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School Teacher
I was a pretty keen computing student during my A-Levels and I had one almightily incompetant teacher, on the plus side though he let me do anything I wanted to. Eventually some of the class complained that he wasn't actually teaching them, so my head of year had a chat with me asking about this. I of course, not wanting to lose out on the good thing I had going(I was by then excused lessons), stood up for him. The next week he tried to ridicule me and another lad who was in the same situation in front of the class.

As a result my friend and I waged a small campain against him until we left. To start with I tried the obvious one; put a trojan on his computer, this required the use of his password. This was achieved by the addition of a second mouse into his computer and cicking back into the username box as he presses tab. A subtle use of sellotape over his yale lock enabled access to his office. From there I proceeded to print off all of the class's UCAS references and place them in locations about the school as well as more conventional trojan nuisances. Problem was being a bit of a monkey he never noticed.

Step 2, the blatent. Requiring a more obvious vengeance my mate determined to cellophane his car and I mean with lots of cellophane. Never being one to be outdone I cordoned of his entire block with black plastic sheeting over every door/window, police tape wrapped around it and biohazard signs on the doors. This had the desired effect but only made us thirsty for more.

A number of attempts followed with mixed success:
1) The room was rearranged to be upside down, mirrored and backwards on numerous occasions.
2) The power would randomly go off in the entire room (easy access to the breaker, tut tut)
3) The doors were removed during a lesson and then returned just before the caretakers arrived(This nearly didn't happen as somebody tried to take revenge on me and nick the screws)
4) The power buttons were moved to the keyboards, each key reading around the room:
"mr*******haslostit"
5)His mobile number, which he had given us, was posted around school.
6)Various computer kit mysteriously stopped working and then components started turning up in the wrong places including the cctv camera installed to stop it, you should always check the cabling of the security system.
7) The locks on his door seemed to change randomly, actually there were two locks in the room, the first on the main door and the second on his office and they were regularly switched over and then replaced by maintainance
8) Tennis balls in his exhaust ( a volvo 440 mk1 glt), various other stuff on his car.
9) Plus a few more I can't remember including the obvious verbal abuse.

As the term drew to a close and we realised that we were running out of time my friend decided to push the boundaries and stalk his daughter, who was "too good for us". I didn't support this but I have to confess to a great deal of mirth, especially when the daughter by all accounts seemed pleased by it.

In return my teacher couldn't extract revenge my normal means, by this time I was more credible in the school than him and he resorted to marking down my coursework (involving a 40,000 word report) which was then moderated up to 100% externally giving everyone more marks and by not giving me the sixth form prize for computing, shock horror :-), my electronics teacher did the same.

He is currently still teaching and my brother is at the school and still working hard to torment him. I am still not entirely sure why, he was great one day and the next day he stepped accross the teacher-pupil relationship line by taking the mick and he was done for.

Ironically the only thing that anyone was actually done for was a muppet who accidentally threw an old monitor down the flight of stars narrowly missing the teacher.
(Sun 16th May 2004, 0:28, More)

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Another cadet story. A few years ago I was on a leadership course and we had a mascot(a fluffy teddy) and my flight was tasked with looking after it. Of course somebody from another flight managed to get hold of it and boot it firmly into a rather large patch of nettles, as a result I had to go and fetch it. Later that night members of my flight sneaked up to the corridor this flight occupied, on the second floor and retrieved this toerag carefully so as not to wake him. Apparently members of his on flight didn't care for him much either as no resistance was put up. He was then placed in the identical room on the ground floor, being an air force course personal items were not allowed to be on display. In the morning we came in just before revaille and picked him up and carried him to the window, just as he saw my face we through him out. Thinking he was being thrown out of a second floor window he can't have been amused.

This had seemed like a great idea at the time but counter revenge soon took hold, the next day we were out in the field, one of our exercises was to build a raft and cross a lake, having been given only half enough stuff and being under awkward conditions the raft sank. Upon swimming back to the bank, I discovered that someone had nicked not only my dry clothes but also my sleeping bag. That night we were in bivvies and I was wearing wet clothes with no sleeping bag, fortunately somebody rescued me at about 4 in the morning and I spent the next day in the medical centre recovering from the onset of hypothermia.

Apparently something was done by my flight to him in another bout of revenge, all I ever found out was that it involved a bridge and a river but in response he acted against me, fair enough.

On the last night of the course I went to bed completely shattered and I got pulled out of bed at about 2 in the morning by said bloke and a couple of other guys, I didn't wake up until I was halfway down the corridor but was to tired to do anything anyway I got pulled into the bathroom and got unceremoniously dumped into a bath of cold water and got pushed under water. In my efforts to escape I managed to grab one of their collars and pull. Unexpectedly I didn't rise but the guy I was holding's head dropped smartly and connected with some force into the tap. After much cursing they departed and I realised I was lying in a cold bath wearing just my boxers and soaked in this guys blood.

The next morning at our final parade he was wearing a make shift bandage around his head. Some guy asked him about this afterwards and he shouted at me saying I was a "f***ing nutter", I think maybe the single pull I had imagined might have been quite a few, considering the quantity of blood.

There were actually quite a few stories of revenge on that course including a few more by me. I suspect I came off better on that story, although another revenge by somebody different for something else was a different case. I think it is sufficive to say that I made a comment about him and it resulted in bricks meeting my knee caps.

Sorry about the length of the post, but you do get several for the price of one.
(Sat 15th May 2004, 19:38, More)

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Cadets
When I was 14 I was a very dedicated air force cadet and wanted to become an air force pilot. In my cadet force there was an award for the best cadet and in this particular year I won it, I think fairly, more likely only because my family has military history.
Anyway I used to live in Germany and I returned around the time Germany played England in Euro '96, so I was considered to be German/Nazi scum.
A fellow cadet who rather considered the award to be rightfully his, decided to take it upon himself to steal the rather large trophy, he then replaced the airforce emblem on it with a carved in swastika. The trophy was then presented to me on parade in front of 70 odd sniggering cadets.
(Sat 15th May 2004, 10:43, More)