After carving my name intothe nice soft brick of an isolated school wall in 3 inch high, quarter inch deep letters and then rubbing some soot into them to make them read better, for some reason the headmaster called me into his study.
He asked me if I'd carved my name on the wall. I said 'No. Do you seriously think I'm stupid enough to carve my own name into a wall?'
He let me go.
I went back there a couple of years ago - my name was still there in huge letters :)
(He asked me if I'd carved my name on the wall. I said 'No. Do you seriously think I'm stupid enough to carve my own name into a wall?'
He let me go.
I went back there a couple of years ago - my name was still there in huge letters :)
chthonic,
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 12:08,
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there issome graffiti at the top of my scholl, which claims to be from the 1800`s. The school was built in about 1923!
Although it is carved in very good gothic script.
(Although it is carved in very good gothic script.
Greenbat,
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 12:12,
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My schoolhad pre-war stuff scratched into the walls - probably the real thing, too, as it was almost half an inch deep by the time I was there.
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Tue 25 Nov 2003, 20:33,
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Ah, school hi-jinks... :)On the related subject of encounters with the headmaster's office...
Whilst I was at school at the age of 14 my class was ordered to make a class magazine as an "audition" for making the school magazine. Participation was not optional.
Of course, your old pal Orin didn't want to do this, but I cheered up immensely when I was saddled with the "agony aunt" page. I didn't have to answer the letters, sadly enough (I would have had so much fun) but I DID have to supply fake agony aunt letters to the gaggle of girls who were going to answer them. Rubbing my hands gleefully, I sat down and wrote a sob story from our maths teacher, who was well-known for an all-encompassing body odour (thus earning his the nickname "kipper" or "pilchard"). The letter naturally complained about how his hideous stench left his friendless and quite unable to meet enough women to satsfy his rampant libido.
Finding my own work rather amusing, I got up from my desk to fetch one of the others and show off my handiwork... only to find the piece of lined A4 on which I had composed this masterpiece missing upon my return. It turns out that one Mr. Tom Graham, stalwart loony of our class, had decided to grab the letter and take a short walk into the lower school building, where he pinned it up outside the deputy head's office.
Of course, the first I find out about this is an hour later when Mr. Price sees this upon returning to his office and comes to fetch the culprit. Through an examination of handwriting he'd narrowed it down to two members of the class. Knowing that the other suspect had a full alibi (and an alternative piece of work as evidence of this) I owned up, and was taken back to the office for a bollocking.
Once the door had shut behind me I was told that in no uncertain terms my behaviour was disgusting and that if I evber pulled anything of that nature again I would be suspended without question. The Mr. Price broke into a bizarre grin, and told me that, strictly off the record, my letter had been the most amusing and apt thing he had read all year, and that it had gone down a storm in the staff room when he had passed it around that morning.
So, basically, I got away scot free.
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Tue 25 Nov 2003, 13:35,
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Whilst I was at school at the age of 14 my class was ordered to make a class magazine as an "audition" for making the school magazine. Participation was not optional.
Of course, your old pal Orin didn't want to do this, but I cheered up immensely when I was saddled with the "agony aunt" page. I didn't have to answer the letters, sadly enough (I would have had so much fun) but I DID have to supply fake agony aunt letters to the gaggle of girls who were going to answer them. Rubbing my hands gleefully, I sat down and wrote a sob story from our maths teacher, who was well-known for an all-encompassing body odour (thus earning his the nickname "kipper" or "pilchard"). The letter naturally complained about how his hideous stench left his friendless and quite unable to meet enough women to satsfy his rampant libido.
Finding my own work rather amusing, I got up from my desk to fetch one of the others and show off my handiwork... only to find the piece of lined A4 on which I had composed this masterpiece missing upon my return. It turns out that one Mr. Tom Graham, stalwart loony of our class, had decided to grab the letter and take a short walk into the lower school building, where he pinned it up outside the deputy head's office.
Of course, the first I find out about this is an hour later when Mr. Price sees this upon returning to his office and comes to fetch the culprit. Through an examination of handwriting he'd narrowed it down to two members of the class. Knowing that the other suspect had a full alibi (and an alternative piece of work as evidence of this) I owned up, and was taken back to the office for a bollocking.
Once the door had shut behind me I was told that in no uncertain terms my behaviour was disgusting and that if I evber pulled anything of that nature again I would be suspended without question. The Mr. Price broke into a bizarre grin, and told me that, strictly off the record, my letter had been the most amusing and apt thing he had read all year, and that it had gone down a storm in the staff room when he had passed it around that morning.
So, basically, I got away scot free.
awesomeas the saying goes, "If you don't have something nice to say, say something mean but funny."
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Pee-Bob,
Wed 26 Nov 2003, 4:42,
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I was a really bad weevil when I was in school!I went to a private Christian school and got into HEAPS of mischief! (Partly because I was not part of their church and questioned religion a lot)
Once I threw my desk across the room and got the strap from the head master. But the best thing I did was steal a pair of glasses from a friend in the neighborhood who didn't go to my school and I wore them for about two weeks getting all the attention blablabla, but then I got bored with that and stopped wearing them. Because I didn't want to get caught out in a lie I told the class that the glasses were giving me headaches and I needed to get contacts instead.
Having done that I could stop the entire class and have them at my feet looking for "lost contacts" when ever I was bored! (I think I only did it 2 or 3 times)
HAHAHA stupid happy baby orangutan! I was only 9!!!
(Once I threw my desk across the room and got the strap from the head master. But the best thing I did was steal a pair of glasses from a friend in the neighborhood who didn't go to my school and I wore them for about two weeks getting all the attention blablabla, but then I got bored with that and stopped wearing them. Because I didn't want to get caught out in a lie I told the class that the glasses were giving me headaches and I needed to get contacts instead.
Having done that I could stop the entire class and have them at my feet looking for "lost contacts" when ever I was bored! (I think I only did it 2 or 3 times)
HAHAHA stupid happy baby orangutan! I was only 9!!!
Weevilgrl,
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 20:58,
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