We toilet-papered a girl’s house with 83 rolls of colored toilet paper–and then we took pictures.
I wish I still had them.
Smoke bombs. One rolled through my legs and under the seat to the back of the bus…I somehow didn’t get caught.
Then later at a school assembly…smoke bomb in the back of the room. Cleared it out, had a good laugh and still didn’t get caught.
I am amazed I lived this long.
High school in the 80s…
My friend S. took a salamander out of the tank in Biology class and dumped it on my textbook.
In the same class, I used to pull the dead frogs out of the plastic canister and sort of hang them over the sides of the top so it would look like they were trying to escape.
I also opened up the dead grasshopper as we'd been instructed to do, then put little straight pins through its legs and stuck pieces of paper on them that said HELP ME!
Dang, that was a fun class.
The same friend, S, also got into my locker once and left a shrunken plastic head in there just in time for Halloween. It was a bit of a scare when I found it.
This is all in confidence, right?
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Defacing a local landmark with our “signature”.
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Cutting the power lines to the T.V. hookup for our schools Channel One connection on the roof of the building.
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Raiding the local mini-mart my friend worked at after hours for beer and beef jerky. The beef jerky led to some serious projectile vomiting by my buddy Fred.
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Climbing on the roof or my local superintendent’s house and looking through the sklylight.
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Setting a lot of stuff on fire, mostly mailboxes.
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Uprooting many railroad crossing signs and tossing them in the fields.
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Rolling hay bails into the middle of the road.
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Driving from Columbus to Washington D.C. only to stay for 3 hours and then return.
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Driving to Ann Arbor, Michigan after OSU beat UM, just so we could yell a big “Fuck You” to the Wolverines.
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Picking up a bunch a lot of road kill and throwing it in a trash bag in the trunk to make a special delivery to one of our most hated aquintances.
*Don’t worry, I’ve changed a lot since then.
I was 15 and oh-so-in-love with Will, but he wouldn’t have anything to do with me. So I my best friend has a Halloween party and Will is being a real jerk. I want to leave, but I can’t drive. My best friend’s mom offers to take me home. She packs a shopping bag and we head out. And she doesn’t take me home - the shopping bag is full of flour, eggs, and toilet paper. This 30-odd year old woman takes me to Will’s house and helps me absolutely destroy his yard. It was a thing of beauty - complete with hiding from Will’s parents and everything. Best was hearing Will whine about having to clean up his yard. Bwa ha ha ha.
Is that you Mike? Paul?
I was on the “Academic Challenge” team – the trivia/College Bowl type team. We once went to some other school, trounced their academic challenge team into the stone age, and then stole their fire extinguisher. Then we took it back because we thought our advisor had seen us.
–Cliffy
Whoa, I’m from Chardon! And I was surprised as heck to find it mentioned here (I’m not used to anyone having heard of it). Anyway, in my tenth grade gymnastics picture, we posed in front of the Chardon High logo painted on the cafeteria wall, and oops! My right shoulder completely blocked the C.
I’ll be content with the silver, actually – John Carter has chrome-moly-steel spheroids in his shorts to stay cool under pressure on a solo job like that. This falls well outside the realm of “high school” but a friend of mine who works foodservice wholesale brought a case of non-dairy creamer to our Memorial Day bonfire two years back because he had heard that
(1) I like to play with fire (TRUE)
and
(2) Non-dairy creamer makes impressive fireballs (TRUE)
The link above is a .MOV file, and contains some dirty language after the second fireball. I’m the guy counting “one-two-three-UP-DOWN!” offscreen to the right.
I know I’ve posted these before, but-Doyle Street runs perpendicular to a half dozen or so cross streets at the bottom of a slope. Lacking storm sewers, there are swales at each intersection with a yellow diamond sign marked DIP. A trip to the graphic arts shop allowed us to produce an excellent stencil, and under cover of darkness, armed with spray paint, riding in the back of a pickup, we changed all of the signs to read DIP SHIT.
The bypass was under construction back then, so we swiped a bunch of flashing horses with DETOUR and arrow signs on them. We then headed to a tiny Borough with only a half dozen streets in and out, and closed it off, each sign pointing to the next. Then we went back to my buddy’s place to listen to the police scanner, as the PD tried to figure WTF PennDOT had done closing off Ivyland.
I know the thread says “high school”. But is it OK to enter one from first year college? please?
In the winter, on the lawn of a certain sorority house, I sculpted a beautiful, 4 foot high, snow-penis. Braced from within (by building it around one of those big circular trash cans) and cemented with frozen water, it was a sight to behold (and oh so sturdy!). Accurate to the last detail, it really annoyed certain of the sisters within. A representative was chosen to destroy it, and sent forth. With fire in her eyes (and very bad words on her lips) she attacked the intruder. The chosen sister wrestled valiantly with it for a time, but it would not budge. Urged on by her companions, she resorted to kicking it and rocking it back and forth (you can’t imagine how funny this was :)). Eventually she won, and fell, clutching the offending member, to the snow. Quite the determined lass, this one.
…and she and I just celebrated our 25th anniversay 
So you like it rough then?
During the summer between Junior and Senior year at High School, three friends and I decided to take a week and hike the ‘Pennsylvania Grand Canyon’. A long series of trails that criss crossed roads, streams, hills, etc. We planned our route, figuring roughly 10 miles a day at an easy pace (planning on fishing, taking it easy), strapped on our 50 lb packs, and set off one glorious monday morning.
Half way through the day, we came to a trail register, basically a wooden box with a notebook in it that people using the trail made notes in so that rangers could know they were on the trail, also so that others using the trail would know they weren’t alone. We noticed the entry just before ours… 4 girl scouts, about 3 hours ahead of us…
Have you ever seen four 17 year old boys, wearing 50 lb backpacks SPRINTING down the trail?!?
We did 18 miles that first day, camping where we intended to camp the second night. …
But we caught up to them.
and the group of brownies they were accompanying that provided better chaperones than their own fathers could have. 
A friend acquired a bunch of manniquin parts from an aunt. Using our ingenuity, we put together a complete dummy. We decided to hang it from bridge that crossed a local freeway, it was a Saturday night a few days before Halloween. The bridge was between our high school and a junior high which meant we didn’t have to worry about traffic. Instead of lowering the mannequin, we wanted it to swing. One end of a rope was tied to the top of an 8 foot tall chain link fence at the center of the bridge. I carried the mannequin off to the side while my friend waited for a break in traffic on the freeway. He told me it was clear so I hefted the mannequin over the fence and just as I let it go, he hollered for me to wait.
The mannequin swung from over the westbound lanes and then across the eastbound lanes. Right in front of a tractor/trailer rig. The driver hit the brakes but by then it was too late. The mannequin swung back and and hit the rig right between the cab and trailer. The rope immediately went taut, I still remember the twanging it made just before the chain link fence was bent over. The rope broke at the fence and snapped down against the truck as it slid to a stop. There were pieces of broken mannequin all over the freeway. We ran to my car and left, we figured the farther away we were, the better.
The following Monday we went back to see the result of our prank. The fence was pulled back to vertical and had some yellow caution tape in the areas where the fence had bent over. A few weeks later it was replaced with the taller safety fence that curves in at the top. The one eastbound lane had heavy skidmarks from the truck and you could still see pieces of the mannequin in the median. We both decided that no one needed to know what happened. The statute of limitation should have expired long ago, I hope.
Well… umm sorta 
I went to an all-boys Catholic High School/College: In our Year 8 science class we had one guy who would commit radom acts of stupidity. Two examples:
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Wanting to see how fast the mercury in a thermometer could move, he put one
into a freezer for about 20 minutes, removed it & proceeded to insert the end of it into the flame from a Bunsen burner. Glass & mercury reache the other side of the room. -
Deciding that arcing electricity was a very cool thing to watch, inserted two keys into a power point & flicked the switch.
The last day of our final year, my entire year group was suspended (there was about 140 of us). Apparently during the lunch break about 40 guys had gone to the local all-girls high school armed with lots of old fruit & eggs and pelted as many people as they could find. I wasn’t there but i’m told many acts of vengence were carried aout against sisters & ex-girlfriends. One of the organises had an after-school job delivering milk, he got his bosses delivery truck & thats how they got into the school grounds with out arrousing suspicions. 
Unfortunatley, the head-mistress of the school got caught in the barrage & covered from head to foot.
My best friend & I were away for a weeks camping on a friends farm. We were out after rabbits with out bows, (both 50 - 55lb compounds) when my mate said:
“I bet I could catch an arrow”
We decided that trying to emulate William Tell would not be a good idea, so rather than shoot arrows at each other we shot them straight into the air & tried to catch them as they fell. We were using ‘blunt’s’ but still…
A few observations from this excercise: arrows look great when they reach the top of their trajectory & ‘hang’ for a moment before tipping over & coming down.
When you lose sight of the arrow on its way down, you need to run really fast out of the area.
Modifing model rocket engines with arrow fletchings and giving them the capacity to carry and launch large steel ball-bearings was another specialty.
I packed a Jeep Cherokee full of styrofoam packing peanuts. Yes: Full. In broad daylight.
We had a buddy who wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, and he constantly left the hatchback on his Jeep open. Me and the other three of the quartet decided to head over to another associate’s place of work (the floor manager was in on the joke), and “acquired” four large bags of styrofoam peanuts. These bags were so large, they filled the bed of my 1983 Ford F-150, and had to be strapped down lest they fall over the side.
We pulled up in front of our high school, popped the hatch, and as best we could, started filling the front. With some crafty use of the cardboard he had in his backseat, we were able to hold the “wall” up untill we moved back to fill the back seat, and then the “back back”. We packed it so full, we had to finish by closing the hatch and filling it by the window and sunroof. There was maybe 6 inches of daylight from the top of the peanuts to the ceiling of the interior.
Needless to say, ‘Mike’, being a dumbass, was confounded by the situation. We further pissed him off saying that he couldn’t just scoop out the damn things onto the street, 'cause he’d get fined for littering (which was something on the order of a $250 ticket). The poor bastard ended up having his Jeep towed home. How he got the majority of them out. . . I still have no idea. But I distinctly remember being pelted by peanut-bits every time he turned on his AC afterwards.
Nowadays, the slackasses in my high school resort to letting live chickens run loose in the hallways, or hanging a blow-up doll from the balcony in the Auditorium. :rolleyes: Those friggin’ uncreative losers. :dubious:
Tripler
Aaaah, those were the days. And this was just ten years ago this month!!