What are the worst things you have done at School?

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got a teaching assistant fired from her job

I made trouble in class so I’d get thrown out of the classroom. Why? I preferred to be in the corridor.

In fifth grade me and a boy intentionally got a younger boy in trouble. He was a real head case. The fifth graders were responsible for monitoring the school corridors during recess. No one was allowed to stay inside. That was how we got in touch with that boy, who was 2 or 3 years younger than us. He was by the window and we told him he had to go out. He tried to attack us, ran at us and screamed like crazy. After a couple of times we were pretty fed up with him. When we saw him at recess later (I guess someone managed to kick him out), we gave him a look and he was all in our face again. We set him up. I passed him and said ‘hi’ to him (anything was enough to set him off) and if that didn’t work, I’d resort to name calling. ‘Hi’ was usually all it took. He would go ballistic and run after me trying to hit and kick and while I got him going, my classmate notified a teacher that the boy was after me. It was made worse of course for him to go after a girl.

In fifth grade a boy in my class made a joke about me. It wasn’t anything mean, we were just kidding about. I jumped up and chased him (you know, the normal chasing game, nothing serious) and grabbed him. I swung him around and meant to let go without anything bad happening, but then he thrashed about and I lost my grip on him. The boy rammed his forehead into a table. I was shocked. Nothing like that was ever meant to happen, and I was so scared. I sat quietly back in my seat while my teacher ran to the boy. I was so scared he was really injured. I wanted to apologize but I never found the courage to. I felt so bad about what happened.

I wrote dumb remarks in the religion book we used.

I filled a girl’s tuque with snow and kicked it. It actually landed on the lower part of the roof!

In sixth grade a boy I liked a lot (not romantically) and I were playing in the corridor, play fighting and having great fun. Then I shoved him and meant to show him against the wall, but I was so into our game that I didn’t see the fuse box and unintentionally shoved him into it so he hurt the back of his head. I was so shocked I just gaped. He rubbed his head and said he’d take me, then he ran off. We had home economics that day, which meant half the class had to be in school and make food, while the other half was let out. There wasn’t room for the entire class. We were on different sides so I didn’t see him that day after the accident. Next day was a Friday and he wasn’t there. I was really worried. What if he was badly injured? Maybe he had to go to hospital? Maybe he was…. I was so afraid. The weekend was very slow, and I guess you can understand my relief when I got to school Monday and saw him standing there. Thankfully I’m not a hugger, or I would have embarrassed us both! I ran up to him and told him how sorry I was. He just laughed, and we started teasing another boy in our class.
This and the other boy who got injured are the only things I did I was/am sorry about of what I did in school.

I wrote on my desk with permanent marker.

In 8th grade in wood shop class, a boy in my class found two poles (probably meant to become a long-handed broom or something like that) and the two of us began fencing using the poles as bo staffs. It was great fun! Just about everyone in class watched us at some point and cheered us on. Then one of the poles broke and we returned to the tasks we were supposed to do. When the teacher found the remains of the pole, she asked who had destroyed it. No-one said anything. She went on to saying that we wouldn’t be allowed to leave for recess until someone confessed. Seeing as I wasn’t popular I was certain that someone would say something. No-one did. So that’s a good memory for the great “fight” and for the fact that no-one ratted on us.

Stole a ruler.

I threw a boy’s pencil case out the window. (Never thought I’d hit!)

I skipped a lot of classes. There was a lot of homework I didn't do. Some because I couldn't (problems with the subject), some because I couldn't be bothered.

I remembered some more:

There was a boy I took his tuque to make him come after me. Why? Because when he did, he held his head in a certain way and I liked how that looked. He made me think of a rhino I've always liked rhinos.
Likewise in junior high I would sometimes shoot tuber bits at one boy because when he turned around, he always blushed. He very easily blushed, and I thought he looked cute when did.

When I was 12 I was having a row with a girl in my parallel class. We got to the “your mother” phase and she said something about my mother, and I retorted with a “your mother” and was interrupted by the other girl: “My mother died when I was little!”
As I said we were having a row and all that mattered was to score points and I said with a snicker: “yeah, one look at you and she committed suicide?”
At the time I didn’t realize how it must have affected her. But then again, she did start the "yo' mama" insults and knew it would be returned, so it could be argued that it was a set up.

Being in a foul mood I threw the classroom door open and it hit the wall, making a hole in it.

Some mischievous ones:
In the last high school I went to: We were left alone for a lesson without anything to do but writing reports. Needless to say, we soon started doing other things. We had squirt bottles in the lab and we had a water fight. When we tired of that, someone came up with the bright idea to use the lab gloves as water balloons (they were clean) and throw them on people on the street! We did. Yeah, I was in my 20’s and yeah I had as much fun as the teens, lol

In the same high school I mentioned above: We were having an outdoors PE class in winter, and on our way to the hill where we were to go sledding, we started pelting each other with snowballs. That was fun. Then the teacher stepped in and stopped us. When she went, I got the desire to try to throw a snowball in an open window in a block nearby, cheered on by the same two girls. But my first attempts failed and the teacher was near paranoid, patrolling us like crazy, so I had to give it up.

Not in school, but on the way home from school:
When I went home from elementary school I always crossed a bridge over a small quiet road. When I was 11 I started to enjoy throwing pebbles at cars driving under the bridge, along with some younger boys who came home at the same time as me. I don’t know why I liked it so much, I liked cars... Sometimes people would make fists at us, which we of course thought was hilarious. One day we threw pebbles at a car, the driver stopped and got out. He was an obese man in his 40’s or 50’s I guess. He stared angrily at us which of course made us laugh. There was a very steep grassy hill from the road and up to where the bridge ended. The man started to hurry up the hill, but he didn’t even get half the way before he had to stop and breathe hard, face all red. We were all laughing so much by then, and some of the boys called him names. He stood there red-faced and pissed off and I thought watching him was hilarious, but I also stared in disbelief. This man was obviously in very poor shape yet he tried to run up this very steep hill. Even if had had the stamina to get up there, we’d be long gone by the time he did. I couldn’t believe that an adult could act so undignified and foolish, making an ass of himself like that. I thought that if he had had anything close to brains he’d have driven around and cut us off from the high end of the bridge. That way he’d be nearly guaranteed to catch some of us. Instead he did that, and accomplished nothing but mockery.

Released a snake into the classroom

The doorknob to the library fell off into my hand and instead of putting it back on, I kept it. I might even still have it at home somewhere.

played Runescape in detention.

I killed the corporal beast at school.

In preschool I couldn't be still during nap time so I was put out into the hall with my cot. I was bored and found a piece of chalk on the floor and drew all over the cot with it.

When I was in elementary I tattled on other kids.

I acted like a smart-ass because I had explanations for everything I did or was accused of, I answered rhetorical questions & I questioned things I shouldn't of.

I sometimes attempted very lamely to defend myself when I was bullied.

I sometimes pretended I was sick when I wasn't so I didn't have to go to school.

I sometimes talked too much or talked to myself or made weird noises.

I was not a troublemaker or problem for others thou I was thought to be one till I switched schools in middle of 6th grade because of bullying & teachers & principles not being aware of or caring about my Aspie issues & other disabilities & learning problems.

In elementary school we weren't allowed to leave the school area at all. In 5th grade there were a couple of times when me and another girl would climb out the window from the locker room to the path behind our school with the teacher yelling at us. We'd run around the school building and enter the school yard where the recess was about to start.

Sometimes I'd try to hide inside the school building when I didn't wanna go out at recess but I was almost always found. Sometimes I went behind the school and sat on a gravel box when I wanted to be left alone. The 5th grade monitors knocked on the window, I turned to look and then ignored them, lol

Also in fifth grade a girl in my class and I climbed up on the roof above a cellar door and sat there until a teacher came by and told us to come down. I was in the phase where I thoroughly enjoyed having "in your face" attitude, and said mockingly: "What are you gonna do, send us to the principal?"
"Yes," said the teacher- I wanted to make a snappy remark about how much that "scared" me, but my classmate pulled on me and whispered "come on". That made more impact of course.

There was a girl in my class who saw a lot more bullying than I ever did. She pronounced 'r' differently, she had curly hair, she once had lice. She was the girl whose tuque I filed with snow as I mentioned earlier in this thread.
In fifth grade we played with skipping rope. Once another girl whispered to me that I should swing the rope in such a way that the girl mentioned above would fail. And I did.
In sixth grade she was once chased by a group from our class yelling "baaah!" and "sheep!". I laughed and yelled "Baah!" too and ran with them some meters.
Those instances gave me an insight in what it's like to be on the other side of it. I didn't think anything of it then but in retrospect it has helped me come to terms with my own bad memories (yes, I know that might sound hypocritical), because I know what that felt like, and I know I wasn't always so innocent myself.I can't claim I didn't know what I did, I did know.

In junior high we had a substitute once who was only just older than us. I wasn't in the mood to do the task so I started mocking her instead, but no one else joined in and one of my classmates said to knock it off. Funny how that substitute could have screamed herself blue without me caring but one word from a peer made it undesirable.

In junior high I stole notebooks from the cabinet in the classroom. We were only supposed to take one if we needed one for a subject but I brought some home to write my stories in.

I talked to the playground supervisors and asked them personal questions about their weight, teeth and accents.

one sports day we had portaloos on the field.

We trapped some guy inside one and tipped it over......
he ended up covered in poop

My parents got a letter about it but just laughed

My teachers never said a word to me or the head master, probably because it was out of character for me.


The best thing that happened to me was in junior school.

I had enough of being bulllied and punched the guy and broke his glasses.

The teacher told me off and then said he was glad I finally stuck up for myself

I was so proud of that moment, It's not often I've had someone praise me

- Hopped out of the window in Art lesson.
- Broke a random kid's giasses.
-Twisted the arm of a bully [this one was awesome.].
- Went into the janitor's room and screamed out, saying there was a dead body. Nobody dared to walk into that room again.
- Farted loudly when a girl I disliked was making a presentation.

- Threw a paper airplane right onto the vice principal's head.
- Put a needle on a guy's seat on 1st of April.
- Secretly ordered pizza and had awesome pizza parties, twice this year.
- Kicked the Grand Bully's a** when 7 years old.
- Delivered a fake BSOD to every single computer on a shared network.
- Rickrolled teachers about 6 times this year.
Need I say more?

In first grade, I tried to steal a book from school just because I wanted it.

In second grade, I broke a classmate's toy that she got from Disney World.

In third grade, I put a dandelion in my teacher's drink and got in trouble for it.

In fifth grade, I got suspended for slapping my teacher so hard, she had a red mark on part of her face.

In seventh grade, I noticed a classmate throwing up and complained to the teacher, asking why he hasn't been sent home. She explained he has leukemia, and said I shouldn't have been rude about it. I was not being rude, I just wanted to know. At least a month later, he died. I'm not sure if this qualified as a bad thing I did, but this laid very heavily on my conscience, as I never met anyone with leukemia before until that point, and I have doubts that his parents will forgive me after what I said.