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What are some awesome pranks/things you did during your education, whether primary, secondary, or tertiary?

For me it was a time in Senior Band in my Senior year of high school where we pranked the conductor so bad. We were playing some song, I think it was On Wisconsin, where I stepped out of line - this was the signal for the entire band to start playing "Love Rollercoaster" by the Ohio Players. We had the entire stand grooving to our funky beats.

There was also a time, when I was out of college and working as a janitor...but I'll save that story for the next page :)

What are some awesome pranks/things you did during your education, whether primary, secondary, or tertiary?

For me it was a time in Senior Band


Nothing can ever be awsome about senior band. Nothing.

Me? I was a model student. Education is serious business. *nods*

*struggles to keep a straight face*

Not a prank, but it was pretty glorious. Last year in some speech composition class I took, we had this throwaway assignment where we had to show a clip from a movie and tell the class what it said about us.

I grabbed my Napoleon Dynamite DVD, showed the class the scene where Uncle Rico talks about his high school football days with Kip and beans Napoleon with Kip's steak, and spouted some hastily written crap about not dwelling on past regrets or something.

I put no effort into that assignment and got an A.

Not a prank, but it was pretty glorious. Last year in some speech composition class I took, we had this throwaway assignment where we had to show a clip from a movie and tell the class what it said about us.

I grabbed my Napoleon Dynamite DVD, showed the class the scene where Uncle Rico talks about his high school football days with Kip and beans Napoleon with Kip's steak, and spouted some hastily written crap about not dwelling on past regrets or something.

I put no effort into that assignment and got an A.

While taking public speaking in college I gave a eulogy for a bumblebee and earned bonus points.

I was quite overweight when I was younger, but the school introduced a new rule that everyone had to be involved in an event at sports day. I was then put into the 200m. The PE teachers were laughing when they saw I was in a running race. I scraped into the final despite coming third in my heat, due to some rule about fastest losers. I then tricked two of the other people in the final that we would all make a really funny joke all stopping and diving over the line at the end. I then proceeded to run flat out all the way, and ended up finishing third. The look on the face of the PE teachers when the results were read out was priceless. Though not as much as the two people who had made complete asses of themselves by seemingly stopping and tripping at the finish line while everyone else ran past.

Also...we tricked our IT teacher by several times turning all our screens off when he left the room and then claiming a power cut when he got back. He kept going to find the technician to try and find out the cause of the "intermittent power failure".

I remember in our AP European History class the teacher stepped out for awhile. We then procceeded to stack all of the desk in the room into a giant pyramid, with any spare desks being placed around it. We also planned on putting someone on top like a human sacrifice, but for safety reasons we didn't.

If my memory serves, a picture of said pyramid ended up in our school's yearbook (for some reason you get those at the beginning of the next school year).

Bandesax reminded me... Me and my friends while in High School went to the Student Union Building of Allegheny College and stacked all the tables and chairs into pyramids. We taped signs to them that said "Do not touch, art project". They were like that for 2 weeks :)

While taking public speaking in college I gave a eulogy for a bumblebee and earned bonus points.

Our public speaking class in college was epic. I gave a speech about cannibals, and some one did one about diarrhea. Though some one did a half-assed presentation in database class that he somehow managed to base on South Africa pygmies...

Well although we havent done it yet, we have thought about it so I guess I could throw this out to anyone interested.
The basic idea is to get 3 piglets, and paint the numbers 1, 2 and 4 onto them, then release them on campus. This way you will have people looking all day for pig number 3.
That far into the plan, everything is perfect, however we havent decided what we are going to do with them afterwards.

Well although we havent done it yet, we have thought about it so I guess I could throw this out to anyone interested.
The basic idea is to get 3 piglets, and paint the numbers 1, 2 and 4 onto them, then release them on campus. This way you will have people looking all day for pig number 3.
That far into the plan, everything is perfect, however we havent decided what we are going to do with them afterwards.

More than likely, let animal control sort that out.

Well although we havent done it yet, we have thought about it so I guess I could throw this out to anyone interested.
The basic idea is to get 3 piglets, and paint the numbers 1, 2 and 4 onto them, then release them on campus. This way you will have people looking all day for pig number 3.
That far into the plan, everything is perfect, however we havent decided what we are going to do with them afterwards.

I feel like I've heard this one before.

I feel like I've heard this one before.

I think it was on that MTV or VH1 or whatever show "High School Stories"...

Well although we havent done it yet, we have thought about it so I guess I could throw this out to anyone interested.
The basic idea is to get 3 piglets, and paint the numbers 1, 2 and 4 onto them, then release them on campus. This way you will have people looking all day for pig number 3.
That far into the plan, everything is perfect, however we havent decided what we are going to do with them afterwards.

Everyone has done. What you do is get 3 pigs, don't number them. Make a "pig print" stamp and let the other pigs get caught, them randomly go around making pig tracks.

I used to piss on toilet paper rolls in the bathroom stalls.

While I was in art college, I was required to give a 20 minute presentation on postmodernism. As an illustrator, I decided to present a blank piece of paper and instructed the viewers to draw their own image, while playing a crazy soundtrack (I forget the song, some folk-circus melody). I got the highest mark of my year.

I used to piss on toilet paper rolls in the bathroom stalls.

I bet you park in handicap spaces to.

I used to piss on toilet paper rolls in the bathroom stalls.

Awesome. Bathroom humor, and not even on the second page. Bravo sir. Bravo.

I put no effort into that assignment and got an A.
This describes my entire High School "career." Also large swaths of college.
a human sacrifice, but for safety reasons we didn't.
How often have I uttered these very words, how many times sighed in regret?
Awesome. Bathroom humor, and not even on the second page. Bravo sir. Bravo.
I see the bathroom, but the humor? She is not to be found!!

One time in High School after a particular tough rain storm I drove my car onto the lawn in front of the principles window. I just sat there spinning and tearing up the lawn and spitting mud all over her window and the side of the building. Was funny at the time.

1) My english teacher had a book my steven king. it was "misery". there was the weirdest picture of him on the back and it looked like he was staring at u when u looked at it. well the book had a nasty habbit of finding it's way to the top of the bookshelf staring at the teachers desk. well one day she hid the book. i found it and gave it to a friend of mine. after school that day we made like 20 copys of the back cover and covered her class room with them. every wall, chair,window and desk had them.

we continured to put them in the room till she got mad at us. but even after that she continued to find copys of this picutre from the first time we did it.

2) in that same class for our final we had to read a book and give a summary about it. i just did the presentation on catch-22 which i read 2 years before.

I thought of taping a nuclear bomb threat on the door to the high school security room. I made a page, might have printed it out, but never got around to actually doing it.

that's the closest I've come to high school "pranks".

Although I did it out of teenage angst. :p

Well although we havent done it yet, we have thought about it so I guess I could throw this out to anyone interested.
The basic idea is to get 3 piglets, and paint the numbers 1, 2 and 4 onto them, then release them on campus. This way you will have people looking all day for pig number 3.
That far into the plan, everything is perfect, however we havent decided what we are going to do with them afterwards.

I feel like I've heard this one before.
I've heard it's something people at a school near mine supposedly did. I'm not sure if it's just an urban legend, or it's a good enough prank that it has inspired many copycats.

EDIT: Information from Snopes (http://www.snopes.com/college/pranks/livestock.asp).

The Date: My high school graduation.

The Place: The gymnasium, collapsible stage.

The Epic Moment: Hiding two, count 'em two, remote farting machines in different places on the stage after gym class the day before it happens. Then, that night, when we're all gathered together before the ceremony, the Assistant Principal comes and gives us all the speech about "no disruptions, no booing, and no pranking. And for the person who tried to hide a fart machine on the stage, we remind you that it is not appropriate."

My buddy was in on this, and we had rewired the remotes to resemble our car fobs, so we each carried the remote to one fart machine. Mine, hidden amidst the wiring of the speaking podium, had been the one not discovered. So of course, during the speech of our annoying valedictorian and SG president, and the subsequent speech of our well-hated principal, I would tap my leg, pressing the equivalent of the 'go button' and causing the farting noises to reverberate to the microphone. After the initial 'bad case of gas' thoughts, people started laughing, more so for the principal. Fun times. Never caught.

This is not really epic but it sure as hell was funny. My friend's sister was being a major bitch to him on the way to school. She's driving and he's just wanting to go nuts. Lunch time comes and we spent the entire 30 minutes carrying her car to the complete other side of the lot. Luckily it was only a VW rabbit. Needless to say she lost her mind screaming and yelling about where her car was. After yelling it turned into crying. Now, we're all at baseball practice after school and our field is right by the lot. After laughing hysterically at her for a while we felt bad and showed her where her car was.

I've developed the standard cheat methods for tests now used in my school. This is because last year (my sophomore year), I helped practically half of the students in my year. Among the methods I would use was to get a scrap of paper, write my answers on it, call the teacher over for a question on the test, then when he/she turned her back I would pass the cheat sheet (also known as an "insurance card"). Other times I would switch my test with a classmate next to me, do his test, then switch back.

For scan-tron tests, we (me and co-conspirators) would refrain from filing out the name/date/class/etc. I would do my test on the test paper, fill out the scan-tron, quickly switch with another student, and fill out that scan-tron. Alternatively, I would switch my nameless test paper while retaining my scan-tron. In one particular situation, I managed to quickly switch with the person behind me when the teacher, who was beginning to suspect me and stood around me, turned around. The guy behind me was kinda stoned at the time, so I actually had to grab his scan-tron while he just looked on. Unfortunetly, while I was never caught in the act, my teachers now seperate me from the class by making me sit in a desk next to them/ front of the class room.

If you have to know why I did it, I guess it's because I didn't want people at the time to totally ignore me (I just transferred in). Also, I was kinda looking for something adventurous/challenging to do at the time. Apparently, it's in my blood: my uncles have told me similar stories about my father.

At the school Talent show I started a Mosh pit when our friend's ban got up to play.
The group that listened to metal being a minority we got a lot of weird looks. And a lot of remarks about Crazy white people.

I don't know how 'epic' it was but my first year of transfer to the university Easter fell on 4/20 so I thought that the only appropriate thing to do was buy a quarter ounce of weed, break it into nugs and put them in plastic eggs that I then hid all over campus the night before.

It took about six months before I heard someone say, "Dude, last Easter I totally found a plastic egg hidden on campus that had fucking weed in it!" I didn't tell him it was me.

What are some awesome pranks/things you did during your education, whether primary, secondary, or tertiary?
hmmm... I passed my English finals with an "A". and that was after I fell asleep during the test... woke up with 5 minutes left and only one question answered.

the professor later asked me about this long scratch on the answer sheet (when I woke up) and after hearing my answer... commented "I thought you look too relaxed for that test..."

***

then there was I time I had to give a speech for class. the instructor wanted an introduction that 'Grabbed the audiences attention' and didn't want the bland "Hi, my name is ________ and my speech is about _______"

so my whole introduction was one LOUD scream then I would slam the text book into my head and throw it across the classroom at the wall.

I must say... that grabbed EVERYONE's attention... funny thing is, he stopped asking for attention grabbing intros from his other classes, and he would find some excuse to attend any class where I would be giving a presentation. :tongue:

I pooped in the Tuba.

then there was I time I had to give a speech for class. the instructor wanted an introduction that 'Grabbed the audiences attention' and didn't want the bland "Hi, my name is ________ and my speech is about _______"

so my whole introduction was one LOUD scream then I would slam the text book into my head and throw it across the classroom at the wall.

I must say... that grabbed EVERYONE's attention... funny thing is, he stopped asking for attention grabbing intros from his other classes, and he would find some excuse to attend any class where I would be giving a presentation. :tongue:

I remember doing something like that it was a book report on the themes of To Kill A Mockingbird I was talking about racism or something anyway I screamed out "Though shall not kill" which opened up my long speech apparently it was heard in the next two classrooms.

But then again I always enjoyed oral presentations at school gave me a chance to use my creativity and perform for my audience, whether it was in my words or in my actions while in front of people it was something I did well and always got an 'A'.

I see the bathroom, but the humor? She is not to be found!!

Oh, i cut wut u did thar, you beautiful magnificent bastard.

I pooped in the Tuba.

Th' forums, they cannae tak' it, keptin!

There a a couple of epic things I did while in High school.

One year there was a strong rivalry between caregroups in our year and our caregroup was at war with one of the other ones after a few attacks towards each other(i.e smashing a wall in middle of the class, turning the tables over, taking all the chairs out of the room) I snuck out of the kitchens a couple pieces of fish and managed to place them in the air conditioning of their classroom. Over the weekend the fish went off and stunk out the entire room, it took them a few days until they found it.

I remember in Year 10 me and a mate for some reason went stupid and started having a sword fight with each other (now nothing to bad yet) but we had food and hospitality next and this class was in the kitchens. So we continued this fight while the teacher was talking not with our rulers but with long kitchen knives. It took a couple of moments until we realised the entire class had gone silent, we looked and saw everybody staring at us and the teacher standing there with her mouth open she could barley stammer the words "get out now".

To cut a long story short we ended up with Saturday detention the teacher on duty at the time gave us each a bottle of Spray and Wipe and a cloth and told us to clean all the desks in a wing (this wing had 3 classrooms and 2 lecture theaters. What we actually did was engage in a three hour battle which included us shooting the cleaning liquid at each other, diving, sneaking to hit the other player, hiding out and ambushing each other.

I've heard it's something people at a school near mine supposedly did. I'm not sure if it's just an urban legend, or it's a good enough prank that it has inspired many copycats.

EDIT: Information from Snopes (http://www.snopes.com/college/pranks/livestock.asp).

In a similar vein, I know someone who managed to get a sheep into the school and trapped it a bit of hallway between two set of doors.

The results were not pretty though. The sheep panicked and head butted itself to death trying to find a way out IIRC.

I pooped in the Tuba.

Is that a euphemism?

Is that a euphemism?

No... it was my tuba :(

School is no place for anything epic.

School is no place for anything epic.

I disagree.

I was a very bad girl in high school.

1) I learned, early on, how to accurately copy my freshman English teacher's handwriting. One day, after lunch, myself and a buddy got back to the classroom before she did. I left a note on the board redirecting the class to a different room and then spent ten minutes wandering the halls. Never caught.

2) I'm the one who figured out, through trial and error, the exact amount of gunpowder necessary to blow a locker door off without hurting someone.

3) You know those relighting candles? There was a religious student who hadn't heard of them. The bad kind of Christian, to be exact. So I lit the candle, sat it on his desk, and told him that only the power of Jesus could truly put it out and that if it relit, it meant Satan had claimed his soul. Nervous breakdown in under five minutes.

4) I was the reason my school's principal got a locking gascap. I took the gascap off, set it on his trunk, and dropped half a package of mothballs on the ground beside his car.

5) Did the same thing as above to my gym teacher, only it was half a bag of sugar.

6) I set up a tripwire in home ec, with the tripwire unleashing two dozen rotten eggs upon whoever set it. Got the principal with it (the teacher saw the trip wire and merely stepped over it).

7) Myself and the other two pyros in my chemistry class convinced the teacher to stop giving lab assignments due to our constant jokes about blowing things up (ironically, my group is the only one which didn't have an accident with the lab equipment). I heard she still doesn't give lab assignments, despite it being 6 years since I've taken her class.

8) Thanks to a pair of fake hooves and some ink, I had the school's security guards searching for a goat for over a month.

9) I pranked my senior-year English teacher by paying four freshmen to call him in the middle of every class while pretending to be Chinese prostitutes. "I do not frequent prostitutes!" became the standard way he opened class for half of that year.

Amazingly enough, I was the only person of my entire class that the security guards would never stop while I was out in the hallways. Despite all of the evidence I just provided that they really, really should have.

I was a very bad girl in high school.

1) I learned, early on, how to accurately copy my freshman English teacher's handwriting. One day, after lunch, myself and a buddy got back to the classroom before she did. I left a note on the board redirecting the class to a different room and then spent ten minutes wandering the halls. Never caught.

2) I'm the one who figured out, through trial and error, the exact amount of gunpowder necessary to blow a locker door off without hurting someone.

3) You know those relighting candles? There was a religious student who hadn't heard of them. The bad kind of Christian, to be exact. So I lit the candle, sat it on his desk, and told him that only the power of Jesus could truly put it out and that if it relit, it meant Satan had claimed his soul. Nervous breakdown in under five minutes.

4) I was the reason my school's principal got a locking gascap. I took the gascap off, set it on his trunk, and dropped half a package of mothballs on the ground beside his car.

5) Did the same thing as above to my gym teacher, only it was half a bag of sugar.

6) I set up a tripwire in home ec, with the tripwire unleashing two dozen rotten eggs upon whoever set it. Got the principal with it (the teacher saw the trip wire and merely stepped over it).

7) Myself and the other two pyros in my chemistry class convinced the teacher to stop giving lab assignments due to our constant jokes about blowing things up (ironically, my group is the only one which didn't have an accident with the lab equipment). I heard she still doesn't give lab assignments, despite it being 6 years since I've taken her class.

8) Thanks to a pair of fake hooves and some ink, I had the school's security guards searching for a goat for over a month.

9) I pranked my senior-year English teacher by paying four freshmen to call him in the middle of every class while pretending to be Chinese prostitutes. "I do not frequent prostitutes!" became the standard way he opened class for half of that year.

Amazingly enough, I was the only person of my entire class that the security guards would never stop while I was out in the hallways. Despite all of the evidence I just provided that they really, really should have.

The above is all epic, methinks I might be in love!

I didn't really do anything epic, to the extent that people began to rely on me as someone they could use as a foil. We went on a school trip to Europe and they all bought loads of cheap and illegal French fireworks, but then the teachers got wind of it and began searching people's bags. So pretty much everyone put all their stuff into my bag. The teachers didn't bother to search me because I would never do anything bad.

I also once did an English presentation while tripping on shrooms, and I maintained a pretty much permament buzz for the last two years of maths class, including in the mock exam when I passed out and got zero. Other than that, I was a disappointingly boring student.

Being the school's magazine director, and co-leading a couple of occupations and some protest marches.
Also bargaining for marijuana in a seedy pub in Prague on account of the whole class.

School is no place for anything epic.

Not true at all. School is about as totalitarian as the government can be in the United States. (Which isn't to say I dislike school or think it's wrong, but it's basically an institution that has the same powers as your parents. It would be weird if it didn't have an authoritarian edge.) At the same time, when it comes to going against this institution, the stakes are normally quite low. The worst punishment for things which are not actually criminal is suspension, and that pales in comparison to even the most measly of how the courts punish real crimes. The result? A place where one can fight the Man, often hilariously, and not worry about the consequences.
Oh, you also learn stuff. That's pretty good, too. I guess.

The crossword puzzle? Perhaps?

Is that a euphemism?

Not at all.

I've heard it's something people at a school near mine supposedly did. I'm not sure if it's just an urban legend, or it's a good enough prank that it has inspired many copycats.

EDIT: Information from Snopes (http://www.snopes.com/college/pranks/livestock.asp).

Well I certainly didn't know it was that widespread. My friend told me one of his brothers friends had heard it done once or twice, no idea it was an essentially 'old' prank.
Either way, we shall endeavour to at least try to pull this off. It shall end with a big telling off from the teachers and a small sale to a local farmer, or a moderate sized BBQ. :p

Hmm.

No stories of instigating apocalyptic food fights, nobody thrown out of locker rooms naked, nobody duct taped to anything they don't belong taped to, no booby trapped lockers, no bizarre incidents involving jockstraps being flung in all directions.

I'm beginning to feel like a weirdo. :p

Hmm.

No stories of instigating apocalyptic food fights, nobody thrown out of locker rooms naked, nobody duct taped to anything they don't belong taped to, no booby trapped lockers, no bizarre incidents involving jockstraps being flung in all directions.

I'm beginning to feel like a weirdo. :p

heh

The only food fight I had at school involved me fliping peas to a mate across the room who in turn was flipping his at me, during year 8 camp. One of my peas went wayward and ht one of our teachers in the head.

It ended up with me having to sweep and mop the floor of the mess hall and clean all the tables.

Hmm.

No stories of instigating apocalyptic food fights, nobody thrown out of locker rooms naked, nobody duct taped to anything they don't belong taped to, no booby trapped lockers, no bizarre incidents involving jockstraps being flung in all directions.

I'm beginning to feel like a weirdo. :p

Catholic schools stifle creation and self-expression. Such flagrant acts are/were unheard of in my schools.

heh

The only food fight I had at school involved me fliping peas to a mate across the room who in turn was flipping his at me, during year 8 camp. One of my peas went wayward and ht one of our teachers in the head.

It ended up with me having to sweep and mop the floor of the mess hall and clean all the tables.

So nobody ever tossed a milk grenade across the cafeteria, shouting 'Food Fight!' and ducked out, heading to the library and a nice alibi while mayhem ensued? Because that worked twice for me. :D

Catholic schools stifle creation and self-expression. Such flagrant acts are/were unheard of in my schools.

God has a sense of humor. If He didn't, he wouldn't be God. ;)

God has a sense of humor. If He didn't, he wouldn't be God. ;)

but religions don't.

So nobody ever tossed a milk grenade across the cafeteria, shouting 'Food Fight!' and ducked out, heading to the library and a nice alibi while mayhem ensued? Because that worked twice for me. :D

lmao, not quite, never got the chance really school camp was the only time, Australian schools don't have cafeterias.

Catholic schools stifle creation and self-expression. Such flagrant acts are/were unheard of in my schools.

My Catholic school missed that memo. :tongue:

Not true at all. School is about as totalitarian as the government can be in the United States. (Which isn't to say I dislike school or think it's wrong, but it's basically an institution that has the same powers as your parents. It would be weird if it didn't have an authoritarian edge.) At the same time, when it comes to going against this institution, the stakes are normally quite low. The worst punishment for things which are not actually criminal is suspension, and that pales in comparison to even the most measly of how the courts punish real crimes. The result? A place where one can fight the Man, often hilariously, and not worry about the consequences.
Oh, you also learn stuff. That's pretty good, too. I guess.

Not anymore. Half of the things I did in high school would get you arrested and tried as an adult these days. Schools are losing their softness and beginning to get to where they're closer to prison training camps.

One winter evening, some friends and I rolled one of the teacher's cars out onto the lake, which was frozen over.

The next morning it was gone and we assumed the teacher had recovered it, but a note went up to ask if anyone had seen the car being stolen or anyone suspicious hanging around.

I guess the car just dropped through the ice and the snow covered that all over, there'd been a reasonably heavy snowfall that night, even the tracks weren't there.

I guess we might never know.

Not anymore. Half of the things I did in high school would get you arrested and tried as an adult these days. Schools are losing their softness and beginning to get to where they're closer to prison training camps.

Indeed.

I superglued the classroom door shut before school had started that day, so when the teacher came to open up the room, the lock turned, but the door just wouldn't budge. Nobody was accused for a week, until they found a superglue bottle in another teacher's desk

Not anymore. Half of the things I did in high school would get you arrested and tried as an adult these days. Schools are losing their softness and beginning to get to where they're closer to prison training camps.

Indeed.

This is why I need to be in charge. School shenanigans are an important part of the educational process.

This is why I need to be in charge. School shenanigans are an important part of the educational process.

I've always thought the world would be a better place if people were encouraged to think instead off to memorize and obey.

So nobody ever tossed a milk grenade across the cafeteria, shouting 'Food Fight!' and ducked out, heading to the library and a nice alibi while mayhem ensued? Because that worked twice for me. :D

that reminds me... not mine but it was well executed.

a rumor was spread that one a given date, a school wide food fight was planned.

so as expected... that day, the teachers were out in force at the cafeteria to insure the perpetrators of the food fight were caught.

after the lunch period... all those teacher's rooms were chalked up.

that reminds me... not mine but it was well executed.

a rumor was spread that one a given date, a school wide food fight was planned.

so as expected... that day, the teachers were out in force at the cafeteria to insure the perpetrators of the food fight were caught.

after the lunch period... all those teacher's rooms were chalked up.

Chalked up....?

I've always thought the world would be a better place if people were encouraged to think instead off to memorize and obey.

And you learn so much from the unexpected. I learned how to untie knots with my toes. ...don't ask. :p

We mostly steal stuff. Well, more like borrowing, I guess. The teachers get it back, even if it can be a few months. The best thing thats happened recently is last year when some people stole a teacher's desk. A teacher on second floor. With her school keys, her car.... oh, and this year when all the freshmen lockers were glued shut with gorilla glue. Sadly, I didn't get to participate in either. Two different senior classes did it. But we're making plans.

My class has run off at least 5 substitute teachers though. Apparently being literally trapped in a room for 90 minutes with 30 students can be traumatizing....

Chalked up....?

chalk powder everywhere. Nasty stuff really...

I was a model student, except when it came to a chance to lay down some vengence or a time where I was within the rules.

Two I remember fairly well.
Conquering the classroom in a Social Studies "Make your own nation" assignment.

And attempting to stir up a school riot when I heard we were getting a "School Uniform" policy.

I used to piss on toilet paper rolls in the bathroom stalls.
So it was YOU!!!

On the subject of epic school pranks... (http://www.legendsofcaltech.com/)

Seriously, get the books and learn from the masters of epic school pranks. My uncle attended Caltech and participated in some pranks.

My most epic prank involved my sister and I playing head games with a psychology professor. I was in the Intro Course, she was in the Abnormal Psych course. My class was right after hers, and we happen to look very much alike- oftentimes we get mistaken for twins even when we don't make the deliberate effort to do so. My sister let me know exactly what seat she always sat in, so I would also sit in the exact same spot.

Sometimes to mix things up, she'd stay in the classroom through my class, I'd show up early and sit in on her class, we'd trade places... At the end of the semester he still couldn't keep it straight which sister was in which class. (We both got an A in our respective classes though.) I just think there's something... appropriate... in messing with a psychology teacher's mind.

Sometimes to mix things up, she'd stay in the classroom through my class, I'd show up early and sit in on her class, we'd trade places... At the end of the semester he still couldn't keep it straight which sister was in which class. (We both got an A in our respective classes though.) I just think there's something... appropriate... in messing with a psychology teacher's mind.
The psychology teacher at our school gives a class schedule for every two months, and tends to stick with it very closely. The students, then, can say with a fair degree of accuracy what they will be studying, say, fifty days from now. I know at least one, and he claims there are several others, who study up on the symptoms of a condition well enough in advance to the point where they believe they can emulate them for one week before the class officially studies them. Now, when people act like schizophrenics after the class learns about schizophrenia, no one thinks anything of it. But when you learn about schizophrenia and then notice John Doe, and think how he's been acting that way for quite a while now...

The psychology teacher at our school gives a class schedule for every two months, and tends to stick with it very closely. The students, then, can say with a fair degree of accuracy what they will be studying, say, fifty days from now. I know at least one, and he claims there are several others, who study up on the symptoms of a condition well enough in advance to the point where they believe they can emulate them for one week before the class officially studies them. Now, when people act like schizophrenics after the class learns about schizophrenia, no one thinks anything of it. But when you learn about schizophrenia and then notice John Doe, and think how he's been acting that way for quite a while now...
LOL! That's both epic and educational!

A different psych professor pulled a great prank on my class once. Physiological Psychology, aka a class for the biology general education requirement that doesn't require dissecting anything or anything excessively gross. While doing the chapter in class about the brain, the professor told the class he had a lead on bringing an actual human brain specimen to class for the next session. We all figured one of those 'donated to science' medical specimen type dealies.

So next class session rolls around, he comes in with a cooler with a biohazard warning on it. Makes a big show of pulling on medical gloves and carefully opening the cooler. (Complete with what was no doubt dry-ice fog flicking from the top.) While he's getting ready, he's been passing a jar around with a cat brain in it, along with some other similar brain-in-jar specimens. He then reaches into the cooler, makes a fuss of pulling it out... and pauses, with just the barest top of a pinkish-grey brain hemisphere visible above the edge of the cooler. He starts to tug on it, like it's stuck to something in the cooler, before putting it down and ripping his gloves off in frustration (and tossing them into the trashcan.) Blowing off student comments pertaining to the gloves need to be disposed of in a medical waste bag or something, he grabs a spoon, STABS it into the cooler, scoops up a big chunk of the 'brain' and eats it, before offering some to an entire class with :eek: faces.

Apparently if you make peach flavored jello with condensed milk or something, it produces a relatively convinced 'brain matter' color.

Apparently if you make peach flavored jello with condensed milk or something, it produces a relatively convinced 'brain matter' color.
That's great, and it actually sounds kind of tasty. I only pity the poor students who thought their Human Physiology professor was pulling the same prank. Now they all have kuru (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuru_(disease)#Transmission). :(

there was a locker room where there was a gap between the wall and the lockers to allow for a central heating pipe to run. the lockers were pretty big, so it was pretty hard to get to the middle of that gap. so the best thing i did was to shove an open carton of milk down there with a stick, and leave it sitting there on top of the central heating pipe over the easter holidays. we came back and the whole corridor reeked of gross cheese :D


my dad did a good one for his chemistry teacher. back in the 60's, the teacher used to stub out his cigarettes in the sand bucket at the back of the lab, so what my dad and his friends did was to mix up some kind of potent gunpowder, put a good layer of it in the bucket and cover it with a very thin layer of sand. next time the teacher stubs out his fag, BOOM! :tongue:
i so bet you'd be expelled for doing that these days :P

I survived it! Woohoo.

I managed to get a pair of geese to be sit atop the dean's car.

I was kind of the nerd in school. So, I had a tendency to get picked on a lot. I fought back, mostly ineffectively.

However, in the sixth grade, the school that I went to had just gone to an all-digital records system. This particular kid would not cut me any slack, beat me up really bad with only 3 days until the end of the school year.

On the last day of the school year, I broke into the principal's office, sat down at his computer, and erased the kid from existence. No one caught it until he started seventh grade the next year, and since we moved to a new building, no one knew him.

Took them weeks to straighten it out. Ah, memories.

Once, a long time ago in elementary school, I squeezed a bag of chips and it popped. Really loud. The entire cafeteria went silent and stared at me. According to my friends, I nervously said "cool".

The fight in biology we had that involved chucking bits of sheep heart at each other, and the teacher, was pretty cool. And subsequently putting a whole heart down the back of a radiator in the English department's block and leaving it over the Easter holidays...yeah, that smelt quite a bit. Also, being in the city centre in Belfast, someone I knew phoned in a bomb alert because they couldn't be bothered with the rest of the afternoon in school. It worked for him, too.

The fight in biology we had that involved chucking bits of sheep heart at each other, and the teacher, was pretty cool.

This happened in my class too on dissection day. Only I didn't participate, and when someone threw something at me I ran out of the room screaming. The dissection experience persuaded me to do Sociology rather than Biology for A-level, a decision that I to this day blame entirely for my continuing embarrassing lack of intelligence.

my dad did a good one for his chemistry teacher. back in the 60's, the teacher used to stub out his cigarettes in the sand bucket at the back of the lab, so what my dad and his friends did was to mix up some kind of potent gunpowder, put a good layer of it in the bucket and cover it with a very thin layer of sand. next time the teacher stubs out his fag, BOOM! :tongue:
i so bet you'd be expelled for doing that these days :P

Or imprisoned. :tongue:

Freezing the girls' underwear on an educational trip to the beach comes to mind.

Freezing the girls' underwear on an educational trip to the beach comes to mind.

Actually this reminds me of something I did when at Year 10 venture. Due to what we were doing it was decided to split the groups up who would do it different weeks. Well all the boys were placed into one week (the last time they have done that and this was 8 years ago due to everything we got up to) with the two groups of girls either side of us.

So anyway on our last day while we were packing up at home camp and part of it setting up the fire so the girls wouldn't have to bother on their first night. What I and a mate did was grab a couple of cans of deodorant and bury them in the centre of the fire pit just under the sand floor.

What we heard after they got back was the first night the cans exploded send a large fireball up into the air and scared the girls shitless. I just wish I was there to see the result of my actions.

Not true at all. School is about as totalitarian as the government can be in the United States. (Which isn't to say I dislike school or think it's wrong, but it's basically an institution that has the same powers as your parents. It would be weird if it didn't have an authoritarian edge.) At the same time, when it comes to going against this institution, the stakes are normally quite low. The worst punishment for things which are not actually criminal is suspension, and that pales in comparison to even the most measly of how the courts punish real crimes. The result? A place where one can fight the Man, often hilariously, and not worry about the consequences.
Oh, you also learn stuff. That's pretty good, too. I guess.Most of these pranks aren't against 'the man', they're against other students. Further, even when they also get teachers, they still get students.

Actually this reminds me of something I did when at Year 10 venture. Due to what we were doing it was decided to split the groups up who would do it different weeks. Well all the boys were placed into one week (the last time they have done that and this was 8 years ago due to everything we got up to) with the two groups of girls either side of us.

So anyway on our last day while we were packing up at home camp and part of it setting up the fire so the girls wouldn't have to bother on their first night. What I and a mate did was grab a couple of cans of deodorant and bury them in the centre of the fire pit just under the sand floor.

What we heard after they got back was the first night the cans exploded send a large fireball up into the air and scared the girls shitless. I just wish I was there to see the result of my actions.
Nice.

I just remember our teacher commenting on how we, the guys, picked the whole camping site clean of anything combustible or presumably flammable while the gals (including the teacher and chaperon) were aghast at how much stuff we not only found, but returned to our camp to burn. Burn I say.

Aw, man, that AP Biology class was the best I've ever taken: Three guys, three gals, a nice teacher, and a great chaperon. Great people and a great teacher/student ratio. One of the reasons I decided to study biology.

Delaminating a desk with burning alcohol was entertaining.

When my French teacher took the piss out of me for crying, I called him a garlic-eating twat, and suggested that he liked to pick on unpopular kids out of a sense of inferiority tied up with a long cultural history of French national cowardice. I'm not quite sure how I didn't get detention for that. And I'm aware it would probably have qualified for epic only if the response had been delivered entirely in French.

the most "epic" thing i can think of in connection with "school" was to flunk phys ed all four years of my high school. i could never get over resenting that there were other classes i could have been taking during that period if i hadn't had to. things that might actually have been of some slight remote usefulness to me (and would, at the very least, have been a little bit interesting). same goes for the several brainwashing classes we were subjected to, such as u.s. history as it was taught then, and so called economics.

same goes for the several brainwashing classes we were subjected to, such as u.s. history as it was taught then, and so called economics.

Oh, I loved U.S. History. The first day, the teacher said, "Our book will outright lie to you. It will deceive you. And it will stretch the truth. I will tell you what really happened, but that's not what you're tested on. You're tested on how well you remember the lies."

Probably the most educational history class I ever had.

If anyone out there knows what "Q.O.I." stands for; I'm doing fine and currently living in Washington.