I knew I was failing maths
although I was in the top set, so I stopped trying. Nothing downright evil, just fun little distractions to get me through the lessons.

I was the "bad influence" in the class. When we were supposed to be doing problem solving using counters or blocks I encouraged my classmates to play poker and bet with them. The teacher failed to appreciate that it was still maths...

I made ramps using all our books and files to see how far the sellotape would fly when launched from the top.

My favourite though - on the day the teacher wore an angora cardigan, I stuck double-sided sticky tape all around the edge of the table and kept putting my hand up for her to come and look at my work so she got stuck to it.

It's probably little wonder that after getting stoned one lunchtime and throwing an almighty whitey which lasted throughout double maths she was unsympathetic as I sat there wishing for death.
( warmfuzzies Isn't here, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 10:10, Reply)