The primary school was quite normal,
as I was a geek kid (math and chess).

But then I discovered booze and philosophy, so the word turned upside down. Where should I start?

Living in a shitty country, the water would run out for a few hours once in a while. That's why they kept those large barrels of water in the bathrooms so classes could send someone to clean the sponges.

Well, we just waited until someone entered to take a dump during the breaks, checked if he was alone in there then tipped the barrel of dirty water in the direction of the stall. That's roughly 500 litres of drink washing your feet, at full speed, in a limited space.

What else? Well, building a large, foul spit for a few minutes, then projecting it onto the ceiling, and sitting near the spot for the whole break waiting it to fall on the heads of unsuspecting passers.

Pissing in a bottle, on Friday, in winter, than spraying the piss on the radiators at the end of the day. Imagine the smell on Monday.

When we randomly met the Latin teacher (a small, jovial figure, but such an airhead) we would suck up to him, make compliments while dragging him to our class. The guy would forget where he was going in the process, would enter the class and start teaching. Then the real teacher would pop in, accusing him of stealing classes and such. Worked about 3 times.

I won't even start about skipping classes (bars would see no problem selling booze to 16-year-olds)...
(randomset, Sat 31 Jan 2009, 9:37, Reply)