Your most embarrassing moment at school?

Liar. We all know what goes on.

 

Who caught them if the teacher was oblivious?

 

Spoil sport, just because he wasn't getting any. I hope the teacher said, "I hope you've brought enough for everyone.", whilst unzipping his flies.

 

This music should have been playing in the background

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In one of my GCSE Geography lessons one boy had a posh **** then put it in another boy's pocket. Teacher was oblivious to it, despite us all moving seats further away from him!

 

Agreed. That is ****ing filth. The most I ever did was my last day of GCSE's (I was leaving the school). I had an absolutely disgusting can of fart spray, which is funny because it actually didn't smell like farts at all. It smelt like a soggy bag of dead rats and skunks, left in front of a radiator for a week on full blast with some butter and cream chucked in for good measure. Seriously, it was that bad.

I sprayed it on this guy's blazer, and around the locker area. STANK the place up. Smell was so bad the deputy headmaster came to every classroom and warned people off any further spraying of it. Never found out it was me.

 

In year 7 I got hit in the face with a tennis racket, cutting it open and bled for ages, leaving a stain on the courts for ages, still have the scar now. Funniest thing was that as I was rushed off to the medical room, mate of mine fainted at the sight of the blood and the lad who hit me started crying as he thought he'd killed me.

Was only a few days before the Play-Off final as well, was pretty worried about the doctor/mum telling me I couldn't go! God knows why but I was pretty worried about it.

 

You played tennis in school? La de da :biggrin:

 

Didn't everyone?

 

Yep. PE teacher always had me down as a loser till I wiped him off the court 6-0. :drinking:

 

Oh, just me then.

I retract my la de da.

 

El distraído's 'orrible smell recollection reminded me of my own odour misdemeanour.

In secondary school I used to take in a packed lunch (mmm.. roast beef & salad cream sarnies!) but one day, for some reason, I didn't eat them and they were left in my locker.
That particular lunch was corned beef and (probably) sweet piccalilli.

I rarely used my locker and the sandwiches were left. And left. And left a little longer just for good measure.
Hell, by that time they were beginning to reek pretty badly and I really didn't want to open the door to find out what was sprouting in there!

Then I became ill and was off school for a couple of weeks and by all accounts whatever had mutated inside that unventilated metal box surrounded by many other unventilated metal boxes was as good as knocking down the door to get away from its own rotting carcass.

In the end the smell became so bad the caretaker was called in to get rid of what was in there!

 

I just rememberd one time someone in our maths class was asleep with their head on their hand. Someone pushed their hand away and their head fell smack onto the table, blood everywhere he had to go home and came back the next day with stitches.

 

His tears acted as lubricant.

 

I hope the grass was found and tied naked to a tree.

 

#snitchesgetstitches

 

Hahaha! That's one of the best stories on here!

 

In my school someone did something similar to Doms school.

Someone stole some kind of gas/liquid from the science department in a little glass container. They also dropped it from the top of the stairs except it smashed on someone and burnt their skin off... What a ****.

 

In my school a gang of year 9s beat up a teacher and left him bleeding and unconscious in a a mobile classroom.

Another embarrassing time was in history class, a teacher who hated me, we were watching clips of mutated babies born in the wake of the Vietnam war with all the chemicals and birth defects and things. I felt faint so put my head on the table, and almost fainted, my hearing and vision went blurry and things. It turns out the teacher was shouting at me to leave the classroom but I couldn't hear her, and eventually she radioed for another teacher to remove me, but i didn't know until i felt a tap on my back from the head of year.

 

How is that embarrassing? That's terrible!

 

Minor burns I think, but still pretty bad!

 

God, I've got so many.

I was quite 'clever' at school but a bit of a joker as well, so I kind of got away with being a smart arse with some of the 'cool' teachers but didn't with some of the harsh ones. I was in a science lesson one day and my science teacher, who was partially deaf and had a hearing aid, accused me of kicking a chair/stool around at the back of the class. I hadn't actually done so mumbled '****s sake' to myself quietly only for the teacher to shout me out of the class.

I was the accused of telling the teacher to '**** off', of which I didn't do. Sadly, the head of the science department (who I had never spoken to or even knew much of him at all) had heard me shout '****ing hell' during a lunchtime football match just several days previous so I had no defence to the accusation. He told me that I had a 'dirty mouth' and deserved everything I got. Ended up being suspended for a few days. Remember absolutely ****ting my pants on my way home with my letter.

On his last day later that year, I caught the science teacher as he was leaving and despite it never being mentioned since, I told him that I hadn't said what he thought I did, but as I had accepted my punishment I felt I had the right to say 'thank you and **** off'. To which he smiled, shook my hand and wished me all the best.

 

I remember one winter, the whole school was on the playing field after a snowfall, with a sixth form versus the rest snowball fight. We weren't supposed to be on the field and snowballs were banned (health and safety, could have someone's eye out etc.)

One teacher came across the grounds and shouted to everyone to stop and it did. For about 20 seconds of dead silence. Then as the teacher began to walk away, one snowball whistled and hit him upside the head in a sweet impact. Before he could turn around to find the culprit, 1000 boys of ages 11-18 were pelting him with snowballs as he scurrried away, with no dignity.

One history lesson we were moved from our usual room into a tiny room which was barely big enough for the class. After a few minutes, the lesson was interrupted by an odour which smelled like sulphur, rotten eggs, poo and cabbage. Uproar ensued as the class choked, retched and clamoured for clean air. It was narrowed down to a quiet guy, called Ed, who rarely spoke and so thereafter, he was known around school as Stinky **** Ed. About 10 years later, speaking to a couple of mates I had stayed in touch with, one of them mentioned Stinky **** Ed. I creased up as we recounted the lesson where he earned his nickname and finally came clean. That was my arse which had produced that pungent aroma, the cross for which Ed had carried for the remainder of our school years.

A boy wet himself in 4th year drama once - I don't know what that is in nowadays years, but he would have been 15.

We used to have a Sikh boy in our class who fainted every single sex education class. As soon as the word uterus was mentioned, his eyes would roll back in his head, followed shortly by a loud thump as his turban hit the desk. One time, he passed out in a lecture theatre and fell between the seats and the wall. And got stuck. It took 20 minutes to revive him and then try and free him from where the mention of the word menstruate had wedged him tightly.

 

I thought I was immune to your posts by now, but that paragraph above just woke up the neighbours!

 

Moog that is effing golden.

 

Absolute genius of a post!