We probably all did some type of shenanigans when we were students ourselves. I actually got into some pretty serious stuff that I am not proud of, but there were amusing things too. I remember climbing drainage pipes to get access to the school roof, and ran around on that after school, once throwing an orange at another student and having a teacher catch it in the back instead. I also spit a spitball at another student when I was in Middle School and it accidentally landed on the teachers desk. What are some of the things you got into when you were younger?
Overall I was a pretty tame student. My senior year, my friends dragged me to a LAN party (they're big gamers; I'm not) because they insisted it would be fun. We ended up getting bored and exploring the school around midnight. There were always rumors about the basement (where the old locker rooms were) being haunted, so we went down there. We were doing fine until we walked into the old shower room and all the lights went out and the main door to the basement slammed closed. Not going to lie, I almost **** myself. Turns out it was just the janitor :lol:. One time I stuffed my friend (who's 5'2") into a locker and he got stuck. I was moments away from getting into a fist fight my junior year before the chorus teacher broke us up. My freshman year, my friend would record the weridest noises on his Macbook (yay, 1:1 technology initiative), and he would play them during Earth Science because we had the blondest teacher ever. Absolutely hilarious. I was in the same French class with one of my best friends all four years, and I would always steal his notebook and toss it to our other friend across the room when our teacher wasn't looking. The desks were arranged in two halves, so: ---- windows ----- v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v aisle.................... blackboard ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ----- wall---- door-- Well, the last day of junior year, I tossed the notebook too far and it went straight out the window. Junior year, when I was in Sweeney Todd, I had a REALLY fast costume change, and I discovered that it was much easier to do the change if I didn't wear boxer briefs. Closing night, one of the parent helpers walked in on me changing. Okay, I think that's it. :lol: Maybe I wasn't as tame as I thought.
Complete side note/tangent-->Mike, you did Sweeney Todd?! Love that one but couldn't ever see my old school being allowed to do it! They're doing Phantom this upcoming year. I was definitely VERY tame. I mostly just spent time with my horses. I did sneak in late to the barn a few times just to see my horses at night. I was a wild one :lol:
My most infamous stunt happened when I was around 9. I used to play with the girl and boy next door every evening. She was 1 year older and he was 1 year younger than I. So, I go up to their house one evening and the sister says "We're going to throw mudballs at cars." Ok, sounds good to me. She and her brother had already made the mudballs and it was just turning dark. Their house was at the bottom of a short, but VERY steep hill. Within a few minutes, a car comes done the hill. I was on the side of the road closest to the car while Little Brother was on the other side. I threw my mudball at the car from a distance less than 3 feet. SPLAT!!!! Unfortunately, the passenger had his window down, so I also "splattered" him pretty good too. All three of us got our butts warmed up for that stunt. :lol: The funniest part was when I ran back down to my house and the car stopped in the road. My dad said "Somebody's stopped out there, I wonder what's going on?" My 9-yr old brain came up with the first thing I could think of, which was "Don't pay any attention to that car. I don't think they want anything." Needless to say, that only confirmed my dad's suspicions.
Yup! I was Sweeney Todd. Twice, actually. One of my favorite roles. My school was in a very liberal area that supported the arts out the wazoo. My freshman year, the community donated us a Steinway. So we never had any problems getting shows approved. I'm sure they'd draw the line somewhere, but it hasn't happened yet. Phantom is a really really difficult show filled with difficult roles and lots of singing, scene changes, and costumes. I wish them the best!
I used to sneak out of the house all the time. Not really to DO anything, just to say I did it. My dad caught me one time, and I can't remember the story I gave him, but I got out of trouble anyway! My senior year, most of my friends quit the one-act play because they didn't like the coach, but I stuck with it. Unfortunately, everyone else in the play was really no one I hung out with. I was bored, and from being a student aide, I knew the password to access the internet (this was 1997, not just anyone had a computer or internet). I got caught once, and managed to convince the teacher who caught me that someone had left it open. I logged off, waited 30 seconds for her to leave, then logged back on. Um, yeah, she came back in. Oops...I was busted. I got in BIG trouble with the computer teacher, whom everyone couldn't stand. She yelled and yelled at me. Mostly it was "You're an honor student, WHY would you do this?" I was a goody-goody otherwise. Those two things stand out to me though.
Ooh, I just remembered one when I was about 6 or 7--my friend and I invented this game where one of us would start down a hill on a tricycle, then the other would jump on a Hot Wheels and "pass" the tricycle, like on a highway. The one on the tricycle would yell out "You dirty bast--d!" We really, honestly did not know what that meant. We had just heard someone say it and thought it was cool.
Nice! You are so lucky! Yeah I honestly don't know how they'll do it. I'm obviously not there anymore but my good friend is the director so I'm sure I'll get to hear all about it.
Any shenanigans I might have attempted were done with a lot of help because both of my parents taught at my high school. I MIGHT have wandered off campus and MIGHT have inhaled something (this would have been in 1989 if this happened, which I'm not saying one way or the other). If it actually happened, which I'm not saying absolutely did, it was about a half hour before I was pulled from choir for a discussion of where I was applying to college, also attended by MY DAD during his free period. I MIGHT have thought, "Wow. I heard this stuff makes you paranoid. Didn't realize it gave you reasons for it." Suffice to say, real or imagined, I've been rather straight-arrow since.
When in middle school I was just a little brat. I used to put dirt in this one teacher's coffee every day. Never got caught because none of the kids liked him. Evidently my legacy lived on and some other kids started doing it the next year, but they got caught! We had off campus lunch our senior year in HS and we would sneak people out in the trunks of our cars, like so many have. When we would get back late, there was one teacher who would let us climb through his window and run to class. Once we had to hide under clothes and stuff in the car because we came back late and the AP was out looking for late people. More than a few times, we would go to lunch and just never come back to school. Once in HS when the teacher left, I decided it was a good time to go out the window and walk around on the roof. My loser friends then shut the window and all I could do was sulk when the teacher came back and yelled at me. Stupid friends...
I remember all my senior year cutting trysts fondly as well. I almost didn't graduate because I had too many unexcused absences. But it was either go to Film and Lit class, which I hated, or hang out with my friends at the Chinese Food Buffet.
I was in the same boat! My last two classes were sports med and math and both were so easy I felt like I didn't have to go. By the end of the year I had about 30 absences in each class, which should have failed me. Luckily, the teachers liked me for some reason, gave me extra work, and I graduated top 10 in my class Remembered another one- in HS I took German online. For whatever reason I told the online teacher that everyone called me Funk Master Wiggg (THREE g's), Wiggg for short. So that's what she called me all year. I thought it was the funniest thing ever.
When I was in first grade, I snuck into the woods during recess and that was a big no-no. My one and only visit to the principals office. My junior year in high school, I would sneak off campus during my free period. That is about it for my shenanigans...
I've seen every episode of NYPD Blue, Law and Order (the original), The Wire, The Shield, and many worse cop shows (Blind Justice comes to mind. Wait, never mind that was awesome and it had a blind detective and a dog, it was awesome). Suffice it to say, I know when someone is trying to incriminate me. I pass.
I wasn't perfect, but I was pretty "boring". I've never tried to smoke anything or try alcohol and I didn't kiss anyone until after high school. Someone tried to get fresh with me once and I was like What the heck?! :lol: I was with friends when a couple of things happened (TPing, etc.), but I was too afraid to really participate except for this one time...but it was pretty insignificant. I never skipped school or snuck out. Then again, I didn't need to as my dad was pretty lax with things. He gave me a curfew one day in my life that I can recall...he must have had a funny feeling about what my friend and I were getting into. The insane thing is, my mother thought I was doing drugs and witchcraft. And yet I was squeaky clean. That was extremely frustrating to me as you can imagine. So, while I had fun and have good and silly memories, nothing for the books.
If you ask any of my classmates they will tell you I was squeaky clean, if you ask the kids I hung with on the weekends who went to a different school they will give you a different story. In high school I found it best to party with students from other schools so nothing would get back to the people I had see every day. Diarrheaous (real name Darius) taught me that lesson my freshmen year when the school was a buzz with the story of what happened when he drank way to much one weekend.
I was pretty tame, since my parents had a handful with my younger sister. (18 months apart). I did wet paper towels and throw them onto the ceiling in the girls' bathroom. I got caught, and I was horrified. First time ever to the principal's office. I was 9. (a popular girl asked me to do it, and I caved to peer pressure) In high school we TP'd houses, and I did take my parents' car to a boy's house in another city after I told my dad I was going down the street to my friend's house.I locked the keys in the car, and he said he'd be right down to give me the spare. I had to come clean, and he was very upset. I remember walking in after the police came and unlocked my door and just handed him the keys. The worst thing I did was letting my girlfriend drive my parent's car (she did not even have her temps yet). I was "teaching" her how to drive, and she ran into a house! We weren't going fast, but we did damage the porch. We were in the police car, and when my dad came up and told the cops he was responsible for us, we burst into tears. The cops felt sorry for us and let us off if we fixed the lady's house within 1 month!!!
I wasn't a terrible kid, and I was really too busy to do much. A friend and I wet toilet paper and threw it on the girl's bathroom ceiling, too, that was 4th grade I think. I punched a 6th grader in the nose and broke it when I was in 5th grade because he kept calling my best friend Skeletons I Tp'd my junior high librarian's house after my friend's and I went trick or treating there and realized he lived with our English teacher (male) I skipped my Spanish class for about two weeks my senior year to go to choir and play piano and my mother got wind of it and grabbed me by the ear and dragged me to class. She showed up every day to make sure I was there until I dropped it. I didn't tell my parents I was taking their car to the beach on senior skip day (1 1/2 hour drive), nor did they know there was a senior skip day. I got a little too cozy once or twice with my lighting assistant in the light booth at my high school theatre and got caught by my theatre teacher. In college, my friends and I used to throw the lemon meringue onto the ceiling and take bets on how long it would be there - longest was one week (I won.)
I went to catholic school. I was good! The only minor trouble I had was 6th grade. On a dare, I took the wreath off St. Francis' head and replaced it with a baseball cap. It was up for a while before my principal noticed. :lol: A friend and I also ditched choir practice to hide in the cafeteria and eat all the choir snacks. We only got caught cause we were stupid enough to exit a totally different door than the rest of the choir. My mom was immediately like "Where have you been?!" :unsure:
How did you all get clearance to do Phantom? I've been told you have to get the okay from ALW. Very jealous--Phantom is my favorite ever.
You can license it through R&H Theatricals. Whether or not ALW approves it directly is another matter, but there is a school edition that has been going out for about 3 years now.
When I was in 11th grade, my sister, our friend, and I were all in the same art class. One day, we were helping the art teacher paint the art tables black and the chairs red after school. We three had a common enemy, call her Darlene. It was this girl that we'd had some words with for awhile. Well, those wooden chairs had a groove in the seat to make sitting more comfortable. We made sure that Darlene's chair ended up with extra paint in that groove - paint that would not fully dry over the weekend. We were the first period art class. Monday morning, she sat down on her chair, stood up, and there was red paint all over the seat of her jeans. No idea how that happened - *ahem* the teacher saw it as paint not drying. Of course, we made fun of her for looking like she'd had an accident on herself for the rest of the year. This was NOT bullying as she and her friends were always starting stuff with us. It was an ongoing battle.
I have a confession to make: I am the lone white sheep in a family of black sheep. Honest, we kid about it all the time. I'm not the one who used to jump from one garage roof to the next, over a chain link fence. (Oh, I climbed up on the roof, but jumped into my own yard.) I'm not the one who started a fire by playing with matches in the paint room. (My older sister and I were sitting, and the dog went crazy at the basement door. She, the brave one, went down to investigate and called up for water. So I brought her a glass. How as I to know there was a fire and she wasn't just thirsty????) I'm not either of the ones who crashed into EACH OTHER on their motorcycles. They were driving 2 blocks to the deli- -for milk. Apparently whoever was in the lead didn't signal (again, it was the deli. Whoever was in the rear probably should have anticipated the turn). It wasn't a serious accident-- I think a broken arm was the worst of it. But I was the one who had to break the news to dad when he got home from work a few minutes later. I was not the one who played ring and run. I was always afraid of getting caught. I was not the one who broke the motor to the boat my parents rented up in Lake George. We all chipped in to get it fixed so our parents wouldn't know what happened. They couldn't figure out why none of us had any spending money that year. I was not the one who rode her unicycle down the first floor hallway of our school. I was not the one who broke her toe doing a handstand-- against a window which, predictably enough, broke. Whenever we all get together, we laugh about the great times we had as kids, and about how I was most likely to be curled up somewhere with a book, reading instead of getting in trouble.
I am jealous that you have someone in your family who can ride a unicycle. That was a skill I tried to learn for years. BTW, in following up with my story, I MIGHT have told my mother about this whole thing right before I moved to Ohio (which would've been almost 20 years after the alleged event). If I did, which I'm not saying happened, it would have been in the middle of the faculty cafeteria of my alma mater during her lunch period. That laughter would've been heard far into the hallway if it occurred.
Here's a good one that I almost forgot... when we were seniors, my friend was driving a Yugo. Such a POJ car, but she loved that thing. Every day, the guys would go out after football practice, pick up the back end, and turn it sideways in her parking spot so she would have to wait until the two cars on either side of her left. Taking a cue from cat, I MAY have been the one who suggested picking it up and putting inside the vestibule of the school. If there were photographic evidence of this alleged event, it would be some great pictures!
I was the good kid . . . no trouble for parents, no trouble for teachers, other parents trusted me to keep their children out of trouble. I still had a lot of fun, so I must have been doing something right. I'll admit that I was a champion note-passer in middle and high schools.
I rarely ever got into trouble as a kid. I was too afraid to do something wrong because of consequences at home if I got caught. As I got older I learned that it was just a matter of not getting caught. The only things I really ever did that were "bad" was the occasional cheating in high school. But when a teacher leaves their grade book out on the desk and leaves the room, it is like an invitation to adjust some grades. Other than that I didn't really do much of anything. I was rather boring as a kid and didn't cause trouble. Must be why I am doing my best to make up for it as an adult.
There was also this time I recall in college where a trophy (used for a dorm competition, homecoming maybe) went missing. I heard that the case the trophy was kept in at the time was never locked, so the culprit was easily able to escape with it as it was after hours and nobody was watching the lobby.
I took a series of classes that led to daycare certification in high school. Our senior year we had to go out to child care centers and work for 2 hours a day. The bus would drop us off at the bottom of this big hill and we were supposed to walk the rest of the way to the day care. Well, we skipped our jobs most days. We would walk around town and have lunch, go shopping, etc. It was a very bad neighborhood, and I have to thank God we didn't get killed.
Same here, except the note-passing part. Reading during class or wasting a lot of time playing minesweeper during my independent study for my online classes was about it. Part of that comes from being in a small school--one building, 400 kids K-12. When everybody knows who you are and where you are supposed to be at all times, it's a little harder to be sneaking around causing mischief! Oh, I did skip school one day during my junior year (it was actually my mom's idea). All of my classes were with the seniors, and they were on their class trip. I would probably have ended up in the library all day. We had a big paper due for our English class, but everyone else was gone so they would have been able to turn it in the next day. I hadn't finished it, so my mom told me to stay home and work on it. My grandparents were visiting though, so we told them I wasn't feeling well...
We got caught in the school on Sat. by a teacher and Monday I got the hardest paddling ever. Seems like it was 2 swats. But I saved my real stupidity for HS. My disclaimer is I grew up in the sixties early 70s. I was a good kid, really. So my Sr year my most of my friends smoked and then most smoked p@t. So after carefully observing them for awhile I realized the famous MJ movie(Reefer Madness) about it was a lie. So we began the before school ritual of altering our state of conscientiousness. It worked out because 1st period was chorus. Great times. Here is where it gets scary and funny. We practiced months with this jazzy song that actually had a drum solo. The drummer skipped town 3 days before the concert. So we got a sub (he had bought the real drummers old drum set). So we show up to the concert in our usual state of oblivion (we had practiced that way) and its all good and we are rocking his drum solo. He was good. BUT he forgot how to get out of it for us to begin singing again. Paranoia started to take affect. It seemed like forever but some how the chorus teacher got him back and wtih a HUGE collective sigh we hit our cue and finished the song. And last, I was on a committee with admins and students (advisory capacity) and the principal told everyone in there he KNEW there were drugs in the brown chevy at the corner of the parking lot. My chevy of course but he was Completely wrong. I was a dumazzz (as my dad said) but not stupid. Nothing ever became of it. Things were very different back then. btw my head has been clear of such nonsense going almost to 4 decades now.
Despite all the stuff I've ever done, I've still never smoked pot, which always amazes my friends because out here in Cali, it's pretty much what everyone does, and our HS was known as having the largest pothead population. It even amazed my parents, when I assured them that I never smoked pot. (My dad did, and so did my little sister.) I honestly don't think smoking pot is that bad, but it's not something I could do and still be productive. I also tend to have an addictive personality, so I try to avoid things like substance abuse, TV, and video games (and sometimes internet forums, xD ). Actually, when I was in High School, me and a friend ran "Operations". She was part of JROTC, and I used to pretend I was a spy from the CIA, and would train my friends (oh lawd, we had such imaginations), but we would go in, and "hack" into our teacher's computers and change our grades. It was bad. But we had a lot of fun spying on the teacher's hands when he checked our grades to find the approximate areas of the keyboard he typed in to find the most probably passwords, and putting tape in front of motion sensors, and poker chips in door frames to keep doors open. We eventually got caught and suspended. I was really not proud of how I acted under that pressure, but I will never forget the lesson I learned from that.
I was a terror and I despised school for a large part of my academic career. There was this one boy that used to make fun of me in kindergarten. I broke his nose. When it was time for reading in first, I had a tendency to hide under the table. My dad had to walk up to the school and yell at me (I also struggled with reading which had a huge part in it.) 2nd grade was better I finally started to get reading. 3rd was bad. I just didn't like the teacher. She used to make me stand in the corner when I would misbehave. Eventually she would just send me outside by myself. I continued to get into fights on the playground. I mellowed out for 4th-8th grades. I learned how to blend into the background. Then in 9th grade I discovered skipping. Water balloons out of the second story windows, putting bubbles in the fountains, switching out the morning show tape. Yet somehow I became a teacher...still trying to figure that one out.
