In 10th grade, I had this shop class with a teacher named Mr. Eek, and this guy had just come out of retirement to teach this new class. The first part of it, we had to sit in this computer lab and use this Computer Aided Drafting program. Of course, it was pretty easy to look at pornography or play games on these computers with Eek finding out, because he literally didn't even know how to turn on the monitors. He would just bark orders at us from his desk, and we wouldn't follow them, since 98 percent of the class was full of slackers and trouble makers like myself (it was an elective class, so if you didn't pass, it wasn't a huge deal).

The second half of the class, we would go into the shop, and make your typical stupid wood projects. This is where I really raised hell. I remember hocking a big, green loogy on his stool, and then laughing as he sat right in it. I remember hiding his pictures of his daughters on his desk, which really didn't make him happy. I remember spending an entire class period hiding in a utility closet, and about 2 minutes before the class was over, he opened the closet to get some tool, didn't see me, then close the door without noticing me. I walked out of the closet a couple seconds later, and he looked completely confused. I would go into the storage room where everyone kept their projects, and I would just break most of them. The class before ours was full of freshmen who actually cared about getting good grades, so everyone in our hellraiser class would treat their projects like garbage. We went so far, that Eek actually sent me and one of my friends to this one room in the shop which just had a bunch of lumber, and he locked us in there for an entire class period. Of course, we broke this vent that was on the door, and crawled out while he wasn't looking :) Another fun thing I liked to do was take hammers and other metal instruments and just blindly throw them at the back of the shop while he was teaching some lesson. He would always ask "Who threw that?" but could never figure the damn thing out. It didn't help that there were 4 or 5 other guys in the class who would do the same thing, so during each day, everytime he would try to say something, he would be interrupted from a "CLANK" or "BANG" coming from one area of the shop.

One time, and I swear to god, this is a true story, we trapped Mr. Eek in his office by using those straps you use to tie down glued wood to tie his office door closed. With Eeek disposed off, I snuck into his lunch, and took a bite out of every item he had. Eek had a weird little flaw, he was allergic to bread, which I thought was hilarious. At the end of the day, when we let him out, we had no idea what the hell was going on. I chucked a giant ball of glue from a couple glue sticks at his head while he wasn't looking, and ALMOST got him too.

And the funny thing about this whole thing, I was NEVER suspended or issued a single day of detention during my 4 years of high school.