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.

Chestnuts roasted by The Lucky One @ 01/22/2004 1:38 PM

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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.

Chestnuts roasted by kingklash @ 01/22/2004 1:53 PM

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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.

Chestnuts roasted by Killer Duck @ 01/22/2004 2:51 PM

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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.

Chestnuts roasted by Bright Noah @ 01/22/2004 3:11 PM

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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.

Chestnuts roasted by Rob @ 01/22/2004 3:19 PM

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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.

Chestnuts roasted by Rob @ 01/22/2004 3:32 PM

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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!

Chestnuts roasted by The Dude @ 01/22/2004 4:01 PM

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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…

Chestnuts roasted by Kevin @ 01/22/2004 5:27 PM

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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…

Chestnuts roasted by dhtu @ 01/22/2004 5:53 PM

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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. ^_^

Chestnuts roasted by Paul @ 01/22/2004 7:16 PM

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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.

Chestnuts roasted by Rainbowfeet @ 01/22/2004 7:44 PM

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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.

Chestnuts roasted by Hecubus @ 01/22/2004 9:14 PM

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