It’s OK, racinchikki, I confuse that chocolate drink with the cafeteria all the time.
One time in 8th grade, my science teacher was lecturing in front of his desk. I snuck around, got under the desk, reached out from underneath there, and tied his shoelaces together.
Another time, my Aunt had given me a bad bottle of cologne for Christmas, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I ended up bringing it to school, ducking out when classes were in session, and spraying it up and down all the hallways. Everyone noticed.
And great posts all, these are hilarious.
I am now student teaching at Vista High School in California. According to one of the assistant principals, the following prank took place last year:
Shortly before graduation, several senior boys snuck on campus late at night. They dug a very large hole in the grass of the quad, carried one of the cannabalized cars from the voc-ed’s auto mechanic department, placed it in the hole, and buried it.
Now, if they had stopped there, it would have been pretty funny. However, they then went on to shut all the drains around the quad with an epoxy sealant and turn on the sprinklers. When staff arrived at the school the next morning, several of the classrooms had been flooded out, and a whole lot of damage was done.
The end result? Many of the student body was so upset by the disruption, they turned in the seniors responsible. Four of them were arrested and charged as adults with various property crimes. None of those four were allowed to walk the stage for graduation, and their parents got stuck with the repair bill.
To top it off, when the car was dug up, they found that it had leaked oil and gas, so the school ended up having to call out the EPA. About a dozen soil tests and one super cleanup later, they finally got their quad back.
Compared to all this stuff, mine seems like nothing. I guess I’m just a goody goody. My school is only four years old and they build a new building every year. They always finish the new building just in time for school and there is usually still some work to be done. This year the it was the bells and the clocks. The clocks in one building are stuck on a minute to seven, and the clocks in the other building are stuck on minute to three. The bells didn’t work at all. So we have a new teacher who has no idea what’s going on. About 10 minutes through class someone makes a beeping noise and she asks if that was the bell. Of course we all agree and she lets us leave. Then we have the whole time for us to just sit on the couches and relax. The best part is that no one could get in trouble because it was no one’s fault. She asked us and we said yes. it wasnt our suggestion.