I unfortunately don’t have much to share, except for the time my friends threw my teacher’s expensive teas behind a cabinet so that she couldn’t reach them and the time they got glitter all over the same teacher’s desk, but anyway… I’d like a few ideas
Hee hee hee…we auctioned our school for 5 cents on E-bay:D Also, someone managed to somehow get the Adam Sandler CD “What the hell happened to me?” (which is VERY vulgur) to play over the school intercoms! It took them like 30 minutes to find someone who knew how to turn it off…and by then we’d heard most of the CD! It was funni as hell:)
Dude that’s awesome! Was that in high school or what?
Well I don’t think we’ve ever done anything too drastically bad, most of the class dispersed and left when the teacher showed up late and another day when he was sitting at the door to make sure no one left we hopped out the windows when class started and came back in before class ended without getting caught. We do worse things on the bus than at school actually.
Kitty
Um, my classes are pretty tame because i’m usually in the honors groups, but in my english class this year we have a new teacher. The first day of school she asked us our names and we made them up. On the attendance sheet it’s just last names, first initials, so we all chose a fake name that’s the same initial as our real ones, and a couple chose off-the-wall ones and said the initial was a typo. She penned in our “names” on teh attendance sheet and wil probably file our term grades under those names. I want to see what ensues…
Hmmm… there was this teacher everyone disliked when I was in 9th or 10th grade. She was gone one day, sick or something, and the principal neglected to line us up a sub for that class.
At first we just sat there, waiting for someone to show up, but when we realized no one was going to, we killed the lights and all moved to the back so no one could see us in the door.
It basically fell apart from here. Huge paperwad fights, paper airplane fights, people with lighters burning stuff, rampant theft, destruction of her plants (she had dozens of prized plants), and it all culminated in one of the guys peeing into her filing cabinets.
All in all, an ugly day. Not so much pranks, just mean spirited destruction.
To all who are concerned: I was involved in the paperwad fight, and the paper airplane fights, but I didn’t take part in the destroying and stealing of her property.
–Tim
Oh, racinchikki… tell her before it goes on much longer. Yeah, it’s hilarious, but she’ll be mortified when she finds out she’s been using your wrong names all semester, and that she tried to file your grades under them! Slip her a list of everyone’s REAL names, and have her just start using them one day, then we’ll see who the jokes’ on.
Unless she already knows and is playing dumb.
–Tim
Tim – (if i may make so bold as not to call you Homer)
We did the same thing at my school, in the same grade! Twice, actually. (Our admin wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box.) Once in a math class and once in an english class. And once for chorus, we HAD a sub but he didn’t make us do anything, so 150 kids spent 80 minutes playing in the acoustic-tiled room…
In high school I was terrible.
Once a friend of mine was stage manager for the school musical so he had keys to the auditorium. We had copies made for later use. Latter on we went into the auditorium and into the sound control both. We rigged up the sound system to a voice distorter so that during the next presentation the principal’s voice would sound like Darth Vader. It was hillarious.
Another time I had an english teacher that was into “creative writing” and we had journals that we wrote in. Well there was a stack of blank ones on one of her shelves. So one day I swiped one and wrote a letter in it. I was experimenting with the darker part of my psyche and wrote a letter directed to who ever read it as if I was a serial killer and they were going to be my next victim. I latter placed it back onto the shelf for someone to find. Well the teacher “happened” to come across it and it scared the shit out of her. She had a panic attack and ran to the pricipals office. So then there were inquiries as to who the “disturbed” student was.
I could go on with pranks but I’ll save them for later.
:::fifth grade teacher furiously scribbling notes:::
Hey!!! No fair!!
Well, we did a lot during a seriously misspent youth. One personal thing that sticks in my memory because it meant a premature end of mathematics for me was the most incredible, no idea where it came from, fart. We had plastic seats and this seemed to generate amazing resonance for an event so prolonged and varied in pitch it felt not of this world. The class was agape and dear old Mr Pell aghast.
Finally he put down his chalk and said; “Who did that” to which I put my hand up and he asked me to leave. Thus ended my formal education in maths, 3 months early. Not exactly proud of it but, hey, we were all young once.
There was this one history teacher in 9th or 10th grade (ah! how fast memory dies!) who nearly every male disliked. This was because the females in the class were always her favorites, and they could do no wrong, whereas any guy who did the slightest thing was punished.
Well, I did all sorts of interesting things to her. Once, I tore the edges of a worksheet we were doing so the entire damn thing was frayed, ugly, and yet completed correctly. She hated giving me a good score on that.
I also corrected her in a class on a couple of occassions, but the very worst thing I did to her was when we watched a movie during class. She had just popped the movie in, and the opening credits were still rolling, while I was just finishing up the very last page of the very last chapter of a book I was reading. Well, she sees me reading, and walks over and scolds me for not paying attention to the movie. I had finished my book, but I kept it open during the entire movie, and didn’t look down at it once. I could see the teacher glancing (and sometimes staring) at me trying to catch me reading, but my eyes were on the movie.
After class, as the other students left, she walked up to me and told me that I had a lot of guts to try something like that.
In 8th grade a kid had one of those programmable remote control watches. He convinced one teacher that her TV was posessed by satan.
We played a lot of jokes on our computer teacher. They were all friendly and harmless. One of the funniest ones was adjusting her chair to the maximum hight and putting hand lotion on the hight control lever.
One time we took our history teacher’s chair and hid it in another classroom and left a ransom note for it. That was pretty funny.
One of the benegits of working for the network administrator instead of going to study hall was “salvaging.” Salvage meant destroying old or useless equipment (unless one of us took it home of course :)). One time we took a very heavy duty tower case and took turns jumping on it untill it was totally flat. we then tied it on the end of a Cat. 5 cable and hung it over a door. we told everyone it was a door knocker. Well… I guess you had to be there. We couldnt stop laughing.
The best joke of all we played on the network administrator. Our school has a server that filters internet traffic and logs the blocked URLs that people try to access. We entered fake URLs with realforbidden doain names. Examples http://www.penthouse.com/networkadmin_has_sex_with_steers.html and http://www.sex.com/networkadmin_is_a_flamer.htm (we used his real name, not networkadmin). I think he was a little pissed when those came up when he was demonstrationg the filter logging system to the superintendant.
this post was not checked for spelling or grammer, I’m tired
My sophmore English teacher was always putting down girls, said our class was his favorite because there were only seven of us girls in there. We had lunch in the middle of our class, so one day after enduring more of his crap than usual, we decide to stay out in the hall and boycot his class after lunch. He retaliated by giving a pop quiz. He made sure we could see through the door that he was giving the guys the answers. When the quiz was over, he told us we better get back in class. One of the girls had hurt her hand in gym earlier that day, and as she went in she walked behind the teachers desk and dumped the water out of her melted ice pack into his chair. When he sat down a short while later, he turned bright red and jumped up out of the chair. He spent the rest of the day teaching with his back to the wall.
Those wonderful mis-spent days of youth…
We had an English / Social Studies teacher that nobody liked, he was just too freaking wierd and I pitied anyone forced to be in his class. I never was but that never stopped us in our attempts to drive him completely mad.
When all the other teachers would leave their doors open during class he would close his so that students walking by wouldn’t disrupt his lessons. We took one door stop coated liberally with crazy glue and stuffed it under his door, he left the door open after that.
During lunch hours we would sit outside his door and break pencil leads off in his lock so that our poor comrades would get a spare.
We managed to get into his classroom once and put centerfold pics on all his pull down maps, he taught classes for days using these maps and never noticed a thing. More than a few guys ended up looking forward to Social Studies.
Our adventures in chemistry are the stuff of legend… its a wonder we didn’t blow up the school.
Ah yes, torturing teachers, what fun. Tenth grade English class with Mr. Houston and the subject was Shakespeare. As usual, I was hamming it up to the point where the teacher got fed up and told the class, “This is a serious class and we are going to study Shakespeare. For those of you who want to clown around, go find another stage to clown around on.”
At which point I replied, “But all the world’s a stage.”
Needless to say, he lasted only a few more weeks before he was out for the rest of the semester.
On the last day of high school, my friends and I carried our biology teacher’s VW bug and wedged it between the science building and a telephone pole: front bumper against the building, back bumper against the pole. He could get in the car, he just couldn’t drive it anywhere. He later told me he had to call his wife to pick him up. He had to leave the VW where it was over the weekend. His wife thought it was quite funny and appreciated the prank; she saw it as proof he’d finally “arrived” as a teacher.
Our high school’s vice-principal, Mr. Czecchi (sp?), was a universally-hated, paranoid little fart who kept a gun in his desk (later asked to leave after he accidentally put a bullet through the adjacent office during school hours).
Some of the guys found in the neighboring town a hot dog/hamburger joint that was going out of business, and the joint gave the guys a giant 300-400lb fiberglass hotdog. The guys trucked it to the school that night and mounted it atop a high covered walkway through which all students travelled in the course of the day. On the hotdog they painted “Czecchi is a weenie.”
Despite Czecchi’s outrage, the bad-backed, not-too-bright janitorial staff just couldn’t figure out how to get the hotdog down from the walkway’s roof without getting some of them killed or injured. Czecchi had them paint over the message but had to leave the hotdog up… for months. And each Monday the message had reappeared.
That VW story reminded me of something. This was done on accident, but it was kinda funny. Our computer teacher used to make runs to Wendy’s to pick up food for the class. One day she gave a kid her car keys to go get the food out of her car. Well, he forgot to return them and she had to have her husband pick her up. It was funny how he groveled and appologized repeatedly the next day.