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more funny than crazy...
Our socials teacher wasn't in class yet and for some reason, a guy tells the most athletic girl in the school to arm wrestle this other guy. She's like huge and pumps weights and stuff. so they start arm wrestling and everyone in the class starts yelling and cheering and jumping up and down and stuff. she wins and everyone's screaming and laughing like crazy. just then, our teacher walks in and everybody runs to their seat and the whole room is silent in 2 seconds. he asks people what happened but everyone's giving the i-have-no-idea-what-happened answers. noone wants to rat anyone out. so our teacher, who's also the soccer coach, makes everyone get down on the ground and do 20 pushups while he counts. it was hilarious, seeing everyone on the ground, esp those girls with heels and dresses
another time some friends and i went outside and got some snow to bring into our 2nd floor class. we're sitting at one end of the room and start throwing snowballs at this guy sitting in the front on the other side of the room while the teacher's writing on the board. we throw it hard and it makes a huge BOOM when it hits the wall. teacher turns around to see all this ice on the wall and demands to know what happened. so we tell him that someone threw a snowball from outside. the fact that the snowball had to go up 2 stories, make a 90 degree turn and shoot through the window on our side all the way to the other side of the room didn't seem strange to our teacher, that was the best part 
I was in Grade 9 and new to the school (my third move in 2 years) and I went to my French class. (Total French Immersion)
The bitch asked me to intro myself, and I did. I used a verb tense and a few words that wern't familiar to her, and she 'dissed me in front of the whole class, mocking my accent. Her exact words were 'Worse than a Haitian". (I could tell by the way she spoke that she wasn't a Parisian, but a provincial French girl.)
I replied, "And where was you're family in 1940? I bet they were a bunch of Vichy France traitors, meanwhile, my people faught at Normandy, while you're people sat back on your fat ass and did nothing. And now you immigrate to my country, a country where my people have lived for 400 years, and you mock the WAY I SPEAK? Who the fuck are you? Go back to France and service Nazi soldiers, you Imperialist Provincial whore."
She freaked out. Threatened me. I told her that I'd repeat the Haitian remark all the way to the school board, and report the way she mocked the Acadian accent..and Haitians.
She sent me back to my seat and tried to glaze things over with me...and I did very well in the class. Bad enough when teacher's are racist.
well, we did the tame movin of team mates cars, starting a food fight in class with tomatoe slices, going to the guiness brewery while we are supposed to be on a school sponsored trip.
so those are the minor ones...umm..A guy pulled a chair out from under a teacher while she was sitting down, she broke her tailbone.
We put a watch timer on one of those toys that rolls around and made the timer go off ever 27 minutes or somehting...we hid this toy in the ceiling of one class and the teacher went crazy trying to find the beeping(which kept moving) eventually the batteries died
It was raining dictionaries one day..throwing dictionaries out the third floor window to the classes below us lauging @ the falling texts
others too, but its dinner time so I gotta go
damn...i am forced to conclude that i am a loser...though i am only a soph...i need to get some balls and try somethign
anyway may english teacher used to be a biker, alcoholic, addict type guy, and this was a great story he told us that must repeat:
He went to a high school where the Senior hallway was like 1/4 mile long (huge school, 800 peepz/grade) and he had the brilliant idea to take his harley down it....his friend opened the door at the end and let him in, and he took of. according to him, he got up to like 50 MPH. the hallway was straight and he had to exit left before the trophy case. He started slowing down way to late and nearly took out the trophy case, had to go around it and back...he got caught. This hallway was lined with classrooms, and his bike was loud....
DAMN that would be so fucking funny
o well
maybe i get some good storys sometime
2 stories:
Once class I had senior year was 2 hours long, but with a 30 minute lunch break in the middle. We always got back to class before the teacher, so we would take a copy of the weekly quiz from his desk and shrink it on a copy machine. Every person in the class had a mini copy of the test in their hand while we took it.
My one friend fell asleep in class, so we tied his shoelace to the book rack under the desk. We woke him up and when he tried to get up, he fell over and the desk landed on top of him. The entire class died laughing.
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| Originally posted by Ur Dream Grl LOL.. Bren, I have no idea.. I think i used Loris because my middle name is "lawrence".. and she understood as "loris".. laura was just something i said it from the top of my head.. hahahhahahahah yeah i was crazy in high school..but i did my work though.. heheh.. xoxoUr Dream Grl |
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