What is the naughtiest thing you did in your school days? (basketball, classrooms)

[TroutDude]

I goosed the Grade 10 French teacher.

[Northern Maine Land Man]

I was in a group of four who set a large galvanized garbage can upside down on top of a 70 foot flag pole. It was up there for a week. The fire department didn't have a ladder that would reach it. They tried to knock it off there with a high pressure hose, but it just spun around up there. They were going to hire a steeplejack to take it down so at midnight one night we took it back down. They still don't know who did it and that was 56 years ago.

[Fargobound]

When I was six I urinated on a tree on the playground.

I got caught and when asked why I did it I told them because it's a free country.

[Ajalvarez2]

When I saw this post, I almost blew right by it. I thought I was a pretty good kid in school. I got good grades, played lots of sports and never (or rarely) got in trouble. I didn't use drugs and I didn't get any girls pregnant so I thougt I wouldn't have anything to add. But then I started thinking...

Near the end of 5th grade - My family had just moved to a new neighborhood and I was entering my new school for the first time. It was a public school in San Diego. There were a few black kids taking everyone's milk and lunch money as they came through the gate. As I came through the gate one kid says to me, "Give me your money you beaner." And I said, "F@#k you, n@gg%r!". Unfortunately, a teacher overheard me (the old crone couldn't see these kids stealing everyone's money but I guess her hearing was fine) and I was sent to the principal's office within 5 minutes and 20 feet of stepping foot in that school. 5 minutes is still a personal best for me and I suspect not too many people can top that record. Anyways, the pricinipal yelled at me for 30 minutes about using the "N" word and then called my parents to come get me. My mom was really mad at me and took me straight to confession (we're Catholics) and made me go to mass twice on Sundays for like a month. My dad tried to act mad, but I could tell that he was secretly proud that I had stood up for myself. My mom could tell too cause she got mad at him as well.

Since the schoolyear was ending in a month or so, I was allowed to return to school the next day and quickly found that none of the thieves had gotten in trouble and they were still at the gate stealing money from the kids. They left me alone, though.

Epilogue: The principal never believed me that they were stealing money and the bullying and stealing went on all the remainder of the school year. I was always left alone. I guess no one else ever had the gonads to complain. This kid didn't get off Scott-free, though. The next year I had my revenge. He ended up on another team in my Little League. I was a pitcher and he wasn't. I drilled him with a pitch every time he batted against me. You could do that kind of stuff in those days (late 60's). I must have drilled him 4 or 5 times before he stopped showing up on days his team would play my team.

END OF PART 1

NEXT: 6th to 9th Grade - Catholic School

[ScoopLV]

Reading this thread, I'm guessing Ned Flanders from the Simpsons is the median American citizen.

I installed a remote control trigger from an RC car to my high school's fire alarm system so I could "hit the button" and cancel class whenever I wanted. I had sex in the school's photographic darkroom. And the library. And under the bleachers. And a few other places. I had the local bums buy me alcohol from the corner store and tote it to the high school campus for me. I impersonated exchange students to get out of class. I grew marijuana near the soccer field. I sent 20 pizzas (collect) to a conference on world hunger.

[LilyLady]

Originally Posted by Jo48

Catholic Girls HS back in the 60s. Our uniform skirt had to touch the ground when we knelt down. In the age of the mini skirt, this was just plain DOWDY. Other girls used to roll up their skirts at the waistband, which the Nuns always caught.

My Mom was a seamstress. She CUT the hem and sewed it so they could not tell. It looked just like it came from the uniform supplier!!!! Regret asking her to do that? Hell, NO.

How well I remember having to kneel down to have the skirt length measured to be sure the hem touched the ground. I think they wanted us to look dowdy.

[Katarina Witt]

I didn't do *too* much bad. One time in HS, the yearbook was taking club pictures. If you were in a club, you could be absent from class w/o needing an excuse or a pass. My friend and I went to get our pictures taken for something, then we just hung out there in the gym for a couple of hours. Eventually we got bored and went back to class.

[tgbwc]

Originally Posted by LilyLady

How well I remember having to kneel down to have the skirt length measured to be sure the hem touched the ground. I think they wanted us to look dowdy.

They had to do that at our public HS in the late 80s. No earrings on boys and absolutely no excess facial hair. The principal and athletic director would stand outside the building in the morning and time how long you sat in your car (there was a rule about not sitting in your car once you arrived at school). If you surpassed the time limit, they made sure you got out of your car and into the building. Once in the building you had to sit in either the cafeteria or gym bleachers (depending on your class year) until the bell rang. No PDA was allowed. Students could get into trouble holding hands in the hall. There were two sets of restrooms in the school. At one time some students were smoking in the downstairs restrooms, so those were chained and padlocked leaving open only the restrooms on the upper level near the office. Some smoking moved to the outside of the building, but the police were called on them and that seemed to stop that.

[Omatic]

I got taken out of my 4th hour class and skipped the days lesson to finish getting things set up for the school Humane Society donation/drive. I was such a rebel.

[Natsku]

Not sure what was the naughtiest. I was rather naughty in a mild way, spent a lot of time in the headmaster's office in primary school for fighting, was a bit too cheeky to teachers at times (which resulted once in having to write a letter of apology to my science teacher after muttering that I didn't like my attitude either), bunked off lessons a lot, used to unplug the cleaners' vacuums when I walked past them and got a little tipsy in food tech class on the last day of school.

My English class did once get the dubious honour of being declared the worst behaved class the OFSTED inspector had ever seen. We were quite proud of that

Oh and the stupidest 'naughty' thing was answering my friend's name on the register when she was off sick (we had a substitute teacher so he didn't realise) but then I didn't want to get her in trouble for not doing her work when she was supposedly in class so I wrote an essay for her as well as for myself in that lesson. Of course our regular teacher figured it out when she saw the handwriting.