skada

Remember those school days when you were plump, cute and NauGHtY ?

How much naughty you were ? Got detentions, expulsions, letters to parents?

For me:
-Had ink-drinking competition
-Yelled 'Bingo' whenever History teacher turned her back
-wax polished the floors so that 6th graders would fell like hell. (6 hits )
-stole footballs from Sports department and piled them up in Chem lab
-Broke almost every test-tube in Labs
-Entire class Used to laugh delebrately for 1 minute for every comment made by maths teacher= detention for 2 days

::more l8r

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Unicase

Holy crap. You're one hell of a naughty kid back then. I wouldn't make it into this category though. I think my actions back then was more delinquent like than naughty. Here's my small list on that.

- trip some people as they passed by
- get into a fight at least once a week (teachers had no control over that)
- stacking competition (man we had more than 10 people involved in that)
- GUMNUT WARS!!! HOOHAH!!! (everyone was involved. Imagine the detention everyone had. XP)
- Walk out of the classroom with the teacher facing towards me (that's right)
- Dance my way out of the classroom with everyone by doing the 'Conga' (you can't imagine how much trouble that got me in. Got 2 class going before I got screwed)
- Help my friend get to the announcement room to do air guitar stunts on air while putting loud music to back our debut up (Don't ask what happened afterwards)
- Stick a classic 'Kick me' on several people and note it was written on A4 sheet
- Stick a 'bite me' on several people and same size as above
- Follow and did the dare to go in and out the girls toilet without getting caught (must do in lunch time)
- Hug a girl from the back (well it seemed innocent enough)

Well that was a small list too me. Too many memories for my little kiddy past time. XP

mixedmedia

I got paddled once for skipping detention. I was 13 years old and wearing very tight jeans, and I often wonder (now that I'm grown) what the VP was thinking while he was standing behind me paddling my plump adolescent ass while I was bent over a desk.

Otherwise that was it. I was a very good girl...at least at school I was.

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ShaniFaye

I gave blow jobs in the boys bathroom

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Why , oh God, why you were not in my school ???

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TotalMILF

I skipped class constantly sophomore year, made out in practice rooms, used the band teacher's signature stamp to make myself several dozen hall passes, had sex several times during a band trip to NYC.

I was pretty good compared to most of you!

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maleficent

1. Was on restriction for something and snuck out of the house at age 15 to go into NYC (was living in Connecticut atthe time) to go to a Grateful Dead show. Broke my ankle on my way back into the house (confessed the true nature of the injury to my parents about 20 years later - and I think they were seriously considering grounding me again...
2. Just to get my hand slapped wtih a ruler often for being mouthy to the nuns.
3. Put hair removal creme in a very very irritating college roommates hair gel bottle...
4. Ben Gay in the swimsuits of the boys swim team
5. In College, when people were in showers, take everything except maybe a wash cloth and wait for the hilarity to ensue when they try to figure out how to get back to their room which wass genereally attheother end of the hall

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mixedmedia

Well, if we're going to talk about naughty things we did outside of school, then I might have to write a book, lol.

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jewels

All of the above. The public school system didn't want me back. The second year of private school I was expelled.

I was a baaaad girl.

Eweser

I was a fairly good girl in school.
- paddled for cussing at recess in the third grade.
- detention for playing dodgeball in the boys' dressing room in fifth grade (I don't think my parents know about that one)

I transferred to a new school in 8th grade. I got a lot of detentions for talking in class (it was an extremely boring class!), but that was about it in Jr. high and high school. I was usually too busy to get in to much trouble.

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shakran

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Redlemon

I was a goodie-two-shoes. I was sent to the principal's office once, I think 8th grade, for arguing with a teacher that a programming question on an exam was vague, and that my answer was equally correct. I still think I was justified.

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ngdawg

I was so good, it was disgusting.

I got called into the principal's office 3 times in 8th grade, twice for dresscode violations(dress too short, shirttails out and sandals) and once for using the word "shit" in a short story for English class.(got an A, though, on it).

Got caught smoking in 9th grade in the girl's room...

Dad always caught me in lies, so I didn't do much to cross him.

MzNadia

Wow. I was an angel.

Got a swat for saying "Fuck you" to a dude in Algebra.

Jinn

I didn't do anything. I was always the teacher's pet.

EDIT: Actually, now that I think about it.. there was that time I got kicked off the school bus for shooting staples at people.

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abaya

I think a teacher scolded me in class once for talking to my neighbor. That was about it.

Not that my high school students believed me when I told them that, 7 years later... they apparently thought I was having crack-smoking orgies every night, banging the whole football team, when I was in high school. I let them have their fantasies.

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Willravel

Back in my more evil high school prank years:

- I put a pickup truck in a tree. Not by myself, of course, but I helped to make the pulley system and organized the football team. I've probably still got pics somewhere. It took 2 months to plan. This will require some explaining. Every football team seems to have a jerk. The guy who might be gay and not know it yet or the guy who has father issues. Regardless, they take their frustrations out on others. You try to be patient with them, but eventually ever last nerve has been on and it's time. This particular jackass was the proud owner of a tiny little Dakota (probably a 1995 or 1996). Stock thing, but he was proud of it to no end. After a particularly bad incodent involving a freshman and what I can only describe as the most cliche jock/nerd spectacle in history, I decided it was time to teach the guy a lesson. Nothing particularly damaging or cruel, but something that would shock him a bit. I had some experience with car pranks in the past, but I wanted to do something amazing.

My first thought was to try and get it on the ceiling of the gym. I'd seen it on some show when I was younger and always wanted to try it. I did some math, though, and realized that not only would it be VERY (read: prohibitively) expensive to get the thing up there, but the roof was almost certainly not strong enough. I had to then find another tall location to put the truck. Bleachers were out because the car wouldn't be supported either. I really wanted to put it in the girl's locker room, but the angle of entry made it impossible without having to move it down the hallway right in front of the gym teacher's lounge, which was always occupied.

There was a particularly old and large tree in the front of the school, which stood out because most of the other trees around the school were only maybe 12 years old and weren't well developed yet. It was a pine that happened to be very, very large, and that wasn't cared for when it was a sapling with regular pruning. It's base was very large, maybe 6 feet in diameter or more. Anyway, two of the lowest branches were almost on the ground and had large pieces of cement put under them in case their weight and distance to the ground would eventually make them snap. Kids regularly hung on the tree waiting for rides and such. 3 of the branches were almost right in a row and were about 3-4 feet apart at about 3 feet from the tree, which I believed to be perfect. I had someone nab his keys from his backpack in 1st period Bio, but she was caught. We tried again the following friday and managed to get them. I propped up some 6x4s I had and we drove it up into the branches so that the tires were left hanging. I made sure that we had like a dozen burlap sacks on each branch so we could avoid doing much damage.

Voilas. Pickup in tree. Yes, it was only maybe 2-3 feet off the ground, but it was a fantastic surprise.

- Banana peel in the air box of the principal. I had several really great principals when I was younger, but one was a complete tool to the over-concerned parents. He woke up in the morning worried about a lawsuit and went to bed thinking about cutting another music or art program. Anyway, a friend of mine came up with the idea of pulling a prank (I really didn't care at the time, frankly, but whatever it's high school). His idea was to cover the man's car in bologna. I asked him if he knew how much it would take to cover his car and how much it would cost to get it covered. More realistic is to pull something smaller but with equal devastation. Call it prank efficiency. My idea was to put some orange peel in his air conditioning somehow, but it would prove difficult as one would have to open up the dash to get it in there so that it would be difficult to get at. Another friend came up with the idea of the air box because he himself had some cherries from his front yard in his ("ram air", which was actually just a removed headlight leading to the airbox + crappy filter = problems) and they made a horrible smell after a short time. The problem then became the principal didn't have ghetto fabulous ram air. The tricky part, of course, would be getting the thing in there. The banana peel thing was a decision based on available munitions. I had a banana for lunch that day. Now comes the luck to end all luck: he didn't lock his car. We opened the door (sweatshirt covering hands), popped the hood, slapped it in there, closed it up, and that was that. It took the thing 3 weeks to really work the smell into the cabin where he knew something was wrong, so his window as to when it happen was too big to incriminate anyone. Fortunately for him, all one really needs to do to get rid of the smell is the remove the banana peel, clean the box, and let it run for a few weeks. Still, it was funny.

- Saran wrap on the door so that when the first person walks out, they get a big saran surprise. It has about a 45% success rate.

- Squirt guns (super soakers, usually) in the car during the summer. As we leave school, an all out assault on the bra-less. Yes, I was immature once. Very immature. Still, at least I wasn't selling drugs or something, right?

It should be noted that each of the victims deserved it, cept the saran wrap. That was just plain funny.

Halx

The kind of trouble only a nerd could get into... I was once questioned for drawing a message on the ground using cryptic symbols from an alternate alphabet. They thought it was gang writing.

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Jinn

btw skada:

"Remember those school days when you were plump, cute and NauGHtY ?"

Is a really creepy way to introduce a thread. I almost skipped it because it looked like some penis-enlargement spam. Especially the random case-dropping on naughty.

l8r

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Fly

smoking cigs and pot in the girls washroom.........

detention for the cigs....

kicked out for the pot............only for 3 days though.

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kurty[B]

My problems revolved around ditching school.

Starting from preschool...

-my brother would take me on his bike to preschool (before he went to middle school). One day I pretended to go inside the building and instead hid behind a bush and ran home and went back to bed.

-in 3rd grade I pretended like I was going to the busstop, pretended someone was yelling for my attention from down the street, and ran behind an RV and after the bus came went back home and to bed.

-got better through middle school, but would ditch class to watch the snow fall in the winter from the library or the bathroom (bathroom had better windows than the library).

-high school, ditched class just to prove I could pass with A's and B's without actually going to class. Then, would ditch and drive to Wyoming to buy fireworks, ditch and go do doughnuts on the icy roads.

-oh, when I was a freshman in high school, on the seniors last day when the seniors are joyously throwing their papers on the floor of the hallway, and cheering and screaming, I lit some paper on fire and walked away. Set off the smoke alarms, and cleared out the building for a good hour.

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snowy

I was a pretty good kid, but I did have a bitchy streak a mile wide and wasn't afraid to show it.

I punched several boys in elementary school who bothered me. One was a bully named Alex who loved to pick on the littler kids when he could catch them out in the hallway alone. I balled up my fist and aimed for his nose when he tried to bug me, knowing what was likely to come next. I promptly got sent to the principal's office, where the principal--who was friends with my parents--just laughed about it. I punched another boy in 3rd grade because he wouldn't stop pestering me--he had decided that I was going to be his girlfriend, come hell or high water. So I followed the advice my father had given me after the last punching incident: 1) Tell them to stop. 2) If they don't stop, tell someone in charge, and make it clear that if they don't do something about the situation, you're going to take it into your own hands. 3) Punch them.

I laid the kid out flat on the playground with a punch to the nose, and the recess lady just about had an apoplectic fit. Of course, I got sent to the principal's office. Same principal as before. He made me sit outside of his office while he called my mother, and all I really remember is being sent back to class, because I hadn't done anything really wrong. My mother told me some years later that Mr. Allen couldn't punish me because I reminded him too much of his wife--who had been his childhood sweetheart.

After that, I stopped punching boys. I did lift a girl up by her shirt and forcefully put her at the end of the squareball line in 4th grade, because she cut.

I used to cut class now and again in high school. I got in big trouble for cutting 2 weeks of zero period in 9th grade, which was held at the senior high school, while I was a student at the junior high normally. I disliked going to the high school for one class, and didn't really know anyone in that class at the time. So I didn't go, but it didn't last--a warm classroom, in the end, is more appealing than hanging out in cold, half-constructed houses, waiting for regular school to start.

I also skipped Algebra II a lot junior year, but that was because I was helping the colorguard to choreograph their talent show routine. All of my best friends were on colorguard, and they wanted to show the rest of the school they could dance too. It was a lot more fun than math. I did get busted for hanging out in the commons during that class with some friends by the vice-principal (again, friend of my parents), who knew I was supposed to be in math, double-checked with me that that was were I was supposed to be, and then let me go because she figured it was my decision, and the Autodialer would inform my parents anyways (Mom's typical response to the Autodialer: You skipped math again, didn't you?).

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ring

i wasn't naughty, i was militant.

i got kicked out of brownie scouts for speaking my mind.

i turned my third grade teacher into the principal after i saw her shove a fellow classmate.

ok i skipped school some...left the middle school walked down the railroad tracks to the highschool, to attend an anti-vietnam war protest.

is smoking naughty?

Esoteric

That's hot.

I almost fingered a girl in my 8th grade English class, almost got a handjob in my Social Studies class. Sadly, this is almost. In High School though I've smoked a bowl in my Horticulture class and played quarters with some students and the teacher. I used to skip my 1st and 2nd period classes all the time. I'd get picked up by my friend and we'd go to the mall and sleep in the car in the parking lot.

Other than skipping a lot I was a pretty good student.

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StanT

Hmmm,

Hitchhiking to skid row in Chicago to camp out for Led Zeppelin tickets got me suspended (and damn good seats).

As a freshman, using a one-armed shoulder throw to toss a senior bully on his face also got me suspended (I had a brown belt in judo at the time, my one and only high school fight lasted 1 punch and 1 throw).

Smoking in the boy's room had nothing to do with tobacco.

I cut class to go skiing more times than I can remember.

Bear Cub

I was an angel... at least I never got caught...

biznatch

Wow, this thread is a lot of fun.
Let's see...In middle school, we used to throw these V shaped, tightly-folded pieces of paper with a rubber band. They were really hard at the tip, and would hurt like a bitch when they went fast. We once threw at my teacher at my teacher while his back was turned, but he could never figure out who it was.

Also, we would have territory wars, with the ceilings.. for some reason it was a lot of fun. You take a square of paper, fold it by the diagonals, to get some sort of pyramid shaped thing. then you take a staple, straighten it, and put it through the tip of the pyramid. Underneath it, you attach a piece of gum, to hold the staple in place, and place weight on the tip. Then you throw it upwards at the ceiling, and the staple will made it stay (if it's that kind of cheap ceiling that there is in public schools). Whoever would have most of those in their ceiling square, without being caught, would win.

In high school, I was a pyro, and used to draw lines on the floor with spray deodorant and light them. Also, I once said I was going to the bathroom, and faked a seizure as I was walking through the door. That way my friends said, "oh he's having a seizure", and carried me out of the room. We'd spend the rest of the hour doing nothing, but it was better than nothing in a classroom.

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Hmm... This one time, the history teacher was giving a lesson, and I already knew that stuff so I kept giving more details to what she was saying. The teacher got annoyed at all my talking so she moved to the side and told me, sarcastically: "How about you teach the class since you know the material so well?". So... I went up to the blackboard, turned to the students and started lecturing. Then she got annoyed that I actually did start lecturing and sent me back to my seat.

Yeah, I was a nerd.

KellyC

God damn. You people...

Other than having absolutely piss poor grades, the worst I ever did was skipping class.

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-snorted pixie sticks on the bus once
-wrote "alotta fagina" on the attendance sheet

that's all i can think of at the moment. i unleashed most of my pre-teen angst by swearing a lot and cracking jokes

eribrav

I had to miss recess once in sixth grade because I passed gas in a rather loud fashion, which caused a general uprising in the classroom. I don't know how she knew it was me!

Charlatan

The only things I was ever sent to the office for was talking back to teachers. I have issues with unreasonable authority.

Usually this was with substitute teachers being overly "fascist" in the face of a class that was, in my estimation, not doing anything out the ordinary.

The worst was my drafting teacher. He had a problem with me not facing him while would circle the class. The drafting chairs where awkward to sit on at best let alone turning to avidly gaze as we walked the back of the room.

He barked at me that I should look at him while he is speaking. I suggested that I didn't need to look at him to hear him. He apparently didn't hear me because he asked me to repeat myself. I did. He then suggested that if I didn't like it I could leave. Thinking about the comfort of cafetorium vs. his class I took him up on his suggestion and prepared to leave. As I was just going out the door, he changed his mind. He told me to go to the office. I guess he couldn't make up his mind.

At the office, after cooling my heels for a while, I explained exactly what had happened in the class. The VP, looking a my file. Asked me again why I was there. I explained again. He shook his head and asked me how an A student with no record whatsoever was doing sitting in front of him. He just laughed and told me to get out of his office. Oh, and try to play nice with my teachers.

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Redjake

We used to go over to a friend's house quite often to play videogames, and I couldn't help but notice how fucking HOT one of our friend's mom was.....

Every time I walked by she gave me an innocent, but "come fuck me" look on her face, knowing the entire time I would never do anything and she would never do anything either

Probably 6 months after we started going over there often I saw her naked walking down the hallway to her bedroom from the bathroom, and she saw me as I saw her, so I just acted like it wasn't a big deal and went on into my friend's room

A couple of minutes later she knocked on the door of my friend's bedroom and said that my Dad had called downstairs and wanted to talk to me on the phone, so I left the room and she had her hair up, still wet from the shower, and had a towel wrapped around her still

She said the phone was in her room, and being the horny teenager I was, I followed her into the room and turned around and she had LOCKED THE DOOR!!!

She let the towel hit the floor and asked me straight up if I thought she was attractive and if she "still had it" for a 40 year old........I said "I guess so" (teenager still!!) and she came over and grabbed my dick through my pants and stuck her tongue down my throat

The rest of those 15 minutes involved her riding me like a wild mustang while trying to keep the bed from squeaking and letting my friend know from all the moaning what she was doing

As soon as it was over I felt sick like I just fucked with some eternal presence that shouldn't be fucked with, she kept saying "it's ok it's ok" like it wasn't a big deal, that actually made it WORSE for me.......I went back to the room, grabbed my wallet, and went home

3 months later she was pregnant and her husband still to do this day thinks the baby is their's........she fucked him that week on purpose just to cover any tracks, we had a blood test done and the damn fucking baby is MINE......


That's just how naughty I was.........

Just kidding. This story is bullshit, just like 50% of the other bullshit made-up stories posted in this thread so far. This thread is already rivaling the "post your SAT score" thread where it turned into "omg 1570." Anonymity is hilarity.

Worst thing I ever done in school was drive recklessly.....something most high schoolers did.....

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Redjake... most of what this thread contains is extremely tame. Why would you think that 50% is bullshit. Most of what I've read is pretty standard fare (including the blowjobs in the bathroom).

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filtherton

I knocked up redjake's mom.

Heh, just kidding.

I spent a lot of time in junior high trying to make the teachers i didn't like look dumb in front of my classmates, and was pretty good at it. I did my time in detention. I once snuck out of study hall to get high in a garage across the street from the school, which i thought was pretty audacious at the time. It wasn't anything that interesting.

I was a lucky thief, until i decided that it wasn't worth it.

In high school, all my naughtiness involved the usual combination of smoking cigarettes, premarital sex, drinking, and getting high. There was some neighborhood wide destruction of christmas decorations too.

inBOIL

I once got detention for spitting on a guy. Not my proudest moment .
I belched real loud in class, which only got me kicked out of class. And I was constantly in trouble for not doing homework.

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Zodijackyl

I was suspended for a day (which was a "Saturday Suspension", meaning I had to go to school on Saturday) in high school for reading "offensive poetry". A girl who was a complete bitch (notably lied to the police to try to get a friend arrested) was the featured reader at a poetry reading with an open mic. I read a very simple poem about her being fat then left. I was forced to write a letter of apology, which was extremely verbose and sarcastic, and a friend printed 1000 copies of it so the whole school could read it. I still have people message me on Facebook years later because they remember how hilarious the incident was.

ItWasMe

Does it count if I was never caught?

I need to make sure my mother is not a TFP member first...

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ShaniFaye

Anyone who thinks mine is BS...doesnt know me very well hehehehe

I still remember the very first time I did that.....it was during a health fair and we didnt have regular classes all afternoon

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