friend was the biggest rebel in the school :P

There are many stories i remember him doing, from jumping from a tree into a holly bush to flooding the boys bathroom (i was present but did not partake ;)). My badass ways faded toward the end as i started to get serious about my studies and the fact that i had real potential in Film and Media.

Ill start with one now: We had this really old, cranky math teacher. And one of my friends got moved to the front of the class which left me and my other best-friend at the back by ourselves. So whilst the teacher was telling him off, my friend whips out a tennis ball from his bag. He jokes about throwing it at my mate before putting his arm down. Me being me, i ask him for the ball and i throw it toward the front of the class where it eventually made contact with the math teacher.... lets just say i got in deep shit for it!

I can almost remember high school. Was late out of the changing room for PE one day & bumped into 2 classmates, one dealing & the other buying drugs. They threatened me with violence if grassed them up, but I pointed out that I couldn't give a shit if they OD'd & died. I don't think I said that I positively encouraged it, but I certainly thought it. Aaaaah kids.

Also remember my last ever lesson in Physics, as I wasn't going to do it at Higher. We were doing exam prep, went on study leave the next day. Anyway, teacher leaves the room & so obviously we all stop with past papers because they are dull. My friend Steve was lightly flicking his fountain pen on to my notebook which got irritating after 5 minutes. So I took it from him & in one swift movement managed to empty about half the ink cartridge in a diagonal streak across his face, glasses, & his lovely white t-shirt. Ooops, that was a little more dramatic than I'd intended. Steve was furious, everyone else was pissing themselves, myself included. Teacher came back, kicked me out of the class, got the head of the department involved & seemed to want me to get sent all the way to the rector, the over-reacting hairy-eared twat. But the head of department was considerably more reasonable, told me to just do my revision out in the hall, & to apologise to Steve for totally ruining his shirt. He was cool with it & soon saw the funny side.

I wasn't much of a rebel in high school. And really my school was REALLY bland when compared to some of the shenanigans you hear. A minor uproar over some bullying in the year above me once. Some soft drug use. Occasional school Christmas party ending with some kid taken to hospital to get their stomach pumped after drinking too much vodka in the toilets.

I once put a t-shirt on cafepress bearing the words "Jayne Cafferty: Not My Head Girl" in a parody of the old "George W. Bush: Not My President" shirts. On the shirt I used pictures of Margaret Thatcher to represent Jayne. Then in the description I put words to the effect of "Jayne Cafferty might actually be the Head Girl, because she gives head for money, and some people might confuse her with a girl."

Her mother called the school and tried to get me expelled, and all the prefects became even more snobbish toward me than ever before. Of course, the rector basically told me it was outside of the school and was not school business, I should just write an apology and take it down. Which I did.

Then, after submitting a bunch of articles to the school newspaper The 19A Times - which used to be monthly, but under its then-editorship, probably put out four issues all that year - a friend and I put out a short A5-formatted parody publication called Not the 19A Times. Which you can read here: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/17093286/not_the_19a_times.pdf That did not go down well.

I used a character called Unnamed Hat & Pipe Man throughout the last year of High School to write angry anonymous stuff about people, though my anonymity was quickly lost. I even wrote an in-character blog post in my first year of Uni that got me in a spot of bother with my flatmates, who were somehow offended that wasn't into the whole charging down the corridor drunkly at 4AM with an inflatable sofa to knock each other down (and the fact that I kind of implied that maybe they deserved AIDS).

Those were the days.

I was very promiscuous in high school. I use to flirt with girls. Get them all worked up, only to ignore them, because I was in no way interested in girls. Surprisingly I am not feminine. So it was hard for people to know if I was...a little on the flipside. At the same time however, I was "confused" of my sexuality and in self denial. So I would often stare into guy's eyes and other places.... and most would give me a confused look back and I would feel all guilty. I wish I was more comfortable with it back then.


The worst thing I ever did in High School was.... NOT participating in the Senior prank.

It managed to get on the news...... http://www.clickorlando....ion/19248471/detail.html



The kid was such an idiot.

Edited by user 02 September 2011 09:45:31(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

Fuck it, I'm gonna write stories like that for my articles in the school newspaper. Don't give a shit about those cunts, all I care for are my bitch, my homies, and my monkey butler Jerome

I was always an angel back in school. Never got in trouble or anything.
In uni the most I do is get out of class, smoke a joint and come back with everyone looking at me and my friend and the smell filling up the class. Joy hihi.
And also waiting for the teacher to call our names and give us presence and then run for our lives out of uni without being noticed. Usual shit like that.

Hah,I thought Five Ways to be: A "Popular Girl" was by you. I was sort of shocked to see words that extreme from you

Boned a student. Somehow avoided expulsion. Classy student 2k3-present.