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Well, the year is almost done. You must remember something interesting about school-that favorite teacher , your best friend, some artful pranks you can tell about years later.

chonsigirl;1314362 wrote: Well, the year is almost done. You must remember something interesting about school-that favorite teacher , your best friend, some artful pranks you can tell about years later.


lets hear your pranks first.:sneaky::yh_rotfl

Hmm, I was pretty innocent.

You all heard the story of my Chevy Nova ’64, nice car. All souped up with mags, chartreuse paint job. I was sitting in 12th grade English class, minding my own business, when the principal bursts into the room.

“You’re car is on the football field! he shouted.

“No it’s not, it’s in the parking lot.

*suspicious snickers from the boys*

“It is, and you’re going to out there right now and remove that contraption from the field¦..

As the whole class files out the door, up the hill, onto the field¦¦¦¦¦

And lo and behold, my car is on the field!

They hotwired it!

Those sneaky boys!

Revenge for years of mischief I had wrecked upon their lives.

Punishment: 3 weeks parking off campus-it was way up a big hill.

So, my sister and I just walked up the hill and hitched a ride every day. The principal even pulled over in the bus (he drove it too) on a rainy day and took us up the hill.

I threw orange peel at my geography teacher who I then met again a few years ago at my father in laws funeral, she remembered the incident and told me she was shocked as I was generally a good student

Another teacher had a nervous breakdown shortly after we pulled a prank after a load of noisy jets went overhead, one girl shouted 'everyone under the tables we're gonna be bombed' so we all got under our desks and wouldn't come out. Was funny at the time but I don't find it funny now

I remember having a wonderful English teacher that predicted that two of us in the class would finish our exams with top marks, I remember thinking oohhh she looked at me... noooo she couldn't have. Myself and another girl did come out with top marks. Passed her in the street a few weeks ago, she's really pleased that I am now doing an English Lit degree and told me I should have done it years ago :wah:

My favourite teacher was the guy that taught us in my last year at primary, fresh out of teacher training and he was an excellent teacher. He went on to become a head of a local primary school and that is where I sent my two children to school. Sadly he's now retired but the first years my children spent at his school were wonderful, it was a friendly place and the children came first every time. Every day he went into the classrooms and interacted with everyone, all the little ones loved to run and attempt to give him hugs, they'd spend every assembly undoing his laces or ripping the velcro accross his shoes again and again and giggling at the noise. Yet, as informal as he was, the whole school also gave him the utmost respect.

chonsigirl;1314375 wrote: Hmm, I was pretty innocent.

You all heard the story of my Chevy Nova ’64, nice car. All souped up with mags, chartreuse paint job. I was sitting in 12th grade English class, minding my own business, when the principal bursts into the room.

“You’re car is on the football field! he shouted.

“No it’s not, it’s in the parking lot.

*suspicious snickers from the boys*

“It is, and you’re going to out there right now and remove that contraption from the field¦..

As the whole class files out the door, up the hill, onto the field¦¦¦¦¦

And lo and behold, my car is on the field!

They hotwired it!

Those sneaky boys!

Revenge for years of mischief I had wrecked upon their lives.

Punishment: 3 weeks parking off campus-it was way up a big hill.

So, my sister and I just walked up the hill and hitched a ride every day. The principal even pulled over in the bus (he drove it too) on a rainy day and took us up the hill.


nasty nasty boys!:sneaky::yh_rotfl

guess the old principal felt guilty!:wah:

She was my 8th grade English Teacher and a spinster that lived in a two story Victorian home with her aging father and many rooms filled with antiques. She knew that I lived in not the best part of town with my mother and she hired me to dust, clean and vacuum, polish silver, wash her car etc. and paid me $1.00 per hour. She was a super lady but a bit eccentric. She kept a pet rooster in one of the bathrooms that made it's nest in the bathtub and yes, I cleaned the bathtub. Cleaning out her basement one Saturday, I found a wooden case with 24 small jars of Beluga Caviar. I had heard of caviar but had never tried it. I opened one of the jars and scooped out some of the eggs on my finger and licked my finger. Terrible, it was like eating a handful of salt. She was a good teacher and somehow her first name of Gladys seemed to fit her to a tee. I dropped by to see her periodically when I came back from Korea, after finishing college and when I go married. She lived to be 94 and I attended her funeral.

Lon;1314393 wrote: She was my 8th grade English Teacher and a spinster that lived in a two story Victorian home with her aging father and many rooms filled with antiques. She knew that I lived in not the best part of town with my mother and she hired me to dust, clean and vacuum, polish silver, wash her car etc. and paid me $1.00 per hour. She was a super lady but a bit eccentric. She kept a pet rooster in one of the bathrooms that made it's nest in the bathtub and yes, I cleaned the bathtub. Cleaning out her basement one Saturday, I found a wooden case with 24 small jars of Beluga Caviar. I had heard of caviar but had never tried it. I opened one of the jars and scooped out some of the eggs on my finger and licked my finger. Terrible, it was like eating a handful of salt. She was a good teacher and somehow her first name of Gladys seemed to fit her to a tee. I dropped by to see her periodically when I came back from Korea, after finishing college and when I go married. She lived to be 94 and I attended her funeral.


Nice story, Lon.

My 1st suspension came in the 3rd grade. Shall I continue?

School was never a favorite time of my life. I had to survive the Catholic school system of the '40's through the 50's. The nuns would slap the snot outa ya just for fun.

Once, a cap bomb rolled off my desk and exploded when it hit the floor during a class. I was given a detention to serve after school. At dismissal, the nun stood in the doorway as the class filed out. I fled via an open window. She doubled my detention. Next afternoon, 15 minutes before dismissal I ask to go to the restroom, which was in the basement of the old brick building. I hied out a basement door onto the playground and away. Doubled detention again.

Next day at dismissal, nun stood beside my desk to make sure I didn't excape. After everyone was gone, nun told me to take all the blackboard erasers outside and clean them. Was she kidding? I threw them on the ground and was outa there.

I wound up having to stay in the classroom over the noon hour for awhile.

hoppy;1314490 wrote: School was never a favorite time of my life. I had to survive the Catholic school system of the '40's through the 50's. The nuns would slap the snot outa ya just for fun.

Once, a cap bomb rolled off my desk and exploded when it hit the floor during a class. I was given a detention to serve after school. At dismissal, the nun stood in the doorway as the class filed out. I fled via an open window. She doubled my detention. Next afternoon, 15 minutes before dismissal I ask to go to the restroom, which was in the basement of the old brick building. I hied out a basement door onto the playground and away. Doubled detention again.

Next day at dismissal, nun stood beside my desk to make sure I didn't excape. After everyone was gone, nun told me to take all the blackboard erasers outside and clean them. Was she kidding? I threw them on the ground and was outa there.

I wound up having to stay in the classroom over the noon hour for awhile.


oh my hoppy, those nuns were just nasty.

I guess I had comin all the slappin 'round I got. While in high school, some friends and I arrived at school a bit too early one morning. The janitor was there and one door was unlocked so we wandered in rather than stand out in the cold. We were on our way to the gym to shoot baskets. Passing the home ec room, we found the door unlocked so we stopped in to check the refridgerators for any snacks. No snacks but, a bottle of communion wine was, since our school had a chapel. You don't wanna hear the rest.

hoppy;1314504 wrote: I guess I had comin all the slappin 'round I got. While in high school, some friends and I arrived at school a bit too early one morning. The janitor was there and one door was unlocked so we wandered in rather than stand out in the cold. We were on our way to the gym to shoot baskets. Passing the home ec room, we found the door unlocked so we stopped in to check the refridgerators for any snacks. No snacks but, a bottle of communion wine was, since our school had a chapel. You don't wanna hear the rest.


ahhhhhhhh so the truth comes out!:yh_rotfl