Pranks You Played On The Teacher?

[AceofClubs]

In needlework classes Miss Robinson would confiscate any sweets she found.One of the girls had either cola cubes or rum and butter sweets bought by the quarter without wrappings.We had the brilliant idea of putting sewing machine oil on them and leaving the bag on the desk.Bingo it worked.Next day she didn't come in to school and we thought we had poisoned her. No such luck,she appeared even more strict.No talking at the back!

[Psybbo]

Ever ready tony;-)

[tonyav]

Hey I was 4th form sibton ;-)

[Kiki-frog]

lcg76 - am I right in thinking you grew up in Stroud? If so, that confession doesn't surprise me in the least!

[lcg]

yup kiki. how do you remember that?

[missprim]

Kiki-frog was That teacher :-)

[lcg]

well....unless kiki has had a sex change....perhaps not! i went to the 'posh' girls school and my history teacher was wicked. he caught me one day when he went round for a fag and i crapped myself. instead....he said gis a bit!

[suagrtits]

we once put cellotape over my teachers glasses when he was out of the classroom, we later found out from other teachers that he went home complaining of blurred vision and headaches, not funny for him, hysterical for us as he was a horrible b*****d. Some people should NEVER be teachers lol

[Brinjal]

I went to an all girls school, convent taught by nuns, so when we got our first male teacher we were all excited on to find a small balding little man,with tufts of orange hair who wore a tan suit with either orange or lime green socks. So he became a figure of ridicule. When he would ask the class a question he would always ask the one girl Jane to answer didnt matter who else put their hand up it was always What do you think Jane. So he drove a little fiat bambino car. (also orange) He had a bumper sticker that said "Im having a love affair with a fiat" so we made a sticker to cover the fiat bit so it now read" im having a love affair with Jane." He went absolutly nuts. So did the mother superior and three of us were suspended for a week and had detention for a month.

[mrs_overall]

I had a dried up old spinster of an RE teacher who was forever measuring our skirt lengths and checking we weren't wearing patent leather shoes that might reflect our undies. She once picked on me for not having my (very long) hair tied up. We had her class once a week, first lesson after lunch and every week I would spend that lunchtime coaxing my hair into ever more ridiculous styles. The best two were when I combed it forward into a ponytail where my fringe was (I looked like Cousin It) and another time I had a 15" high mohican style.
As a retirement gift she was bought a garden lounger which was presented to her during assembly. She climbed onto it and it folded up on her. All we could see were a pair of waving legs, clad in knee length red flannel drawers.
She died shortly after that.

[gness]

Our crazy music teacher always made a late entrance,flung open the door, head in the air and threw the pile of music he was carrying onto the piano. He must have practised for hours after school because he never missed and would glance around the class for our (also well practised) looks of admiration. Until the day we hid his piano in the stock cupboard. A small prank but worth it for the look of shock when the music went skittering across the floor.

[HowardKennitby]

None of us would have dared play pranks on teachers. It was not that sort of school.

[firewatch]

Just thinking back, one of the lads in my sisters year hacked into a teachers log in-this teacher was the head of IT. They reset every single password to the school, and managed to change the door security codes as well. Clever Sugar went to oxford and is now very well paid

[New Judge]

My school had a large marble-floored entrance hall with a life-size statue of the founder and boards on the wall listing the names of former headmasters and head prefects. There were about four steps up from the pavement to enter the entrance hall. Pupils were not allowed to enter the school by way of the entrance hall and were only allowed in there on founder’s day when the school was visited by the governers.

One of the senior masters, Mr Hamilton, had bought a brand new white Mini which he parked outside the school. On the last day of one summer term the school rowing club (of which I was a member) held an end of term meeting in the pub on the corner. Following the meeting we quickly manhandled Mr Hamilton’s Mini into the entrance hall, closed the door and set off for the hols.

Not surprisingly retribution was expected on the first day of the new term. But all that happened at assembly was that the school was “reminded” of the strict rule forbidding pupils from entering the Entrance Hall.

Happy Days !!!

[Kiki-frog]

missprim - I can see the headline now 'Dope-smoking sex change history teacher unmasked by sleuth on Q&A website'. But no, it wasn't me. I just remember lcg saying that she grew up in Stroud, which is full of eccentrics, weirdos and pot-heads.

I don't remember any particular school pranks, but I do remember one lunch time a friend and I accidentally-on-purpose locked ourselves in an upstairs tutorial room to avoid a domestic science lesson. We did this by unscrewing the door handle on the inside, although I can't remember what we found to use as a screwdriver.

After a few minutes of thinking how wild and rebellious we were, the penny dropped and we realised that we were actually trapped in this room. Doh! As panic began to set in, I decided that it would be possible to climb out of the window, onto a gable over a downstairs window and slide down to freedom. My friend was having none of it, however, so I decided to go on my own.

Unfortunately a particularly fierce maths teacher was teaching in the room below, saw my legs dangling over the classroom window and my ungraceful slither to the ground. 'You, girl, come here!' came the dreaded cry. All I could do was ham it up shamelessly, saying how the door handle had come off, we'd been trapped for ages, we were terrified, I thought I'd die climbing down from the window, and my friend had fainted, etc, etc. The teacher then ran upstairs, liberated my friend, who'd heard my performance and promptly did some very convincing swooning.

So we were taken off to the school secretary's office and given hot sweet tea, the headmistress sent out for some sandwiches for us as I'd said we'd been trapped for an hour and therefore would have missed lunch (which we hadn't), and the caretaker was asked why the door handle had been loose in the first place. (He was a miserable old git, so I don't feel bad about getting him into trouble.)

And we missed the domestic science lesson. Result!