Have you ever pulled a bizarre stunt, or witnessed a bizarre stunt, that noone else seems to have noticed?
A friend of mine just decided in the middle of a high school literacy test to start writing in AIM-speak, because she was bored. She passed the literacy test.
I was ridiculously bored in a Grade 9 math class, so for the entire class, I sat upside down in the chair, my head near the floor. It took until the end of the period for our teacher to notice.
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She passed a literacy test using 1337? And *American *schools are the ones getting all the flak?
The schools themselves aren’t that bad, but the standard literacy tests up here are more or less a joke.
I had a history final in a class where I was getting an A and the most you could go down, even if you missed every single problem on the final, was half a letter grade. Knowing these two facts, I decided not to do the written portion of the test (40 points out of 100). I just walked out after I filled out the multiple choice.
I ended up getting a 50 or so on the final, and a high A- in the class.
whenever my 9th grade biology teacher was being unfair or whatever and i was mad id just turn around and stare out the window behind me for the entire class. This happened at least twice a week, and i dont think he ever said anything.
Dear Lord, Gadfly, don’t tell me it was the infamous provincial Grade 10 Literacy Test.
This it was, this it was.
Last year, a friend of mine mooned maybe a third of the class in such a way that the teacher couldn’t tell what was going on. Very skillful.
When I was in electronics school I used to do my “creative writing” assignments in my sketchbook and hand that in. Got decent marks too, though I now wonder what the teacher thought of the rest of the stuff in the sketchbook…
Having sat through the infamous Grade 10 Literacy Test… shudder worse than SDMB initiation, I can tell you that.
I used to (and still) doodle all over pages and pages of my notebooks while the teacher was talking–a holdover from reading underneath the desk in class. Papers covered in spirals and coloured blocks… I wonder how I ever get good grades anymore. 
Mm. Background: Because my school district was madly in love with standardized tests, we took at least one every. single. year. Until senior year, finally. A couple years, we took two. That’s not including SATs, ACTs, etc.
Eighth grade: there were open-ended writing questions. One was a vaguely creative-writing esque thing, a picture prompt. I wrote an essay on the evils of standardized testing, instead, and scored in the 98th percentile.
Tenth grade: the rubric for one of the open-ended sections said you got a 0 if there was ‘no visible attempt to answer’, and a 1 was if you made some vague attempt. So I wrote an illustrated story - “John was a lawyer” (little doodle of a guy in a business suit). “John had no hair” (close up of a bald head). A day in the life of John. Rather than the requisite essay on school uniforms. 99th percentile.
Junior chem: I dropped midyear from the hardest chem class the school offered to the easiest (non-basic-skills) one. I did not do one single homework assignment, didn’t actually show up to class an average of three days a week, etc. For the final, I showed up half an hour late, skipped all the non-multiple-choice questions, and drew a none-too-nice picture of our principal on the cover page. I got an 89 on the final, and my final average was in the mid 90’s.
I still doodle on my notes–depending on the class, I may end up with more doodles than notes. I’m not an avid note-taker, I find it distracts me from learning, whereas doodling can actually help me concentrate.
Or it’ll just distract me more from the lecturer who absolutely is unable to make anything stick in my head. Fortunately he handed out printed notes, because I could never remember a thing he said for more than a minute. I would literally forget what he said while I was writing it down.
Back to the subject of the OP, though this probably isn’t what your’e looking for, I knew a girl who once literally fell asleep in class and the teacher didn’t notice. She woke up when the bell ran. Though I never noticed, since I was nearly asleep as well. We weren’t up late the night before or anything, but for some reason during some of our math classes that semester I just could. Not. Concentrate. It happened more than once, and when I left for my next class, I’d be fine.