Whats the WORST thing you ever got in trouble at school for?

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  1. MojoToto

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    Bathroom? suggests there are public loos with bathtubs Restroom suggests they are places to take a nap or take a break from physical or mental exertion ( I think I would prefer down time in somewhere nobody is pissing or shitting ) -
     
  2. princess peedge

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    Yeah, restroom sounds like break room which is where you take a break at work.

    Our puritanical language is weird.

    I tend to just say I'm going tinks or going poo
     
  3. Joshualooking2

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    Nothing to crazy just fights
     
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  4. GregS

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    I'm not sure how the hell I was able to graduate on time. I was a complete ass back then. I graduated high school in 1969. One friend was put in juvie when they found some of the explosives we had made. The idiot had stored some in his locker. The police had come looking for it when our other friend had put some under a teacher's car. It didn't do any damage, just scared her so bad she pissed herself.

    My main problem was I was bored out of my mind so I had to do other things to stay awake. My IQ tested out above 160. My ACT scores were 30 for math and science which was as high as they could be. I was terribly disrespectful to the teachers and administrators. I spent many hours in the principals office. He would star off with "Greg what have you done now." I would usually respond "Well Bob it was like ..."

    I was also small and one guy, Steve, loved to bully me. At that time telling someone that you were being bullied didn't matter. I finally got tired of his shit so one day I hid at a corner of the hallways. When he got there I used both hands to swing my book into his head. He managed to partially block it but he still got knocked on his ass. He got up threatening to knock the shit out of me and do it every day. I simply replied go ahead and every day sometime, somewhere between the first and last bell I'll do just like I just did. He never bothered me again.

    In college I was not nearly as bored but still did things I could have been expelled for. Had a grand master key for the science building so did a lot of late night experiments. Fulminated mercury is absolutely awesome. Long story about that. I never told anyone how I got that key. That's another secret I will take to my grave.

    I got interested in computers then. Our computer was housed in a large room with it's own 3 ton ac unit. Desktop units would be around for 5 years. It used Fortran language. It had a dial up madem and some of the phone systems had human operators who would sometimes disconnect you because they heard the static and thought it was a bad connection. As a side note the first desktop I used was in 1975 and it had 64k operating system. My phone that I'm using has way more capacity. It's amazing how far we've come.

    Come grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.

    Yes I rambled. It's my privilege. I'm old.
     
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  5. Toker

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    If by "school" you include grad school.... It was more for something I didn't do, rather than something I did.

    I had a class where we were supposed to present a project proposal or some such with a partner.

    We didn't get to choose our partners and already we're third week into semester and I don't like the class, the prof and the assignment so I wait for another team to present their project.

    I hadn't even met my partner to discuss the project yet. So the first day the reports are due, the prof calls on me first to start our presentation.

    At this point I only have some ideas, a basic outline. I look at it, I see there's not enough to fake it, I look at my partner, who suddenly says he has to go, and promptly walks out.

    I'm stunned! I look at the prof who seems to be in on this, so I say I need my partner for the presentation. So I get up, walk down the hall to to the bathroom. He's in there, just waiting. He sees me and freaks out. He wasn't expecting me to show up.

    At this point, it's clear they wanted to fuck me over at profs urging. So I left the class, the building, the program, the University, the city and the state.

    Id had enough academic bullshit. Time to move to Hawaii and live on a beach... Which I did.
     
  6. MeAgain

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    I thought of this yesterday as I was digging a ditch.

    In the old days only men drove school buses as they didn't have power steering or synchronmesh transmissions.
    Now we had one driver who would always "mash" the gears causing a grinding sound as he tried to get into a certain gear.
    He also had big lips, so when the gears would grind someone wold start chanting "Wax Lips grind me a pound".
    He didn't like that so of course, so someone would always shout it out.
    We had a bunch or characters that rode on our route and bullying was constant.
    One of the girls carried a switchblade which she'd pull out every now and then to banish around and some of the boys would try and make someone cry "uncle". Or someone would open the emergency door while we were going down the highway. Stuff like that was common.
    It would get so bad that on a number of occasions, on the trip home, the driver would turn the bus around and head back to the school so the head of transportation could get on the bus and yell at us for being idiots.

    But my cousin and his buddy were the worse offenders.
    One winter when the bus would stop to drop someone off at their house they would pass a hat out one of the back windows and one of the boys that just got off would fill it with snow and pass it back in before the bus started to move again.

    Then when the driver wasn't looking through his mirror they'd throw snow balls at the back of his head...while he was driving.
    That would make him very mad.
    This went on for a few days and he could never figure out who was throwing those snowballs.

    Finally he had enough and when going down the highway he suddenly swung onto the berm hitting a tree and breaking a window.
    He stopped the bus, got off, and left.
    We never saw him again so we got off and walked home.
     
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