Couldn't be bothered carrying the register to class after lunch so I slid it under my RE teachers door. She came along opened the door slipped on it, fell on her ass and spilled tea everywhere.
She then gave me an essay on the dangers of shiney paper on floors.
(Although that was pretty stupid on my part, but she shoulda looked where she was going.)
I kicked a ball in PE in 8th grade because I was about to trip and break my already broken arm, and it hit some girl in the chest so I had to do 150 crunches for "Sexual harassment"
[QUOTE=Kylel999;18971039]In French two years ago, I said, "Wow, I like this year so much better, at least we don't have to copy down like, 50 friggen words at the beginning of every class" and the teacher flipped shit because apparently, 'friggen' is a bad word.[/QUOTE]
'Frigging' is slang for female masturbation, so yeah, I can see why an old stuck-in-the-past teacher could get annoyed.
Though today it's used so commonly no-one even knows what it means any more.
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[QUOTE=Ty2_d2;18972294]I called a kid gay, he told the principle.
Principle told me I was suspended, sent me home with my friend's dad. [Three of us were suspended]
Me and my best friend who went home with the other kids dad came up with a cunning plan.
Since we didn't give half a shit about getting suspended [free day off school woot!] we both went home and erased the message from the school saying we were suspended the next day.
We then proceeded to make preparations for a great day at the beach [about a 2 mile walk from home/school] got chips and and 2 liter of soda, swim trunks, money etc. These items replaced out books and binders. Then our parents dropped us off at the curb near school, we met up waited for the cars to leave, bragged to a few friend about our awesome plan, another kid decided to come with us.
We walked down to the beach wreaking havoc on things along our way, fucked up some Taco Bell soda machines and dumped some trash cans :P
Got down to the beach, had a great time fucknig around all day. Then when the time came we began to walk home...
Cop rolls up, we thought nothing of it at first since school was essentially out...
Turns out my friend who came with us forgot his fucknig lunch bag that morning and his dad freaked when they told him he was suspended, he called the cops and they started a manhunt for him... Me and the other kid were caught in the crossfire and picked up in the police car :/
We got a "talking to" by the police officer in a little room for suspects I suppose.
Got home, my friends dad told my mom. She pretended to care a bit, but let me off in the end... Still sucks that I had to go to the police station, though we actually got home faster :P
Was all in 8th grade XD... [b]good times[/b][/QUOTE]
Wow you're cool, knocking over trash cans and breaking stuff.
~rebel~
Stealing an entire case of sprite from a Coke truck and running down the street with my friend. About 3 blocks away the coke truck pulled in front of us. We dropped it and ran.
Saying the time to some girl.
The teacher was like "GTFO!"
We made her cry alot. Plus she was the religion teacher.
Hell we even made her break a window.
Killing and raping that girl in the night of 1991
One time when I was 12 my small black bag (which contained my one and only laptop) was placed next to my table and obstructing the main pathway in the classroom. My geography teacher walked over it from behind me, turned around an then kicked it as hard as he could and then said, "Your laptop was in my way". It got kicked over 5 feet away, luckily it still worked.
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Oh yeah I remember one time I nicked this other teachers Mars bar without them noticing. It was worth it.
Posting in a banme
Back when I was in highschool, a redhead Teacher of mine used to crack harsh jokes on kids, but if you wanted to play along and crack jokes back at him, that wasn't acceptable :downs:
Anyway, this one kid who he almost constantly picked on, was talking about his new girlfriend and how hot she was, and the teacher overheard him. He came over with a shit-eating grin on his stupid face and asked "You? A girlfriend? You must've had a $100 strapped to your face because you're way too ugly" then slapped him on the back as it was all a friendly joke. The kid by now, having put up with a good 2 years of this shit, couldn't take it anymore and snapped back "Get [B]FUCKED[/B] Carrot top"
I nearly exploded with an almost howling laughter, and instead of the kid who insulted him being thrown out, I was told to immediately get my shit and go to the main office.
What the fuck.
Getting in trouble by the school for having videos on Youtube, even though none of the videos took place there. They still had to give a "warning" to my parents :P Got grounded...
I used my lighter to light a Bunsen burner in school and my chem teacher was all "myah myah myah myah blah"
Teacher told me school went out on the friday coming up so I didn't go to school for about half the next week until they noticed I wasn't there and finally called me then they suspended me cause I was skipping school :l
[QUOTE=Thorny;18972460]'Frigging' is slang for female masturbation, so yeah, I can see why an old stuck-in-the-past teacher could get annoyed.
Though today it's used so commonly no-one even knows what it means any more.[/QUOTE]
The teacher was in her 20's, and from Haiti, where they spoke French. I doubt she knew that.
Some kid asked me why I had pictures of my friends on my camera, and if I was going to kill them or something. I said int he most sarcastic way possible "Ya, I'm really going to kill these people."
Next day I'm met witht he police and the principle. I'm scared shitless, have no clue what I did. They tell me about the kid telling his mom who called the school.
Being the good little boy I am (straight As, never a detention, suspension, nothing. A prefect letter, pretty much) I let them know everyhting they ask and explaint hat it was sarcasm. They proceed to go through my book bag and look at my stuff. The copy of "The Essential Karl Marx" and various doodles of Hind-D helicopters and Abrams tanks and such in one of my journals seem to make them curious. They ask me why I was taking pictures in school, I said the truth. Some of the pictures were of the school itself, like walls and rooms and such. I was planning on making a map based lightly around the school in Hammer, and using some of the design elements and actual materials as textures.
Apparently because GMod had guns in it, and I was a communist, and I had doodles of military vehicles, AND I had said that statement, I was now a suspected terrorist. Wanting to be as helpful as I could and just let them know whatever so they would sooner see this as a big misunderstanding and let me go on to my normal life, they ask me if there was anything else "Bad" about me and I told them.
I knew how to make basic napalm, which I had primarily learned from Youtube, but which the ingredients were told to the whole class by my History teacher (I didn't tell them that- he's the best teacher in the school and was already on thin ice for his teaching style and issues the last year). I was highly depressed several months before and minorly at that time. I was a Marxist who believed in peaceful reform.
They also interrogated my best friend. He told them less than I told them. Most of this was without an adult or attorney present. When my mother eventually got there after the questioning, they told her I was there because I "Had threatened to kill another student and seems to possibly be attempting to commit acts of terrorism against the school with aid of video games." What a load of bull.
Apparently this was enough for them to decide they wanted to search my home, and that I needed to see a psychologist. I was suspended for 10 days (which will be wiped off my record when I graduate) and was told that I would not be allowed to return until I saw a psychologist/therapist/councilor, etc.
At my house, they didn't find much besides my "Concerning amount of nazi images" (which is bollocks- I do have alot of Nazi walls, but in proportion to my Communist and miscellaneous other walls, they are a small percent) on my computer, my stash of hentai (which I only had temporarily and was going to be gone by the end of the week anyhow. It's not my thing), and a concerning interest in "9/11". The guy got this from one thing- I had a book report from Fahrenheit 451, which we were required to read, on my desk, which he mistook for Fahrenheit 9/11, which he obviously had no clue about.
For God's sake, I have the fucking Declaration of Independence on my wall and an American flag hanging up in my room.
Anyhow, after two psychologists, who both said I was fine, and my suspension, which was unfortunately during exam time, so I had to come in and sit in a room by myself to take the exams anyhow, I was allowed to return to school with my reputation tarnished, my record ruined, and my actions well monitored.
Also, I got a cool lawyer, who was a bad ass, and we almost sued for emotional distress, lost work time, questioning a minor without the presence of a representative adult, and false accusations. The only reason we didn't was because legally, I should have been expelled, but the principle, the one accusing me, was able to save my ass form the school board. I now jokingly have a reputation for being the scary kid who's gonna blow everyhting up. Everyone knows I'm not going to, but it's sticking and ain't going away soon.
So children,t he moral of this story is, DON'T BE SARCASTIC, EVEN IF IT'S CLEARLY SO. ALWAYS PLEAD THE FIFTH. DO NOT HELP THE POLICE QUESTIONING YOU, ONLY ANSWER QUESTIONS IF DIRECTLY ASKED, AND REFUSE TO ANSWER ANYTHING IF YOU POSSIBLY CAN. AND MAKE THEM GET A WARRANT.
[B]tl;dr[/B]
I got in trouble for sarcasm and I dug myself deeper by being helpful to the police in attempting to clear my name by being honest. Because of the dimwittedness and assumptions of the police and principle, I was suspended and have a less than flattering reputation now.
i was playing basketball with one of my friends and suddenly the principal entered that gym, and she asked me to step outside for a second, so i did, we talked a little then we both entered the gym, my friend threw a ball at me really goddamn fast, i moved a little because i knew i wouldn't be able to catch it and the ball hit STRAIGHT into the principal's saggy tits
we got suspended for 2 weeks for apparently assaulting her
[QUOTE=Detective P;18973433]
I knew how to make basic napalm[/QUOTE]
What in the name of Christ told you that telling the police this would be a good idea?
It all began one day when my friend's class watched Iron Man. At the end of the movie, one kid who had never said a word throughout the entire year stood up and said, "What's he weain' that fancy suit fo'? I'd just get mah brick!" My friend thought this was quite funny, and told the story to us.
Several months later, we were riding in his car, talking about some of the school clubs (related to a plan of ours to take them over with our numbers and elect each other as officers). We came to the topic of fliers, and thought it would be hilarious if we made a fake event or club. "Bring Your Brick to School Club," my friend said.
"No, Bring Your Brick to School [I]Day[/I]," I corrected. They agreed. We then made several fliers for the brick day, set for the second week of school. We printed off about one hundred copies, and handed them out during lunch. We posted several of them on the billboards. We knew that cameras were watching us, but, really, why would they care?
We decided to actually bring bricks to school on the date we'd set previously, Tuesday. We talked excitedly about the day for the week preceding it. "Tuesday's coming. Did you bring your brick?" we'd say to one another.
[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJYxCSXjhLI]"I live in a giant bucket,"[/url] the other person would respond.
Tuesday came. The stage was set. We all had our bricks, as well as cameras to document it all for future laughs. We posed for pictures with our bricks in our usual corner before school.
The time came for us to go to class, and so we did. No one seemed to really care about the bricks we had.
First block ended, and so did our fun. All around the school, the administrators caught on to what we were doing. They saw that it wasn't just two or three kids with bricks, but dozens. People were taken out of class and sent to the main office to speak with the vice principal and have their bricks confiscated, placing them on a desk behind the main desk. My friends and I were identified as being the posters of the fliers on the billboards, and sat in the office for about an hour. I could hear the secretaries making jokes involving bricks the entire time. We were interrogated first individually, then finally as a group. The vice principal thought the entire thing was quite hilarious and sent us back to class without any scheduling of detentions, suspensions, or expulsions, or other actions. (The school's rent-a-cop didn't like this, saying it was a "ten year felony" to bring "weapons" to school. The vice-principal just ignored him, saying that "there's no rule against bringing bricks.") We wondered what they were going to do with all the masonry, and decided that they'd just throw it away.
I walked through the office a few days ago to pick up some paperwork. There's still a pile of bricks on the vice principal's back desk.
Not really trouble but, still. I mis-heard the time my teacher had given me for my French oral exam, so I continued to do my PE lesson. Next thing I know, the deputy head was after me asking why I wasn't at the exam.
Had to do it after school the next day :(
Oh and for stabbing my mate with a biro... probably a pretty stupid thing to do in the first place.
Dozed off in class so the teacher asked me a question deliberately, and I snapped out of sleep answering "DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER."
One time, I sat down to eat and my friend wanted my spot. I told him no and he kept telling me to scoot over (it was a hot day in Arizona and the only shady spot on the benches, the hell I am moving). He started slapping me softly and took off my glasses, I don't like people touching my glasses, so I slammed his food to the ground. I also succeeded in splashing watered down cheese all over his shirt. The teacher came over and yelled at me. I tried to tell her that he was messing with me, but she made me buy him another pretzel with watered down cheese.
[QUOTE=NinjaPanda;18973636]What in the name of Christ told you that telling the police this would be a good idea?[/QUOTE]
I was worried, scared, and thought they'd be understanding. Unfortunately I got Mr. Over-protective-principle and Sir Hick-police-officer-without-college-education. I'm not really exaggerating that either. The principle blew half the school's budget on security cameras, and we're not allowed to carry bags or purses in the school between first and last bell, even though we have one fight maybe every five years, have a total population between the three schools in the district of under 700 people, and haven't had a single security issue since 2002.
It was dumb on my part, but like I said, the history teacher basically told us how to make it. If things went way downhill, I could always blame that on him, but I really rather wouldn't.
[QUOTE=phill977;18971353]A friend of mine corrected the history teacher by going.
Teacher: 'Two days later, they bombed the other city'
Friend: 'Miss, it says 5 days on the sheet you gave us'
Teacher: 'So you think you are the teacher now?'
Friend: 'No, i was just correcting you'
Teacher: 'Why don't you just stand up and teach the lesson *teacher sits down*'[/QUOTE]
Something similar to this, except it went a bit like this
Teacher: 'Was anyone's math test marked incorrectly?'
Guy next to me: 'Again? You've gave me 3 Crosses on a right answer again?'
She thought it was me, so it was:
Teacher: 'Why don't you teach the lesson then?'
Me: 'Okay, Today we will learn about how our teacher is a fucking imbecile'
Then i grabbed my coat, bag and book and walked home.
a mental guy said I burned something.
[QUOTE=Rick Ross;18969310]I launched windows in safe mode and the teacher sent me to the office with a refferal claiming that I had broken the computer.[/QUOTE]
my teachers are just as dumb.
Principals office for "splashing" in a puddle. I was chasing a playground ball which stopped in a large, shallow puddle. I rolled up my jeans and walked in, pick up the ball, walked out, and my 1st grade teacher called the principle and told him I was endangering the students by making the blacktop wet.
Also got in trouble for tossing a pencil to my buddy who needed one.
[QUOTE=Detective P;18973433]Some kid asked me why I had pictures of my friends on my camera, and if I was going to kill them or something. I said int he most sarcastic way possible "Ya, I'm really going to kill these people."
Next day I'm met witht he police and the principle. I'm scared shitless, have no clue what I did. They tell me about the kid telling his mom who called the school.
Being the good little boy I am (straight As, never a detention, suspension, nothing. A prefect letter, pretty much) I let them know everyhting they ask and explaint hat it was sarcasm. They proceed to go through my book bag and look at my stuff. The copy of "The Essential Karl Marx" and various doodles of Hind-D helicopters and Abrams tanks and such in one of my journals seem to make them curious. They ask me why I was taking pictures in school, I said the truth. Some of the pictures were of the school itself, like walls and rooms and such. I was planning on making a map based lightly around the school in Hammer, and using some of the design elements and actual materials as textures.
Apparently because GMod had guns in it, and I was a communist, and I had doodles of military vehicles, AND I had said that statement, I was now a suspected terrorist. Wanting to be as helpful as I could and just let them know whatever so they would sooner see this as a big misunderstanding and let me go on to my normal life, they ask me if there was anything else "Bad" about me and I told them.
I knew how to make basic napalm, which I had primarily learned from Youtube, but which the ingredients were told to the whole class by my History teacher (I didn't tell them that- he's the best teacher in the school and was already on thin ice for his teaching style and issues the last year). I was highly depressed several months before and minorly at that time. I was a Marxist who believed in peaceful reform.
They also interrogated my best friend. He told them less than I told them. Most of this was without an adult or attorney present. When my mother eventually got there after the questioning, they told her I was there because I "Had threatened to kill another student and seems to possibly be attempting to commit acts of terrorism against the school with aid of video games." What a load of bull.
Apparently this was enough for them to decide they wanted to search my home, and that I needed to see a psychologist. I was suspended for 10 days (which will be wiped off my record when I graduate) and was told that I would not be allowed to return until I saw a psychologist/therapist/councilor, etc.
At my house, they didn't find much besides my "Concerning amount of nazi images" (which is bollocks- I do have alot of Nazi walls, but in proportion to my Communist and miscellaneous other walls, they are a small percent) on my computer, my stash of hentai (which I only had temporarily and was going to be gone by the end of the week anyhow. It's not my thing), and a concerning interest in "9/11". The guy got this from one thing- I had a book report from Fahrenheit 451, which we were required to read, on my desk, which he mistook for Fahrenheit 9/11, which he obviously had no clue about.
For God's sake, I have the fucking Declaration of Independence on my wall and an American flag hanging up in my room.
Anyhow, after two psychologists, who both said I was fine, and my suspension, which was unfortunately during exam time, so I had to come in and sit in a room by myself to take the exams anyhow, I was allowed to return to school with my reputation tarnished, my record ruined, and my actions well monitored.
Also, I got a cool lawyer, who was a bad ass, and we almost sued for emotional distress, lost work time, questioning a minor without the presence of a representative adult, and false accusations. The only reason we didn't was because legally, I should have been expelled, but the principle, the one accusing me, was able to save my ass form the school board. I now jokingly have a reputation for being the scary kid who's gonna blow everyhting up. Everyone knows I'm not going to, but it's sticking and ain't going away soon.
So children,t he moral of this story is, DON'T BE SARCASTIC, EVEN IF IT'S CLEARLY SO. ALWAYS PLEAD THE FIFTH. DO NOT HELP THE POLICE QUESTIONING YOU, ONLY ANSWER QUESTIONS IF DIRECTLY ASKED, AND REFUSE TO ANSWER ANYTHING IF YOU POSSIBLY CAN. AND MAKE THEM GET A WARRANT.
[B]tl;dr[/B]
I got in trouble for sarcasm and I dug myself deeper by being helpful to the police in attempting to clear my name by being honest. Because of the dimwittedness and assumptions of the police and principle, I was suspended and have a less than flattering reputation now.[/QUOTE]
please watch this video [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wXkI4t7nuc[/media]
[QUOTE=Detective P;18973433]School trouble.[/QUOTE]
Damn, that really snowballed out of control, didn't it? I'm sorry though, I can somewhat relate to you. I have certain interests and beliefs that aren't common or accepted by society (I also have an interest in military equipment and have been known to make sketches of such), which I believe is fine, I just keep my mouth shut about political beliefs and some of my interests. I've come close to being in a situation sharing the reasons behind yours. It's amazing how ignorance and intolerance can really ruin your day over an innocent remark. Although, the school officials were doing what they believe to be their duty, it's hard to blame them. Not saying you brought this on yourself, however.
Also,
In fourth grade, I told some kid on the bus that was being an asshole to "Go suck an egg" as I got off. Well, the bus driver was a royal bitch and deaf as a fucking doornail. You can imagine how this turned out. I slipped out as I heard her call "WHO SAID THAT?" luckily. Bitch tried to close the fucking door on me too. The next day, the principal came to retrieve me, [i]personally[/i]. I thought 'oh boy I'm so screwed' being the "good" student I was. Turns out, it was just a casual talk and warning. I don't know if the principal was really as spineless as I suspected and didn't want to create a ruckus among parents or students (this was a small private school, ~80 students some years) or he secretly knew the bus driver could hardly hear.
Back in seventh grade when I had a really inexperienced teacher, I used to frequently get little warnings and other forms of bullshit trouble for questioning him when it was clear to everyone he was talking out his ass. He fucking used double negatives and he taught three grades of English. Plus, I had to go to a "Christian" school that year. And by Christian, I mean some bullshit "Seventh Day Adventist" practice that had its roots in Christianity. So that meant that any speak of even mildly violent games or other "inappropriate" material (TV shows, music, you get the idea) would result in more trouble.
When I was in kindergarten a friend of mine dared me to show my ass to a teacher...
My mom was taking me to a dentist appointment, I was playing TF2 while I waited to leave. She said
Mom: "Okay let's go" so I proceed to quit TF2, 2 seconds later. "C'MON LET'S GO ITS JUST A CHECKUP!!!!!!!!"
Me: "I'm quiting the game I'm playing!!!"
Mom: "YOUR DENTIST APPOINTMENT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A FRIGGEN VIDEO GAME!!!!"
Me: "I'M QUITTING.......I CAN'T JUST LEAVE IT RUNNING!!!"
It was a wut conversation.
[QUOTE=JJ Webby;18971790]Wow, I have no idea where you guys live but we never get that sort of shit in Britain (as far as I know).
One time in computing me and a few friends were lookinng at random funny pictures the one came on of a policeman walking past a bench with two people having sex on it. The teacher walked past, looked over, laughed then proceeded to walk away.[/QUOTE]
Reason #455 to move to Britain:
Softcore porn.
[QUOTE=killa101;18974291]My mom was taking me to a dentist appointment, I was playing TF2 while I waited to leave. She said
Mom: "Okay let's go" so I proceed to quit TF2, 2 seconds later. "C'MON LET'S GO ITS JUST A CHECKUP!!!!!!!!"
Me: "I'm quiting the game I'm playing!!!"
Mom: "YOUR DENTIST APPOINTMENT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A FRIGGEN VIDEO GAME!!!!"
Me: "I'M QUITTING.......I CAN'T JUST LEAVE IT RUNNING!!!"
It was a wut conversation.[/QUOTE]
I hate it when people do that.
They tell you to do something and then a second later they get angry because you aren't doing it, even though you are on your way to do it.
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