How an entire year group got expelled
well, more like asked to leave, but still, it sounds cooler this way.

Long ago were the days when I was but a young mouse in the fields of my school. And such times were about to draw to an end at school, as all the upper sixth (18 years old for those that don't know) came into school for their last ever Monday before breaking up and leaving on exam study leave. Naturally, we could not let such an event past without leaving out mark upon the school that had given us so much fu..., enjoy..., well, so much over the years.

So it came to pass that on this final Monday, the entire school came in to find that we had indeed left our mark on the school. Quite a lot of marks actually. It started simple, with the usual tricks. Wallpapering up the entrance to the school; breaking onto the roof and replacing the school flag with a Jolly Roger, leaving fish in hard to reach places, the usual. However, this was only the start.

One group had decided to spray paint, in bright green, in big letters their feelings of certain teachers onto the ramp leading down to the staff car park. Imagine the delight on said teachers face when he comes down to see that "[said teacher] fucks pigs" among many glittering delights.

Bury surely the piece d'resistance of this motley crew was this: taking that our school had a rather large cricket field in the middle of the grounds, these scamps did 2 things; first to drive a car all over it, cutting the turf up no end. A mild annoyance you might think, but considering the pride the school put into the field, the emotional damage was quite high.

Second: they applied weedkiller all over the cricket field. And when I say all over, I they took their time to draw out a massive cock and balls (with mandatory three drops) onto this cricket field, and then made a not unflattering comparison between the cricketing phallus and the deputy head. This was genius as far as a lot of people, including myself, were concerned, as not only did the weedkiller kill the grass, leaving the imprint in the ground, but the school painted over it in green, trying to camouflage it. Instead, this only extenuated the problem as the different colours made it easier to see.

So when the entire year group is called in at 11am that morning, and told in no uncertain terms to clear out their lockers and get out, many left with a sense of pride, as we all felt we had achieved something that day. And then we went to the pub.

Length? About 4 years to fully get rid of it
(Die FlederMaus Is 24 hours from Tulsa, at, Tue 12 Oct 2010, 22:26, Reply)