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PrintableThe easiest class to bunk off was art. We used to come in, register, then leave and come back at the end. The art department was huge and she thought we were in the pottery room baking our pots in the Kiln.
Love the subject but I didn't like the teacher  and when you're only 13/14... | |
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REDFEATHERS said: Once I organised a Fashion Show.
I put up posters all around the school, and said Mrs Forsythe (a well known, upstanding member of the community) was holding the fashion show and the winner would get £200 worth of designer clothes from her fashion boutique and a modelling contract. Anyway, at break and lunch times, the posters would go up, so all the school kids could see it. Before class I would take them down, with my little *helpers* helping me. The week before the show, kids were getting excited. Someone asked me if I was participating, I laughed to myself, and said hell no.. I would be too embarrased, or something like that. The day of the fashion show, everyone had to go to the school assembly hall and wait. Girls were in the toilets, brushing their hair, applying make up, covering up spots, asking each other if they were beautiful enough, pulling their stomachs in etc etc.. even the PREFECTS!!!! 
So at lunch everyone sat - I mean the whole fucking school, waiting for Mrs Forsythe to show and the competition to begin.. 
The teachers and nuns were in their staffrooms, until they heard the commotion and came out. When the girls told them about the fashion show even the TEACHERS were convinced and phoned up Mrs Forsythe asking what this was all about and how they hadnt heard of it. Mrs Forsythe had to come into the school and sort this biznizz out. With 400 disappointed school girls all plumed ready to *win* that modelling contract. It was the funniest thing I ever did..  And they NEVER found out who was behind it all
That's great! I was going to ask if you got your ass beat after that, but then I read that you were never caught. How is that possible though, that no one knew it was you? Must have been luck. "I saw a woman with major Hammer pants on the subway a few weeks ago and totally thought of you." - sextonseven | |
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One day during summer break when I was about 9, my friend and I went to our school and filled all the locks on all the entrances with superglue.  They had to change all the locks.
We REALLY didn't want to go back to school after summer was over. We thought this would delay it a bit. "I saw a woman with major Hammer pants on the subway a few weeks ago and totally thought of you." - sextonseven | |
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minneapolisgenius said:
That's great! I was going to ask if you got your ass beat after that, but then I read that you were never caught. How is that possible though, that no one knew it was you? Must have been luck. My friends and I kept  but ppl prolly thought we wanted to be models too..  | |
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REDFEATHERS said: minneapolisgenius said:
That's great! I was going to ask if you got your ass beat after that, but then I read that you were never caught. How is that possible though, that no one knew it was you? Must have been luck. My friends and I kept but ppl prolly thought we wanted to be models too.. "I saw a woman with major Hammer pants on the subway a few weeks ago and totally thought of you." - sextonseven | |
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I was a good student, honestly!
But one time...
We were painting in art class, using those big broad housepaintbrushes...when my friend dared me to mess with Willa, the girl our class picked on...not wanting to feel left out, I took the paint brush, dipped it in paint, and while it was still dripping, perfectly slid it under Willa's ass just before she sat down...SPLAT! I got the paddle that day...  Thanks for the laughs, arguments and overall enjoyment for the last umpteen years. It's time for me to retire from Prince.org and engage in the real world...lol. Above all, I appreciated the talent Prince. You were one of a kind. | |
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I belonged to da 'non-bitch-slutz' group of girlz who had potential do as we pleased...
Until one day we got banned from da school library for a week!!  We had to do a formal apology
Um, my music teacher found a piece of paper of a sketch i drew during my "homework" period..it flew outta my friend'z folder...it was a new superhero we invented... 
Me n my friendz used to write notez to eachother in Maths class!!! If they were across da room we'd make funny gesturez to eachother when we were supposed 2 be doing work! I used to make fun of this librarian who wore "Genie" like pantz...when she'd walk by...i'd get up (usually me and my friendz would be sittin at a table outside) and do this "I Dream Of Jeannie" song and dance thing..and then quickly sit downz...that amused my friendz actually 
In English class, in our final year, my cousin and I used to sit together...we'd like be non-stop giggling and cacking ourselves over thingz nobody else knew what da hell we were on about!! Our teacher called us "Da Cousinz" and every time we'd make a noise, he'd be like and then  and then he him said told us he just couldn't tell us off...it wouldn't workz!!
I was a bit of a clown really, no real serious trouble...just a whole load of psychotically funny incidentz... No hablo espanol,no! 
Pero hablo ingles..ssii muy muy bien...
 "Come into my world..."
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In singing lessons, we would all sing in the hall, while Mr Birch, the teacher played the piano. We had a tiny bouncy ball, that we would throw bounce really hard on the floor, and it would jump in the air and hit the ceiling and bounce, bounce, bounce.. It made Mr Birch look up and lose his concentration when playing but we would catch the ball by then, so he would think it was a figment of his imagination, he would get all embarrased and couldnt play properly.. when he did start the piano again, we would bounce the little ball again 
We had to sing a song, called MacAvity the Mystery Cat.. and there was a line of the song that goes like this.. he sits, and sits and sits and sits.... but we would sing.. he shits and shits and shits and shits..
Our music teacher would go ballistic with us | |
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i have a boring one
i used to write obscene messages on the black board.... we used to have the type that rolled round so i would write either a nasty comment about the girl who constantly bullied me (she started it) or i would write somthing really naughty and rude then turn the black board right round and wait for the teacher to turn the black board round to where i had wrote my message..... i got caught out though i am terrible at spelling (incase you hadn't noticed) and i used to do this alot in english cause my english teacher was so laid back.... i even remember the message i wrote and why i got caught patrica never gets the boys cause she is obbsessed with battory powered toys and i spelled obsessed with two b's and i had just got it wrong in a spelling test. i can't believe i went to the trouble to disguise my hand writing and everything and he picks me out on my spelling.  | |
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podiumdancer said: i have a boring one
i used to write obscene messages on the black board.... we used to have the type that rolled round so i would write either a nasty comment about the girl who constantly bullied me (she started it) or i would write somthing really naughty and rude then turn the black board right round and wait for the teacher to turn the black board round to where i had wrote my message..... i got caught out though i am terrible at spelling (incase you hadn't noticed) and i used to do this alot in english cause my english teacher was so laid back.... i even remember the message i wrote and why i got caught patrica never gets the boys cause she is obbsessed with battory powered toys and i spelled obsessed with two b's and i had just got it wrong in a spelling test. i can't believe i went to the trouble to disguise my hand writing and everything and he picks me out on my spelling.  Thats sooo cute!!!
We had one of those blackboards but we used to balance loads of chalk on the rim, so when the teacher, pulled it down all the chalk would fall on her | |
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When I was 17 and in 1st year of 6th form I dated a newbie fresh out of teacher training college PE teacher called Sam. Oh my was she fit and supple.....if that trampoline could tell stories. | |
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REDFEATHERS said: podiumdancer said: i have a boring one
i used to write obscene messages on the black board.... we used to have the type that rolled round so i would write either a nasty comment about the girl who constantly bullied me (she started it) or i would write somthing really naughty and rude then turn the black board right round and wait for the teacher to turn the black board round to where i had wrote my message..... i got caught out though i am terrible at spelling (incase you hadn't noticed) and i used to do this alot in english cause my english teacher was so laid back.... i even remember the message i wrote and why i got caught patrica never gets the boys cause she is obbsessed with battory powered toys and i spelled obsessed with two b's and i had just got it wrong in a spelling test. i can't believe i went to the trouble to disguise my hand writing and everything and he picks me out on my spelling. Thats sooo cute!!!
We had one of those blackboards but we used to balance loads of chalk on the rim, so when the teacher, pulled it down all the chalk would fall on her
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I once had a substitute in my English class, and decided I'd play a little prank on her.
So I took some rulers and opened up the overhead projector and put them on top of the bulb-thinking it'd just make things blurry, she'd spend forever trying to fix it-and we'd get a free day of chaos. Well-what I didn't seem to notice is that the rulers I put on the bulb were wooden, and the bulb gets very, very hot. So she turns it on-and it starts a fire. Smoke starts flowing out of the overhead-people are freaking out, I'm sitting there going "Well, this plan didn't quite work, now did it?" and all she can do is lift up the overhead to see flames start coming up. Someone grabs the fire extinguisher and things settle down (a slight slight bit), and we take our seats while we wait for the Assistant Principal (pretty much straight out of Breakfast Club btw)-to come and find the horrible individual that started this pyromania. Well he comes in, ranting about it being "arson" and doing everything but having the soapbox itself. I decide it's best I tell him before he finds out (I was nervous) and he gives me PASS-which is like detention for the truly delinquent. My family and friends still tease me about that to this day sometimes. | |
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subhuman09 said: I once had a substitute in my English class, and decided I'd play a little prank on her.
So I took some rulers and opened up the overhead projector and put them on top of the bulb-thinking it'd just make things blurry, she'd spend forever trying to fix it-and we'd get a free day of chaos. Well-what I didn't seem to notice is that the rulers I put on the bulb were wooden, and the bulb gets very, very hot. So she turns it on-and it starts a fire. Smoke starts flowing out of the overhead-people are freaking out, I'm sitting there going "Well, this plan didn't quite work, now did it?" and all she can do is lift up the overhead to see flames start coming up. Someone grabs the fire extinguisher and things settle down (a slight slight bit), and we take our seats while we wait for the Assistant Principal (pretty much straight out of Breakfast Club btw)-to come and find the horrible individual that started this pyromania. Well he comes in, ranting about it being "arson" and doing everything but having the soapbox itself. I decide it's best I tell him before he finds out (I was nervous) and he gives me PASS-which is like detention for the truly delinquent. My family and friends still tease me about that to this day sometimes. 
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lollyp0p said: subhuman09 said: I once had a substitute in my English class, and decided I'd play a little prank on her.
So I took some rulers and opened up the overhead projector and put them on top of the bulb-thinking it'd just make things blurry, she'd spend forever trying to fix it-and we'd get a free day of chaos. Well-what I didn't seem to notice is that the rulers I put on the bulb were wooden, and the bulb gets very, very hot. So she turns it on-and it starts a fire. Smoke starts flowing out of the overhead-people are freaking out, I'm sitting there going "Well, this plan didn't quite work, now did it?" and all she can do is lift up the overhead to see flames start coming up. Someone grabs the fire extinguisher and things settle down (a slight slight bit), and we take our seats while we wait for the Assistant Principal (pretty much straight out of Breakfast Club btw)-to come and find the horrible individual that started this pyromania. Well he comes in, ranting about it being "arson" and doing everything but having the soapbox itself. I decide it's best I tell him before he finds out (I was nervous) and he gives me PASS-which is like detention for the truly delinquent. My family and friends still tease me about that to this day sometimes.
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Our German teacher Mrs Young was an Oxfam junkie, honestly the colothes she wore, were outta this world.
Horrible tweed suits in bright greens etc. She wore Jesus sandals and her big toe was sooo long it used to fold over the edge of the sadnal 
She also had a deformed finger which got trapped in a mangle, many years ago. She was kinda nice, but really soft.
In German class she held up her jacket and said to the class.. Was ist das? Das ist ein Jacke (pronounced yacke) So then we had to join in. 
Again she pointed to her jacket and said: Was ist das?? Where we would answer, but when we replied the whole class said Das ist ein Yucky Jacke!!
She was sooo embarrased... we were soo mean.. | |
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mdiver said: When I was 17 and in 1st year of 6th form I dated a newbie fresh out of teacher training college PE teacher called Sam. Oh my was she fit and supple.....if that trampoline could tell stories.
Please tell | |
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subhuman09 said: I once had a substitute in my English class, and decided I'd play a little prank on her.
So I took some rulers and opened up the overhead projector and put them on top of the bulb-thinking it'd just make things blurry, she'd spend forever trying to fix it-and we'd get a free day of chaos. Well-what I didn't seem to notice is that the rulers I put on the bulb were wooden, and the bulb gets very, very hot. So she turns it on-and it starts a fire. Smoke starts flowing out of the overhead-people are freaking out, I'm sitting there going "Well, this plan didn't quite work, now did it?" and all she can do is lift up the overhead to see flames start coming up. Someone grabs the fire extinguisher and things settle down (a slight slight bit), and we take our seats while we wait for the Assistant Principal (pretty much straight out of Breakfast Club btw)-to come and find the horrible individual that started this pyromania. Well he comes in, ranting about it being "arson" and doing everything but having the soapbox itself. I decide it's best I tell him before he finds out (I was nervous) and he gives me PASS-which is like detention for the truly delinquent. My family and friends still tease me about that to this day sometimes. Dont you just hate it when your plans dont work out...but isnt it BETTER sometimes when they dont?  | |
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REDFEATHERS said: subhuman09 said: I once had a substitute in my English class, and decided I'd play a little prank on her.
So I took some rulers and opened up the overhead projector and put them on top of the bulb-thinking it'd just make things blurry, she'd spend forever trying to fix it-and we'd get a free day of chaos. Well-what I didn't seem to notice is that the rulers I put on the bulb were wooden, and the bulb gets very, very hot. So she turns it on-and it starts a fire. Smoke starts flowing out of the overhead-people are freaking out, I'm sitting there going "Well, this plan didn't quite work, now did it?" and all she can do is lift up the overhead to see flames start coming up. Someone grabs the fire extinguisher and things settle down (a slight slight bit), and we take our seats while we wait for the Assistant Principal (pretty much straight out of Breakfast Club btw)-to come and find the horrible individual that started this pyromania. Well he comes in, ranting about it being "arson" and doing everything but having the soapbox itself. I decide it's best I tell him before he finds out (I was nervous) and he gives me PASS-which is like detention for the truly delinquent. My family and friends still tease me about that to this day sometimes. Dont you just hate it when your plans dont work out...but isnt it BETTER sometimes when they dont? Hell yeah! I'm telling my grandkids (or someone else's that I borrow from Oktoberfest( about this one! I still have no idea what I was thinking. Much like most of my Org experience. | |
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REDFEATHERS said: mdiver said: When I was 17 and in 1st year of 6th form I dated a newbie fresh out of teacher training college PE teacher called Sam. Oh my was she fit and supple.....if that trampoline could tell stories.
Please tell What all the gory details? | |
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mdiver said: REDFEATHERS said: Please tell What all the gory details? yes please! | |
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subhuman09 said: REDFEATHERS said: Dont you just hate it when your plans dont work out...but isnt it BETTER sometimes when they dont? Hell yeah! I'm telling my grandkids (or someone else's that I borrow from Oktoberfest( about this one! I still have no idea what I was thinking. Much like most of my Org experience. Yeah, I know.. | |
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REDFEATHERS said: mdiver said: What all the gory details? yes please!Well I was pretty in to the whole sports thing at 17, rugby football etc etc and spent a lot of time in the gym. When we all went back to school after the summer break and I finally got to wear normal clothes to scholl coz i was a grown up 6th former, ha ha, not only did we have a new intake of pupils but a new intake of teachers. One of whom was Sam. OMFG big brown eyes, curvy figure, two lovely.....well ahem. Anyway given that I spent loads of time playing sports of any kind I obviously spent a lot of time around her, and well we started to get friendly. Then we went on a weekend rugby trip and she was one of the supervisors...yeah right. There is me thinking she was there to protect us from nasties. Oh no.Over that weekend we got pretty close but not fully close if you know what I mean but when we got back to the school things got even better. I think that is where I got my love of dangerous rumpo from coz we nearly got busted on that trampoline several times. The lovely girl turned me in to a man for sure. We went out for about 18 months and I don't believe any of the other teachers ever had a clue and I was pretty sure that no-one I knew had any idea either until about 4 years ago when I was sitting around the table with the rest of my family and we got talking about school days and my Dad blurted out that he knew about her all along. What he didn't and still doesn't know is how much real EDUCATION she gave me. | |
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mdiver said: REDFEATHERS said: yes please!Well I was pretty in to the whole sports thing at 17, rugby football etc etc and spent a lot of time in the gym. When we all went back to school after the summer break and I finally got to wear normal clothes to scholl coz i was a grown up 6th former, ha ha, not only did we have a new intake of pupils but a new intake of teachers. One of whom was Sam. OMFG big brown eyes, curvy figure, two lovely.....well ahem. Anyway given that I spent loads of time playing sports of any kind I obviously spent a lot of time around her, and well we started to get friendly. Then we went on a weekend rugby trip and she was one of the supervisors...yeah right. There is me thinking she was there to protect us from nasties. Oh no.Over that weekend we got pretty close but not fully close if you know what I mean but when we got back to the school things got even better. I think that is where I got my love of dangerous rumpo from coz we nearly got busted on that trampoline several times. The lovely girl turned me in to a man for sure. We went out for about 18 months and I don't believe any of the other teachers ever had a clue and I was pretty sure that no-one I knew had any idea either until about 4 years ago when I was sitting around the table with the rest of my family and we got talking about school days and my Dad blurted out that he knew about her all along. What he didn't and still doesn't know is how much real EDUCATION she gave me. 
So, how about those drinks??
I think I need some education | |
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REDFEATHERS said: mdiver said: Well I was pretty in to the whole sports thing at 17, rugby football etc etc and spent a lot of time in the gym. When we all went back to school after the summer break and I finally got to wear normal clothes to scholl coz i was a grown up 6th former, ha ha, not only did we have a new intake of pupils but a new intake of teachers. One of whom was Sam. OMFG big brown eyes, curvy figure, two lovely.....well ahem. Anyway given that I spent loads of time playing sports of any kind I obviously spent a lot of time around her, and well we started to get friendly. Then we went on a weekend rugby trip and she was one of the supervisors...yeah right. There is me thinking she was there to protect us from nasties. Oh no.Over that weekend we got pretty close but not fully close if you know what I mean but when we got back to the school things got even better. I think that is where I got my love of dangerous rumpo from coz we nearly got busted on that trampoline several times. The lovely girl turned me in to a man for sure. We went out for about 18 months and I don't believe any of the other teachers ever had a clue and I was pretty sure that no-one I knew had any idea either until about 4 years ago when I was sitting around the table with the rest of my family and we got talking about school days and my Dad blurted out that he knew about her all along. What he didn't and still doesn't know is how much real EDUCATION she gave me.
So, how about those drinks??
I think I need some education Name it baby, next week is busy but week after looks good | |
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mdiver said: REDFEATHERS said:
So, how about those drinks??
I think I need some education Name it baby, next week is busy but week after looks good  But where will we find a trampoline??? | |
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REDFEATHERS said: mdiver said: Name it baby, next week is busy but week after looks good But where will we find a trampoline???Don't worry I always keep one with me | |
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mdiver said: REDFEATHERS said: But where will we find a trampoline???Don't worry I always keep one with me  | |
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Hey Mister Trampoline Man, jump a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to Hey Mister Trampoline Man, jump a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship All my senses have been stripped And my hands can't feel to grip And my toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade On to my own parade cast your dancin' spell my way I promise to go under it Hey Mister Trampoline Man, jump a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to Hey Mister Trampoline Man, jump a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you | |
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