Oh yeah and...
One that could be considered a little more rebellious, or just common sense depending on your point of view, was my little backlash against my home economics teacher in Year 9. When reprimanded for not paying attention, I retaliated with a mouthful of insolence arguing that if she tried teaching me to cook actual food instead of f**king peanut, rice and banana salads and other such shite, I might actually be interested enough to listen.

Ooh the memories are coming back now. In middle school, we were baking christmas shortbread or something (seemed like dog biscuits to me). My mixture wasn't binding together like it was supposed to so I asked for some more milk to make it work. I was promptly told that I had the correct measure of all the ingredients and that everyone else was managing quite well. I needed something to moisten the mixture and didn't have a tap handy, so I produced an almighty phlegm-wad and sneakily dropped it in the mix. It actually worked rather well and I didn't give a shit, since I certainly wouldn't be eating that muck. My 'coup-de-grace' came when another teacher was passing through the room and complimented my freshly baked biscuits, to which I insisted they took one to enjoy with their coffee during break. The only person knowing about my 'secret ingredient' was a (still) close friend who couldn't decide whether to be more amused or apalled.

There was the dogshit-on-teaspoon event too but I think I've shared that here before.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Tue 24 Jul 2007, 16:44, Reply)