Today I went to the bathroom across from my classroom and my 3 other friend were in their already because one drank a whole bottle of mio and was washing it down. I came to wash my hands because I was cleaning my desk and they felt weird. So I wash them and head back to class, note the other 3 guys just went in the classroom and I hear the teacher say to them " Go to the office please " because we arent supposed to leave without asking permission. So I, being the sneaky guy I am wait until she turns around and casually walks into the classroom and acts like I was there the entire time. Now I was hear some of your stories.
I graduated
If I got in trouble I usually didn't run away from the responsibility I had in the incident.
Unless I didn't have any responsibility in the matter or if my involvement in it was minor, then I would argue about my involvement or just avoid the matter completely.
I murdered every witness.
blame the jew
I never really did anything to actually get into trouble at school.
Although towards the end of primary school my shitty teacher would try and pin the blame of anything that happened on me because she didn't care about sorting stuff out as she was retiring in the same year.
When that happened, I went to the bathroom and hid in the ceiling as the tiles pushed up.
Bastards never found me.
[QUOTE=Mr Kotov;44574997]When that happened, I went to the bathroom and hid in the ceiling as the tiles pushed up.[/QUOTE]
You didn't fall through or something? Always wanted to try this, but I'm rarely in buildings with that kind of ceiling.
I skipped most of my classes. Therefore no troubles.
[QUOTE=matt000024;44575011]You didn't fall through or something? Always wanted to try this, but I'm rarely in buildings with that kind of ceiling.[/QUOTE]
It wasn't that old a school, maybe 60 years old or something, so the ceiling was pretty stable. There was a couple of times where I almost fell, but luckily that never happened.
In the 8th grade, I lit an M80 firecracker in the toilet waiting for it to explode. The "fuse" was pretty long, so it took a bit to explode, and then all of a sudden the campus supervisor, Don, walks into the bathroom. I'm dumbstruck, as is my friend who was with me, and I can still hear the fuse "whizz" as the campus supervisor talks to me, and my mind is just repeating the same phrase: "I'm fucked, I'm fucked, I'm fucked.". All of a sudden, I hear the whizzing noise die out, expecting to hear an explosion -- nothing. Absolutely nothing. I felt so relieved, but I still had to get the M80 out of there. I said I needed to use the restroom, so I got the M80, flushed it down the toilet, and was on my way.
I pied my principal, the arrogant bitch, from the school roof with a fresh baked banana cream pie from the local baker's. She raged about it all morning at school assembly, but they never found out who did it since I ducked out of sight as soon as I flung it at her.
I was given detention for skipping Co-curriculum activities a lot of times (Seriously? After a year of skipping CCA and you guys only found out about it a year later when I went to change it?)
On the day I was suppose to serve it, my Chinese teacher(I'm in a Chinese country BTW(also not China)) told me that I need to go for a remedial class after school that day. When I told him I got detention, he just told me to go for the class first then serve it later in a "fuck it" tone.
Since it ended at 4.30 pm, I realized that an hour of detention for an offense I committed a year ago is stupid and I went home immediately after the class ended.
They never found out. :v:
My 8th grade history teacher once flipped out on me cause I was talking about the German Empire before a national test on World War One.
Needless to say I got every question right whilst the class average was a D-
[editline]18th April 2014[/editline]
Also she got mad because I said Kaiser Wilhelm had a amazing mustache
[QUOTE=LoganIsAwesome;44577012]My 8th grade history teacher once flipped out on me cause I was talking about the German Empire before a national test on World War One.
Needless to say I got every question right whilst the class average was a D-
[editline]18th April 2014[/editline]
Also she got mad because I said Kaiser Wilhelm had a amazing mustache[/QUOTE]
That's because he does!
[QUOTE=iAmaNewb;44577026]That's because he does![/QUOTE]
[IMG]http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120320202850/althistory/images/d/d0/Wilhelm_II_SS.jpg[/IMG]
[video=youtube;tV4MxX7d0XM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tV4MxX7d0XM[/video]
I didn't. No matter what, even if i didn't do it, i still got in trouble. Hell, i've gotten into trouble when i've actually told someone that another person was being an asshole to me.
When I went to school drunk in year 12 on the day of a business studies excursion, I managed to escape a suspension through nothing less than being the top student of that class (academically, of course) and being a premiere student in general. So yeah, escaped punishment literally through preferential treatment.
[editline]18th April 2014[/editline]
It was also the day of my birthday, but they assumed I turned 18 when it was actually my 17th. So yeah, that probably contributed.
[QUOTE=Mr Kotov;44574997]I never really did anything to actually get into trouble at school.
Although towards the end of primary school my shitty teacher would try and pin the blame of anything that happened on me because she didn't care about sorting stuff out as she was retiring in the same year.
When that happened, I went to the bathroom and hid in the ceiling as the tiles pushed up.
Bastards never found me.[/QUOTE]
This reminds me of one. The bathroom in the band hallway at my high school had removable ceiling tiles. One of our friends had gone up there before, but then I took a try. I had to get help from one friend to reach my way up through one of the smaller tiles along the wall. Once I was up there, I realized I wasn't sure how I'd get down. I couldn't easily lower myself through the hole I'd gone up through, so I tried to reposition myself, but instead I put my foot right through a ceiling tile. I jumped down, we threw away the pieces, and replaced it with a different tile from one of the tech rooms that people are hardly ever in.
I was a real troublemaker and got sent to the principal's office countless times, but occasionally someone else was blamed for the crime, and I got away with it
Other times, I proudly told my classmates about my latest crime, like pissing on a sweater discarded on the ground, but somehow got away with it nonetheless
Don't draw attention to yourself from the teacher/get on the teacher's good side from the beginning. Other than that, if you can survive to college your troubles are over. Although by the sound of it you don't sound like college material.
[QUOTE=Pantz Master;44577300]Don't draw attention to yourself from the teacher/get on the teacher's good side from the beginning. Other than that, if you can survive to college your troubles are over. Although by the sound of it you don't sound like college material.[/QUOTE]
Nope, I didn't go to college
And I was a recidivist, the teachers didn't scare me
That's why I loved to tell everybody about my latest work of art
I cunningly created my disguise over four years. Four years of being the most boring, friendless and rule abiding, punctual bastard you'd ever met. Never got to use the disguise, but if I had then having no friends would have been totally worth it.
The teachers in my school all like me and I'm a pretty decent actor most of the time so I can usually get out of trouble pretty easily.
My buddy was late to class once, so to avoid trouble he stole a Portuguese passport and fled the country.
had the stomach flu
was shitting everywhere and vomiting, janitor got pissed because I kept missing
they came over to try and find me, janitor didn't see my face or anything because it was buried in the toilet
ran away and tried to hide
they just followed the shit dribble into one of the class rooms
and I was in the class I was meant to be in
nobody noticed a thing
[QUOTE=GentlemanLexi;44581236]had the stomach flu
was shitting everywhere and vomiting, janitor got pissed because I kept missing
they came over to try and find me, janitor didn't see my face or anything because it was buried in the toilet
ran away and tried to hide
they just followed the shit dribble into one of the class rooms
and I was in the class I was meant to be in
nobody noticed a thing[/QUOTE]
gross as heck
I punched my teacher in the face, and then they released the raptors and I took out my battleaxe and slew them all while riding through the hallways on my motorcycle and crashed through a window and pierced the heavens, and I had escaped.
This isn't how I escaped trouble, but it's how I learned to escape trouble.
There was this one asshole rich kid in 4th grade. Lets call him Brad.
Brad was a piece of shit, he was a massive turd to everyone because he thought he was better because his dad had shit loads of money. Because of this we'd fuck with him all the time. We did shit like hide his backpack in the ceiling, throw shit of his on the roof, once we convinced this slightly retarded kid to take a dump in Brad's backpack (that's a story for another thread). Honestly, Brad did deserve it, he'd push around much younger kids in the school and fuck with them the same way we'd fuck with him.
One day I was feeling bored and felt like messing with Brad. I bent my glasses and told my teacher Brad did it.
I assumed he would just be yelled at for a bit and then that would be it. Oh no what happened was way worse.
So I get called up to the teacher's desk, she asks me if I'm telling the truth, I lie and say I am.
She calls Brad up, talks to him, he walks back crying hard as fuck and gives me this look of "what have you done".
I get called up again, and the teacher is like: "Are you SURE you're telling the truth, you can tell me now and I won't punish you at all, okay?" "No. No. I'm telling the truth!"
For some reason other kids claim they saw him bend my glasses, to this day I don't know why they said that.
Over the next month Brad's life becomes a living hell. I hear his mom and dad had punished him like fucking crazy at home, strict bed time, no toys or video games, he can't even get good food, only health shit.
His mom and my mom are friends, so they were talking about all of the above stuff.
So eventually my mom walks up to me and asks if I lied. I say "no", and she gives me that mom face. You know the one. I get all sheepish but insist that I'm telling the truth.
SHE KNOWS
The next day at school I get called to the office. My mom and the principal are there looking super pissed. Before they even speak I freak the fuck out and tell them how I made it up and everything.
I didn't even get in trouble, they just explain how I shouldn't lie and how what I did was bad and stuff.
All I learned was to have a better story planned and not freak out.
Since that day I have lied about so much shit to my parents and teachers, the shit I could get away with is fucking insane, though I haven't weaseled my way out of shit since highschool.
I skipped detention, and they forgot about it.
got sent to the principles office for unintentionally rolling my eyes at a teacher. i was just looking around the room ffs
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