Funny things you did in school

in 5th grade I had a book report to do, but I never read the book so I made some story up and wrote some nonsense that sounded like what happened in the book and I got a A-. We chose our own book of course

Most recently, I was doing a worksheet and I copied the answers of off an earlier classes sheet that were lying on the desk when the teacher wasnt there and got full credit

Well in eight grade we used to make porno sounds and hide our own backpacks to blame it on each other.We would throw stuff across the room all day long.

But the funniest day at school ever was in ninth grade.We had a substitute and out of nowhere someone threw a paperball across the room.There were two rows of desks on one side of the room and two on the other side.Well,you can imagine how it went from there.It went on for the whole period.I swear the substitute stayed next to the door the whole hour and did absolutely nothing about it.You could tell she was terrified.It was like a war,one side of the room against the other.We threw just abou everything in sight,including clothes that the teacher had there to give away,pencils,books.We threw backpacks even,and since it was a health c-l-a-s-s the teacher had a plastic penis saved for teaching purposes.....Yeah,we threw that too.>__>Towards the end I carelessly threw a backpack and accidentally broke a large vase.It had black dirt/sand inside.Some say they were the ashed of the teacher's grandmother,but we never knew. :|

since it was a health c-l-a-s-s the teacher had a plastic penis saved for teaching purposes

Yaeven

I pulled an elaborate prank on my friends that cost me hundreds of dollars and involved me faking my mother's death and my own suicide. (This was done at school)

I also put up a bunch of 50s-styIe posters about how women can please their husbands all around sorority buildings and feminist clubs.

I've posted about both in detail here before. They were both actually very recent.

I pulled an elaborate prank on my friends that cost me hundreds of dollars and involved me faking my mother's death and my own suicide. (This was done at school)

I also put up a bunch of 50s-styIe posters about how women can please their husbands all around sorority buildings and feminist clubs.

I've posted about both in detail here before. They were both actually very recent.

Theokhoth

Do want links. Or at least the thread titles, so I can look them up myself. :P

Back to the thread topic... well, there was this one time our French teacher lectured us about zombies...

[QUOTE="Theokhoth"]

I pulled an elaborate prank on my friends that cost me hundreds of dollars and involved me faking my mother's death and my own suicide. (This was done at school)

I also put up a bunch of 50s-styIe posters about how women can please their husbands all around sorority buildings and feminist clubs.

I've posted about both in detail here before. They were both actually very recent.

metroidfood

Do want links. Or at least the thread titles, so I can look them up myself. :P

Don't remember them. I didn't make topics; I posted in random topics.

I used to sneak up behind kids desks, turn their backpacks inside out and sneak away. I loved the confused look on their faces when they would go to reach for a pencil or book only to see that their bag is inside out.AmericasMIlitia

everytime I had to write a short story in English I just wrote a level out of COD2, and I always got A-/b+Whicker89

[QUOTE="Whicker89"]everytime I had to write a short story in English I just wrote a level out of COD2, and I always got A-/b+cpo335

In tenth grade writing, we had journals which could be crap as long as they took up the entire page. Luckily, I bought huge Five-Star notebooks. :cry: Since the content didn't matter, I'd write a few lines then write down the lyrics for the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air intro song. :P

We also had the German exchange student dance on the morning announcements to 99 Red Balloons with a couple of other people. When the song picked up, someone released a bunch of red balloons that were under a sheet. It was pretty funny. :P

In geography class the girl sitting next to me was asked to name a rock type. She really had no idea, so she did the only thing she was good at, looking around at other people for guidance. Being the genorous chap I am, I decided to help her out. Under my breath I muttered the word 'pebbles'. Low and behold, out of her mouth came the word 'pebbles'. The class soon filled up with lulz.Neontope

I do that in german class. When someone doesnt know the answer I whisper something completely random in german so they say it and sound like an idiot.

everytime I had to write a short story in English I just wrote a level out of COD2, and I always got A-/b+Whicker89

wow, ive done crazier stuff in the past month than most of you people have done, ive put a fart machine under a teachers desk and they didnt know where it was coming from, funny stufflukie_pie

snogged my current girlfriend when we was 14-18 now- in front of teacher=3 days detention.

set fire to inside of teachers desk-burnt his mac=had to spend my laptop savings to fix his

everytime I had to write a short story in English I just wrote a level out of COD2, and I always got A-/b+Whicker89

I went to a private boarding school. We had church every day but Sunday. We had a school priest named Father Seagram, a frozen hippy kinda priest that held chat sessions called "Cross Talk" (get it?) every Saturday night that (sadly) no one showed up to, but he kept plugging away. One day a schoolmate found a picture in a porn magazine of a guy "in action" that looked bloody IDENTICAL to Father Seagram, so we decided we had to act. We made 400 photocopies (roughly the school population), all with a cartoon balloon coming out of the guy's mouth reading "Welcome to Cross-Talk" along with a heading that read "Our spiritual mentor in ACTION!" We then broke into the school chapel at night, planted each copy in every hymnbook (except Father Seagram's) on the page of the first hymn the next day (the hymn schedule was printed every week so you always knew ahead of time what hymns were sung which days).

The next day, when Father Seagram asked everyone to please open their hymnbooks and turn to page 46.... chaos broke out. Students began laughing, teachers began shouting... Father Seagram trying to figure out what the hell was going on... worst of all, Father Seagram's son (Anglican, not Catholic) who was in his first year began crying right there in the middle of the chapel... I don't know whether it was embarassment, or if he thought this might in fact be his priest dad (the likeness was uncanny), but whatever the case, this was the funniest thing I ever did (helped do) in high school.