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"My school has the best stories"

In year 9, while waiting for art class to begin, a group of boys descended on a kid called James Paye, who was always getting picked on.

They lifted him up in front of a large piece of some kind of board that was on the wall, and used a staple gun to staple the edges of his clothes to the board. He was stuck to the wall two feet off the ground for about 15 minutes.


Also in year 10, while I was in the creative arts block with some other people, this stupid little year 8 moron started giving us some lip. So Anthony Whymark grabbed him, picked up a big real of gaffa tape and taped his entire head up so he looked like a mummy.

That Anthony also got a refferal from the head of lower school (Yr 7-11) for calling the can machine Jewish after it swallowed his money without spitting out a drink.



Beat that.

Did you report it?

Dakarus Joe wrote:
> The Hibernator wrote:
> Oh, go and eat your smegma...
>
> Explain to me what smegma is? Sorry I have completely forgotten its
> meaning.

Cub!st can probably tell you.

When I was in Year 8, I'd just gotten this new camera phone, so I was going round taking pictures of everyone. Then I got to this long-haired guy and he KICKED ME IN THE BALLS. It was SICK. He should have known never to do that to another man. He dropped my phone down a drain too.

That guy was SICK.

He made my school life hell.

We stole a life size Ronald McDonald statue, strapped it to the top of the car and drove off with it - it remained in our common room for most of the year. Best covert operation of all time.

Also, we tied up the head boy, stripped him, and left him in a field in the middle of nowhere.

Hohohoho

The Hibernator wrote:
> Oh, go and eat your smegma...

Explain to me what smegma is? Sorry I have completely forgotten its meaning.

The best thing in school was the canteen - seeing how much of your cutlery you could shove into the bin on the way out without getting spotted by the dinner ladies. The golden one was just plonking everything in, tray and all, and walking past the staff with your hands in your pockets amongst a ling of people holding trays with plates on. Usually though we just scraped the food off into the bin and threw the knives and forks with it.


Also, the hilarious time I took a wasp into the canteen in my pocket, then while no one but friends were looking I threw it into a fresh batch of chips. Then called the dinner ladies over and said "Hey, there's a wasp in the chips" at which they unexpectedly took out the chips and threw them all away.

Dakarus Joe wrote:
> We already have.

Oh, go and eat your smegma...

Hmmm, school stories.
Sellotaping some thin guy to a pole and leaving him there to miss a days worth of lessons.

The school getting attacked by a group of youths bearing hammers: all the bottom story windows got broken, and one girl got hit by a hammer in the face. The attack was all down to her making some racist comment, but somehow she came out as the hero.

Our school also managed to raise enough money to become a 'Sports College' and we got a new sign, which was then nicked one day after being put up.

The day of a thousand fire alarm bells. Well 6 actually. We couldn't get through a lesson without one going off.

The time the Science block burnt down, because somebody left some solvents in the sun...

And theres plenty more stories, but i cant remember them, but they all happened in the five years I was there...

We already have.

When I was in Year 10, someone had a s**t in the sink.

Beat that!