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01/22/2004: Today’s Poll: School Troubles!

I’m working on a new article as we speak — should be up by this afternoon. Meanwhile, let’s get another one of those surveys going. Okay, kind of a shitty one, but I’m curious nonetheless: in your various travels at school, from nursery up to high school, what’s the most trouble you’ve ever managed to get yourself into?

I have a couple of good stories, but the best one is really embarrassing, so I’ll save it for the comments section later today. Post yours!

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FIRST!!!!

Ghosted by Snakey_Bender @ 01/22/2004 9:01 AM EST

I’d like to thank all the little people that made this possible. This really means a lot to me.

Ghosted by Snakey_Bender @ 01/22/2004 9:02 AM EST

um.. *thinks* *things* shit.. first post and I choked..

Ghosted by Toxicity- @ 01/22/2004 9:02 AM EST

heh maybe not..

Ghosted by Toxicity- @ 01/22/2004 9:02 AM EST

*Does obligitory 1st post dance*

In HS I once turned the entire last week of school before graduation into huge party. The last week is only exams and 70% of the students don’t show up if they don’t have too. To make it even more sucky those who do show up can’t leave till the last bell rings even if they only have one exam .

So me and a few of my friends comendered the auditorium for the last week. We brough in TVs, DVD players, a full DJ setup, Playstations, Couches and food and partied from 9am till 3 the entire time. We eve had kids from the neighboring county coming over to party.

Ghosted by Mr Mango @ 01/22/2004 9:04 AM EST

w00t! I made it on top 10. I r0×0r. As for me, the most trouble I ever got in was by chucking these little crab apples at some kid in 7th grade. Yeah, I’m a square. I could always make up something to keep you all interested, but what’s the point in that? Oh…to keep you all interested. Okay then, so this one time I [complete lie]threw my half-empty beer can in the superintendent’s conference room while they were having one of those important meetings. But not important enough to close school, God forbid. It landed sideways on the table and covered every board member’s file folders with cheap beer. Then I screamed "F**k!" at the top of my lungs and ran in to get it and finish off the last few drops. Then I even had the audacity to throw it in the garbage instead of recycle it.[/complete lie] I’m a bad kid. OH YEAH!

Ghosted by Omni @ 01/22/2004 9:15 AM EST

someone threatened to shoot me because I was trying to sabotage my High School so that we wouldn’t receive some prestigious award.

I ran across the baseball field as someone yelled "stop, or I WILL shoot you!!"

I’m a total fucking pussy, so I’m still amazed to this day that I didn’t stop. I got dizzy from fear, fell on the street, bloodied up my work uniform, almost got hit by a car, and ended up throwing up from all the adrenaline in some girl’s house while her stripper mom looked after me.

Our school ended up getting the award anyway, so it was all for naught… but that’s life in O.C.

Ghosted by Chopstick Sensei @ 01/22/2004 9:15 AM EST

Dude, I got nothing. I only got like three detention halls in highschool, I think mainly for tardies to class. I got one detention hall for a smart ass comment in a class, but I think that was so the teacher could impress the principal who was sitting in on class. I just did the harmless rebellion stuff, like grow my hair long, wear sandals, drink coffee, which was banned, in class, play guitar instead of going to study hall. This in rebellion to a school with a strict dress and appearance code. I was the harmless artsy, drama butterfly-collar-wearing hippy in school. Remember me?

Ghosted by Nachokhaki @ 01/22/2004 9:39 AM EST

me and jessica galvon (are you out there jessica?) staged a protest in 5th grade. the whole class got in on it and the substitute went insane. The next year we saw that sub and she was cold, bitter, and had two earings on one ear! Two…on one ear! It was the early 90’s, she was pretty bad then.

In that same year (I think) we almost walked all the way to the generals house, which wasn’t really that far away, but far enough that no one could see you if you went.

But by far, the most amazing "trouble" story is when I argued with my second grade teacher. She claimed that she could make a cloud over her stove and put it in a jar. I said that was impossible. To this day, I still think catching a cloud in a jar from an airplane is a far better way to get your very own cloud.

Ghosted by Kennef @ 01/22/2004 9:42 AM EST

I was always one of the wierd kids in school (still a wierd adult, now that I think about it) who was totally into horror movies and punk music and shit like that. Anyway, one day the librarian caught me reading some horror magazines (gorezone or something) She confiscated them and sent me to the principal. I felt that I had done nothing wrong, so I didn’t bother going. I soon heard my name called on the P.A., so I was again sent to the principals office and I again didn’t go. This started a day long hunt where I wandered all over the school, avoiding administraters. I managed to go the whole day without ever seeing the principal…He caought me the next day, but it was still a pretty mighty victory for that one day.

Ghosted by Trash @ 01/22/2004 11:05 AM EST

I can’t remember getting into trouble at all in High School – never had a detention or anything. It was pretty much the same in Primary School too, but I do remember getting yelled at a lot by our psycho Headmaster then. I think I bit a girl once…that was probably the worst….it’s not that I don’t do bad things, I just don’t get caught…ok..I’ve never done anything bad….still got 6 months left though!

Ghosted by Yally @ 01/22/2004 11:14 AM EST

I wanted to hang out with the "cool" kids so I went to the mall with these so-called "friends" while they shoplifted. I was too afraid to do it myself, but I acted as look-out. My "friend" stole a CD player and as we left, we were stopped by security. My "friend" was freaking out because he had an abusive father and would probably lose a couple of teeth when his dad found out. I knew this, so I decided to take the fall. I told security that I did the whole thing and he had nothing to do with it. He was sent home and I had to face the police and my parents. That sucked.
The next Monday I saw the "friend" at school and told him I had to pay $250. He had promised earlier that he would pay any fines, but he just laughed. He just walked away. Later, he and his friends pointed and laughed at me in the hall. I knew then that I had been duped. I took the fall for nothing. I saved this waste of skin from getting beaten by his father, paying a fine, and who knows what else with his priors and he just snubbed me. I learned a lesson that day: Don’t just do something because your "friends" are doing it. I don’t want to sound like an after-school special, but you need to have a little backbone and stick up for yourself. I did something I knew was wrong because I thought it would make me look cool and they would respect me. That is not the way to earn respect.
I went to a counselor (being underage) and told her what happened. I told her that I accepted whatever punishment because I had gone there with the intent to help them steal, which is as bad as taking the item myself. She thanked me for my honesty and I got off with just paying the fine. The thing is, I never told my parents the truth about what happened that day. They still think I did it. I feel it is in the past, I learned my lesson, and I am going to leave it there. I learned a lot that day.

One who commands our liking because of his virtue is called a good man. One who is sincere with himself is called a true man. He whose goodness is extensive and solid is called a beautiful man. He whose goodness is abundant and is brilliantly displayed is called a great man. When one is great and is completely transformed to be goodness itself, he is called a sage. When a sage is beyond our knowledge, he is called a man of the spirit.
— Mencius (371-289 BC)
Book of Mencius,VIIB.25

Ghosted by Stilewalker @ 01/22/2004 11:14 AM EST

In grade 7 I was on my way to do my history final exam which I didn’t study for at all. I was really worried what to do because if i didn’t pass it, I’d probably have to repeat the grade. As I got off the bus, and started the hike to school, I noticed 2 guys were following me. Didn’t regognize them at all, they weren’t students.
As I got closer to school they asked me if I had the time. I said I didn’t have a watch, but it must be close to 9:00am. They asked me where I was going and if I lived around here. Getting really nervous, I told them I was on my way to school. That’s when one of them punched me in the ear and the other one kicked me in the snow. They grabbed my school bag and ran off. I made it to school and the principle phoned my dad and the police.
Eventually, they caught the guys, and were sent to juvenile hall. The school decided to pass me to grade 8. So it worked out in the end. A year later one of the guys got shot in the head at an arcade.

Ghosted by turkeys can't fly? @ 01/22/2004 11:46 AM EST

the most trouble i ever got into was when i got detention for a week because i teacher THOUGHT i rolled my eyes at her. how lame is that?

Ghosted by winkle @ 01/22/2004 11:52 AM EST

I never really got into trouble in school,but the closest was in high school when I kicked a kid who was teasing me just as the principal was coming around the hall. Nothing really came of it,just a nice talk with the principal.

Ghosted by Overlord @ 01/22/2004 11:56 AM EST

Eh… Mine arn’t that bad.. I stay out of trouble. But I do have my worst two…

4th Grade – Got into a fight. Well, sure average except I got into more trouble because I don’t fight like a normal person. I guess when I fight I fight to hurt, not strut and He had my arms pinned so I had but one alternative… I bit a chunk out of his arm, Living Dead style. ^^; Got in trouble and the rest of the kids thought I had rabies.

In High School, (And this is lame lame lame) I was doing some work on the library computer (Writing the definitive Chrono Trigger Walkthough, I’m a geek) and I was given three days suspension… FOR USING A DISK I BROUGHT FROM HOME! O_o!! WTF?! 3 Days?! They thought that using a disc from home that they were SURE could have been loaded with some terrorist computer virus was worth me losing 3 days education? Fine. I spent it playing video games.

Ghosted by Blaine @ 01/22/2004 12:02 PM EST

Waaay back in a very previous post, I mentioned that I may not cause much trouble, but I am a catalyst. Like that guy in the Twilight Zone episode, I might have just what you need. Well, once in high school, about this time of year, (this ain’t no Large Marge story) my cousin asked me if I had a pen he could borrow, and wearing a coat with a lotta pockets, I said yes. Rummaging about, I pulled out a errant smoke bomb left over from New Years’ and he grabbed it. He pulled out a lighter and talked about setting it off after school. He would get the fuse real close to the lighter and pull it away. Then, pppftt! sssssssssss! Ack! Put it out! The smoke filled the classroom and several others, thanks to an odd venting system. The room we were in was once the Home-Ec room, back in the day, so there was a sink to extinguish our mistake. So the hall to our little country school was soon filled with people glad for a break in the day. Of course we were given a talking to. But Cousin is a bit of a expert of B.S. and the Talkaround, so I had to change my coat, and all we had to do was write a paper about RESPOSIBILITY, which we never turned in. For the rest of the year, I was known as the guy who tried to burn the school down.

Ghosted by kingklash @ 01/22/2004 12:14 PM EST

I threw the main breaker when a bunch of Nerds were writing papers in the computer lab. Damn nerds.

Ghosted by Nerd Stompa @ 01/22/2004 12:26 PM EST

to make a good story short. i cursed out my kindegarden teacher. I dont remember why but I found out later that because of things she was doing to me she deserved it. If she got her way, I would have been put in a learning disabilities program and now I’m a college student at UCF who get’s dean’s list every semester so teachers sometimes deserve to be cursed out.

Ghosted by pennyrhps @ 01/22/2004 12:29 PM EST

Hi it’s my first time commenting on the blog long time fan of the site tho.

I had two big trouble events and unfortunately for me they happened in the same year. Also because of a school screw up my parents found out about booth (even though they were well spread apart) at the same time.

I was not a child who used a great deal of language but once in 6th grade in an attempt to sound cool I decided to drop an F bomb…..fairly loudly..and the teacher heard. I got sent to the principals office I thought it would not be so bad since it was the end of the year and it was my first offense. Well it was the principals last year and as he told me he was glad he was leaving so he would not have to deal with kids like me anymore…then he opened up his bible and started reading stuff off to me. To say it was surreal is an understatement. The other one happened earlier in the year. I was known as a nerdy kid back in the day and to keep the story short I’ll just say that I was having words with this other kid. I was sitting behind my desk and he grabbed me by the throat (the teacher was not in the room yet) I don’t know where it came from but I proceeded to get the strength of gods as from me seated position I pushed him and much to my surprise it was not only enough for him to let go but also so that he went over the desk behind him. I was championed that day. The next day….I WANTED MORE! Yea… I was a bad kid that day as I picked a fight with him, he didn’t want to fight. This has gone on long enough so I’ll end it by saying that yes I won the fight, however we got caught and I got in trouble big time. So remember kids don’t get greedy in your lust for glory.

Ghosted by Thejyav @ 01/22/2004 12:32 PM EST

I remember writing on the wall in the bathroom and getting caught. They made me scrub the bathroom walls of all graffiti (one "f" or two?"). Gross, but informative. Apparently, I suck, but if I want a good time, Chrissy T. class of ‘94 gives good head.

Ghosted by trajeal @ 01/22/2004 12:51 PM EST

Most of my trouble (in high school) was not realizing that suspension was actually punishment instead of a vacation. So, if I ever got detention or Saturday school for something I would just push it a little further and get suspended instead. This happened at least three times. I’m not sure about other schools, but at mine if you skip Saturday you automatically get suspended. How great is that?

Besides that, I once threw up all over some 6th graders head when we were standing by the lockers. I was really sick that day. That was at the end of 8th grade and I still laugh every time I think about it, kinda twisted I guess.

Ghosted by Matt (#2?) @ 01/22/2004 12:54 PM EST

Almost got banned from the University Radio Station for being part of a show during which a porn site was accessed on the station computer…

Ghosted by Pete @ 01/22/2004 12:57 PM EST

At our highschool, we had to take at least two years of foreign language classes. I decided to take german because…I don’t know…it was the least-cool-sounding. Apparently I have a knack for language because I was consistently at the top of the class. The Frau (german teacher) decided that I would make a fine foreign exchange student. I agreed, and six months later I was sent to Germany for a semester. Long story short, I found out that you could smoke and drink legally at my age, I grew a little too fond of both, and was deported a month later. To this day, I’m still trying to kick the cigarette habit I picked up there (6 years ago!).

Ghosted by Franny Glass @ 01/22/2004 1:02 PM EST

I shot a man in PE just to watch him die.

Ghosted by Jordan @ 01/22/2004 1:03 PM EST

Well, back in my rebel days, which I think had to be grade one or two, me and a couple other kids used those white fake-chalk rocks that they used to put in playgrounds and under trees to draw pictures on the wall of the school. I think I remember crying while I tried to scrub it off, because they were threatening us with the strap, and I was scared straight ever since.

Ghosted by Gabbylicious @ 01/22/2004 1:31 PM EST

Let’s see… well, I’m probably the most stubborn person alive and have been since I was a kid, so in 1st grade my parents had to be called in for a conference with my teacher because I refused to do math. (What can I say, it sucks.) You’d think I would have learned my lesson after that, but no. In 3rd grade, the school instituted a new class that our grade was going to be the first to take. In my little 8-year-old mind, that was complete bullshit that we were going to have to do something the older kids hadn’t had to, so I just tuned out the teacher every day and never did the homework. Cut to 3 months later, my homeroom teacher comes around to inspect all of our desks for cleanliness. Mine, unfortunately, was crammed full of about 50 untouched homework assignments for this new class, so she sent me home with all of them, plus a note for my Dad. Yeah, it was not a happy night.

Nothing much in middle school, except throwing up in French class on the TA’s feet. (Whoops.) Almost got kicked off my high school swim team just for saying our practices weren’t as tough as my year-round team’s were. (Geez, overreact much?) Then in college, my roommates got arrested for blowing up trashcans inside dorm halls, but I thankfully wasn’t around at the time. (Not that I, er, would have taken part in something so irresponsible, of course…) And then the next year, the whole men’s swim team got in trouble because a select few of them kept referring to the women’s team as "boxes". Assholes.

Ghosted by The Lucky One @ 01/22/2004 1:38 PM EST

Oh yeah, and a college professor flipped me off once. That wasn’t so much "trouble," though, as just "hey, guess who doesn’t know when to stop with the smartass remarks?"

Ghosted by The Lucky One @ 01/22/2004 1:40 PM EST

Cousin, Little Brother, and me made a kid with a slight learning disability cry ’cause he thought that by being in Special-ed he could be a smartass and not get taken down for it. An explosion of chalk dust proved him wrong. Once agin, Cousin sweet-talked the higher-ups and we got off with nothing, but Special Ed was lectured on his bad mood.

Ghosted by kingklash @ 01/22/2004 1:53 PM EST

When I was in high school, I was called to the principal’s office for skipping class. Only…it wasn’t actually me, it was the guy who had pretty much the exact same name as me (my last name has an "e", his has an "i". Otherwise the exact same name, first AND last). So I went in there, he started telling me I was going to get detention and I told him who I was. He saw the mistake and I was let off the hook. That’s pretty much about it, I was boring.

I was an honour roll student, involved with the student government, and I had perfect attendance all throughout high school. Wow, I suck. Someone kick me. Maybe I can hook up with Doc Brown, travel back in time and make high school more entertaining for me?

Ghosted by geffin98 @ 01/22/2004 1:57 PM EST

I was a pretty good kid until 6th grade. It was my first year in Junior High and my sister was in her last year (8th grade) jr high so we’d walk to and from school together. Anyway there were these two girls who we’d always cross paths with on the walk home. One was in my sister’s class, one was in 7th grade. The older of the two would always shout things at me but I would try to ignore them (being a good little doobie). One day it escalated to the point where the older girl got in my face. The younger of the two stood in front of my sister so my sister couldn’t do much (not htat she would have anyway). So I’m staring up at this bitch who was 2 years older than me and halfway to cro magnon looking and she just hits me. I have no idea even now why. B ut something inside my head snapped and I beat the shit out of her. I had her down and some asshole who lived on the street had to pull us apart. The next day at school the police "youth officer" (must’ve been a slow day for truancies)showed up and I got called to the principal’s office. The two older girls got in trouble, I didn’t even though I caused more damage because I hadn’t started it and I was younger and smaller but from that day on something inside me was messed up. I spent the rest of my school years in trouble until I dropped out.

Ghosted by Killer Duck @ 01/22/2004 2:51 PM EST

Well, it wasn’t me, but an old friend of mine peed on her first grade teacher’s desk once! The teacher wouldn’t let her go to the bathroom, so my friend got on top of her desk, lifted up her dress, squatted down, and pissed all over it. True story.

Ghosted by Steph @ 01/22/2004 3:05 PM EST

Most trouble i ever go into was getting into a fight when i was in 7th grade. The other kid started it, when after i accidnelty spilled some milk on him he just started punching me. I fought back and kicked his ass. I ended up getting suspended for 2 days and getting kicked off the student council trip to washington d.c.

Ghosted by Bright Noah @ 01/22/2004 3:11 PM EST

Jeez, Stilewalker, way to keep things lighthearted…

Ghosted by jslay @ 01/22/2004 3:18 PM EST

I have two things, and they took place around the same year (7th grade). First, me and my friend decided that we were tired of music class, where all we did was watch musicals, so we picked a day to skip, the WRONG day. Wouldn’t you know that the day we decided to skip, the fire alarm went off no more than five minutes into the period. All the classes were told to line up near the exits, but we were on the complete other side of the school, not with our music class. So, we were forced to line up with a 6th grade teacher, who we knew well, and also knew our rep of mischeif making. This teacher didn’t ask questions, and assured us she’d tell the principal (who was our Ed Rooney)that we were with her, and even wrote our names down. After eveyone started to go back to their classes, we figured our best bet was to make our way to music, and using some excuse and the alarm going off, we were seemingly in the clear. But we weren’t. The next class happened to be gym, and as we were in the locker room, we heard our principal SCREAMING that he wanted to see me and my friend RIGHT NOW. Well, we just knew that we were the ones gonna take the blame for the alarm. When we casually strolled out to the gym, everyone was looking at us, and our teacher said "I think you guys might be wanted in the office". When we got there, everyone was staring at us, and the secretary merely pointed to the principal’s office, with a less than envious look on her face. Our principal wasted no time reading us the riot act, and this time, after all the little disturbances we’ve caused, he was finally gonna make good on his promise to expell us! When we were allowed to speak, we told him about the teacher who we stood with during the drill, and she even wrote out names down, we were nowhere near an alarm at the time. So, he called the teacher down, who, to our very faces, DENIED us being there, depsite "writing" our names down, and with about 70 kids as witnesses. That was it, we had been set up, our days of fun were over. But thank goodness for the vice principal, who was new that year, and didn’t know us enough to judge, as she backed us up, and went so far as to say she saw us, which was a lie. The reason was because she knew what REALLY happened, the alarm was set off in the elementary school, you see all the schools are connected in one massive compound. And when principal Columbo decided to check the facts, we were absolved. Ok, this is getting too long, I’ll post another for the other incident.

Ghosted by Rob @ 01/22/2004 3:19 PM EST

Oh yeah, in 8th grade, two friends and I got sent to the principal’s office because we were ’sniffing’ white out (who hasn’t, right?). I didn’t get into much trouble, but the principal contacted my parents anyway. That evening my parents asked if I needed drug intervention. Because, as we all know, white out is a gateway drug, right?

Ghosted by Nachokhaki @ 01/22/2004 3:20 PM EST

Part two. Ok, this took place in math class, where my teacher had become my arch nemesis, since she seemed to gain pleasure making fun of me in front of everyone for no reason at all. Me, not being one to take that, always fired back with vicious comments of my own, ones that caused the class to erupt in laughter, and make her leave me alone. But she had an ace up her sleeve, one day, she decided to go all out. She did a verbal number on me, starting in on my intellect, moving on to insulting my future, pretty much saying what Emilio said to Bender in the Breakfast Club. I’d had enough however, and when the rage got to be too much, I stood up, and started my soliloquy with these three words, "You F***in’ Bitch!", and the room just went silent, but I was done. I told her just what I thought about her, and that she had no right to speak to anyone like that, plus more stuff I can’t remember since I was so angry. I swore and swore, and when I finally stormed out, she was in tears. But it didn’t end there, when she made the report for the office, she decided to accuse me of throwing a desk, and acting as if I’d hit her! I most certainly wouldn’t do that, and with 30 plus witnesses, I was cleared again, and ended up back in her class the next day, however after that, she left me alone.

Ghosted by Rob @ 01/22/2004 3:32 PM EST

jslay – Come on, that’s the most lighthearted story I have.

Ghosted by Stilewalker @ 01/22/2004 3:35 PM EST

I was a pretty decent kid all through school, what a loser… I think the worst ones that come to mind would be in pre-school I got slapped by another 4 year old for apperently hitting on her, I think thats actually my first memory. That and in the 4th grade, I got in a fight with my then best friend Austin, tackled him to the ground and made him eat gravel, which is a pretty shitty thing to do come to think of it, Austin told the principal and I got two days detention, not bad really for almost choking someone to death with the gravel ment to break your fall when you fall off the swings, go me!

Ghosted by The Dude @ 01/22/2004 4:01 PM EST

Hm…my Italian class made my teacher cry in the seventh grade. That got us in deep poop.
…And then there was the time I almost got In School Suspension for "sexually harrassing" some kid. Total lies!
My friend actually DID recieve I.S.S. for grabbing that same kid’s ass and writing sexual love letters though. (We’re sick kids.)

Ghosted by Denise @ 01/22/2004 4:55 PM EST

Let’s see, I have a million of these… I went to a catholic daycrae after school when I was in first grade. I don’t remember why, but I was sent to the hall for some sort of acting up. While sittingthere, I just decided to leave, I walked right out the front door (as a 6 year old!) and headed for the highway. Some lady walking by asked where my mom was and I said "at work" so she made me stand there while she called the cops from a payphone. The cops came and I told them what happened so they returned me to the school. My mom took me out of there the next day. In elementary school, I used to get sent to the office nearly everyday for cursing or swearing. I would also buy comics and Fangoria magazine and read them while we were supposed to be doing other work. In junior high, me and some friends climbed on the roof of the school during spring break and were just screwing around, when the principal (who was a huge fat ass) saw us. He started yelling at us to get down, but since we knew he wouldn’t be able to get up there to get us because he was a fat ass we wisely decided to begin taunting him and calling him names. He ran inside to call the cops, and we all jumpoed down and ran off. On the first day back after spring break I was shitting it because I thought I was going to be in tons of trouble, but he totally forgot about the incident, apparently. In high school I was in trouble way too many times to mention, but a really good one was after I had been kicked out of my school, I was going to school in a neighboring town for my senior year. I went to the State wrestling finals to watch some friends wrestle and I saw my old principal there, so i flipped him the bird. Later, I saw him I was coming out of the restroom and he said something stupid like "glad to see you think I’m number 1" or something… and I just said really loudly, "no that meant I think youre a f*ckin *sshole" or something like that… my friends at my old school all heard it and cheered me for days. And the principal couldn’t do ANYTHING because I didn’t even go to that school anymore… hee hee… all this trouble and I carried a 3.5 grade average too…

Ghosted by Kevin @ 01/22/2004 5:27 PM EST

I was a clean teen so the most trouble I got in was in Grade 2. It was pizza day but because my Mom thinks money is not for a spending I had a crappy bag lunch. So I stole a donut to help supplement my PB&J, I was immediately caught and sent to the Principal’s office, I claimed a Grade 8 kid had let me had it, but he saw right through my lies and made me cry. My mom took my side but I still got my name placed in the dreaded Black Book, which I then thought would dog me for life. Eh, I got in trouble but still made off with a free donut, and learned how to lie better. It came in handy the first time I got arrested.

Ghosted by Ka-Dave @ 01/22/2004 5:47 PM EST

I was the quiet and creepy kid in school and was far too paranoid about fucking up my future by getting a bad grade, except for when it came to Mr. Shultz’s gym class, in which I took every opportunity to be my sarcastic self. I ended up with this guy for gym for three straight years, during which time we got to know eachother well enough that he was comfortable enough in my presence to call me "a waste of skin". (I am not bitter at all.) My favorite confrontation came when we were taking up dance. A friend of mine had kindly stabbed me in the arm with one of those compass things and I was bleeding a bit. I walk up to Shultz and ask if I can go get get a band aid or something, to which he told me to "get the hell out there and dance." Being the smart ass that I am and a sucker for early 90s stand up comedy I replied "Dancing is for black people Mr Shultz" and left. Strangely enough the guy never gave me trouble for making somewhat racist remarks but sent me to the office one day for not having gym clothes to change into. I guess thats the logic of a gym teacher for you…

Ghosted by dhtu @ 01/22/2004 5:53 PM EST

In elementary school I was a rebel but I never really got in trouble. I remember that in fourth grade my best friend and me used to always draw on ourselves. we were both in art enrichment and just liked to draw, and drawing on our arms was a fun way to express ourselves. For some reason, my teacher seemed to think this was the worst thing anyone could possibly do. Her reason at first was that she didn’t want to see us drawing on ourselves while we were supposed to be listening. In truth, we did most of our skin doodling while at our gifted and talented class that we went to for about 3 hours each day. My gifted and talented teacher didn’t mind, but my fourth grade teacher actually made us go to the little sink in the back and scrub it off. It was both humiliating and unfair. How could she tell us what to do with our own skin?? We were so pissed off that we decided to make a stand. We drew on ourselves everyday, and everyday was forced to wash it off. Finally, we used a permanent magic marker to show her who was boss. She gave up after that, but I think she hated us for that. She was a bitch anyway.

In sixth grade a friend and me decided to have a hugging contest. The goal was to see who could get the most hugs from people, and after getting a hug the person would sign their name on a list so we could tally them up at the end. It was a fun thing to do and it was friendly too. However, my teacher thought otherwise. When she found out about it she flipped on us. I think I was too shocked to even respond coherently, but now I wish I had told the bitch off. She even threatened to send us to the office if we didn’t stop. no one ever got sent to the office unless they got into a fight or did something really bad and we DID NOT want to get sent to the office so we stopped. I still don’t know why hugging our friends seemed so blasphemous to her.

The biggest (and funniest) thing I got in trouble for happened in the 8th grade. There was thid Girl that my sister and I both hated for some reason I don’t really remember. Anyway, we never really worried much about her until she started flirting with my friend’s boyfriend (the same friend from the hugging contest). Since we hated her already, we jumped at the chance to send her a little warning about our friends man. We wrote her a long and extremely immature note, changing her last name from "Snow" to "Hoe" because it just seemed right. We threatened her multiple times, curesed her off, and told her to stay the hell away from our friends men and our men (she also liked the boy I liked at the time I think) and ended it by signing our names as big and bold as we could. We had no qualms about her knowing we had written the note. One of our good friends was in one of her classes, so she offered to deliver the letter. Later that day, I got called to the "crisis counselor". When I walked in and saw my sister and my two friends, I couldn’t help but smile and tip them a conspiratorial wink. The crisis counselor pulled out the letter, and actually started reading it out loud!! He even read the Sandy Hoe part. Everytime he would read a curse, he would give us an "aren’t you ashamed of yourselves" look. We couldn’t stop giggling the whole time. He kept assuring us that he was glad we though it was funny, because we wouldn’t be laughing when we went to see Duh duh duh duhn MR. BENSON. All Mr. Benson did was look at the letter and say "You’re suspended for one day" Ooooh real scary. My sister was also suspended for one day. The friend who had delivered it got a saturday detention for delivering the note, and my other friend got an administrative detention just for being mentioned. She didn’t even know we had written it, and she heard it the first time when the crisis counselor read it. She didn’t mind though.

So those were my very long stories. I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. I actually had forgotten all about them untill just now when they all came back to me and I decided I had to share them even if I was the only one who enjoyed them.

Ghosted by SublimeObsessedMidget @ 01/22/2004 7:07 PM EST

I’m still in school. I haven’t gotten into any major trouble yet…knock on wood.

The worst trouble I’ve gotten into? A dreaded "Pink Slip" in third grade. I was mocking Julie, who’s slightly less annoying now that she’s older, just like I usually do. Problem was, the sub didn’t know that. That bitch.

So…I got the Slip. It was just a warning, but I was still devastated. I remember crying, but that’s not important.

In any case…being a goody-goody has its benefits. I didn’t have to pay when we went to Cedar Point in eighth grade because of my good grades and behavior record. ^_^

Ghosted by Paul @ 01/22/2004 7:16 PM EST

Worst trouble…
Can’t say on that, but the BEST trouble I ever got into was senior year of high school. My friend was the editor for the school newspaper and within the first several issues (and just about the only issues for the year because of this) we turned all of the popular and "goody goody" students against us. This was also funny because I was in the same advanced/smart classes as a lot of them, but they were a bunch of self-centered elitists for the most part. Anyhow, the whole situation got so out of hand that one of the assistant principals had to review the paper before it would be printed. In the first issue she reviewed and okayed, we had slipped some nonsensical and "anonymous" poems into the poetry section, but when the first letter on each line was written together, they’d say rude things like "Key Blows" and just plain ol’ "Nutsac" for laughs. Needless to say, the school paper has never been the same again.

Ghosted by Zix the Yeti @ 01/22/2004 7:41 PM EST

I was always a good kid throughout school, but I do remember a couple of near-incidents.
The first few were in elementary school- I almost got a pink slip for 1. "Fighting" on the playground (we were play fighting, and all I was doing was ninja-kicking the air), 2.) Coming late from recess (the "big kids" stole my basketball- my teacher saw that, and I was cleared), 3.) Being a co-conspirator in my friend Angel’s scheme (we gave this jerk a picture of an elephant’s butt- haha, it’s funny now…), and 4.) "wearing lipstick". I was not wearing lipstick in 3rd grade- or ever, for that matter. I hate makeup- can I help it if my lips are naturally really red?
Then one time in Middle school, I didn’t really get in trouble, but my teachers were really upset with me because I wasn’t in class and they didn’t know where I was. I was in Drama, which I gave them a note telling them that I’d be there for the whole week. They had to call me down on the P.A.
In high school, I was just late for class a couple of times- the principal caught me once and I was mad. I honestly did not hear the bell ring.
And I puked twice, once on this kid I had a crush on… and I kicked my friend in the leg when the teacher was out of the room. I’ve told people off before, but I’ve never been in trouble, and one time I accidentally gave this kid a bloody nose. I turned around (he was following me) and my hand came into contact with his nose. It was an accident, though I really wish I had done it on purpose.
In fifth grade I had to write my name on the board for trying to get somebody to stop talking when we weren’t supposed to. I was "listening" and giving him "the look", but even if you’re on the other side you still get in trouble.
Last one: my 9th grade science teacher was going to take my friend Craig and me down to the principal’s office because we were "cheating" on his test. Okay, we would cheat? On his easy test? I don’t think so! He didn’t believe Craig, but he believed me when I told him we weren’t cheating, "scout’s honor". He was really angry, and I was pretty scared. Still mad about that.

Ghosted by Rainbowfeet @ 01/22/2004 7:44 PM EST

Ok, I got one.

Money laundering through the student store in fifth grade.

Ghosted by drew @ 01/22/2004 7:45 PM EST

I’ve got two stories that are kinda entertaining.

I was in trouble for all of kindergarten. My mom had taken the time when I was younger to teach me to read and count, so when I got to kindergarten and they started teaching that same crap all over again I just tuned it out. I started getting into fights, got distracted in class and refused to sit in the circle (take me to the shower, I’m a bad man). My teacher was this psycho who used to walk down the street singing nursery rhymes to herself, and the principal was this fat a$$hole with jet black hair who tried to intimidate everybody. (I should mention here it’s a Catholic school, and the only choice we had in our town for kindergarten class). For our Christmas assembly our class was to go up and sing a song…and we were expressly told not to be waving to people in the audience. But hey, my mom told me to wave to her if I could see her…now seriously, at that age if you have to choose you have to go with the momma…so I waved to her and was pulled off the stage…the teacher was yelling at me that I ruined the whole assembly. In talking to my mom, the principal compared me to Linda Blair from The Exorcist and called me a hellspawn. Then they tried telling her I had a learning disability and they wanted to put me on Ritalin. They said I couldn’t come back if she refused. Mom called them a bunch of morons and I went to public school the next year. I graduated a couple of years ago from college with honors. On the downside, I’m going to hell

Oh, and in grade 5 I had a teacher from a rich family who said only poor people get ‘baby bonuses’ (in Canada, it’s a quarterly rebate from the government based on income and number of children in the family) but I looked her in the face and told her I knew she was getting it too. She kept me inside for recess and started crying while she was chewing me out. My parents were called but I didn’t get punished for it because everyone in town knew it was true.

Ghosted by Hecubus @ 01/22/2004 9:14 PM EST

Well, happily or sadly I don’t have anything really bad….But I will say that my 8th grade English teacher and I did NOT get along. I remember having several long arguments with her….

The biggest one revolved around my working on Math homework during English class. Now, this particular teacher was the kind that said "read this" and then sat back grading papers for the rest of the class. I’m a fast reader, so I finished pretty early. I then got out my Math book and started working on Algebra problems. The next thing I know, she is confiscating my book and homework and procedes to chew me out. I responded by saying I had finished the assignment and was trying to utilize my time well. She doesn’t care, and tells me I can pick up my book tomorrow (which means I can’t do my homework, which means I had to get up early and go get it!) ARGHhh!!!!

What can I say, I’m a geek.

The funny thing is that I am an English major now. Go figure.

Ghosted by Cameron @ 01/22/2004 9:53 PM EST

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