01-07-2017, 12:13 AM
Was suspended 7 times between 7th and 12th grade...some of the reasons:
Laid a bottle rocket on the hallway floor and shot it into the principal's office.
Leaned a hallway garbage can full of water against the French teacher's door so that when they opened it, the garbage water dumped into her classroom.
Slid a firecracker under the social studies teacher's door while she was lecturing.
Got a hold of a janitor's key to the school, broke in with 6 other guys and took most of the books from the library and stacked them in the principal's office.
Found an access door in the projection room of the auditorium that led to ventilation grates over the bleachers in the gym. Went up there during a basketball game and dumped buckets of water onto the opposing fan's side of the bleachers.
the other two times were for fighting.
(Was sent away to boarding school for a year to get my shit together.)
There are quite a few other stories that end up with me coming home in the back seat of a police cruiser. It got to the point where my father would just roll his eyes and ask the cop what I had done this time. Hard to believe I'm a productive, law abiding member of society now.
Laid a bottle rocket on the hallway floor and shot it into the principal's office.
Leaned a hallway garbage can full of water against the French teacher's door so that when they opened it, the garbage water dumped into her classroom.
Slid a firecracker under the social studies teacher's door while she was lecturing.
Got a hold of a janitor's key to the school, broke in with 6 other guys and took most of the books from the library and stacked them in the principal's office.
Found an access door in the projection room of the auditorium that led to ventilation grates over the bleachers in the gym. Went up there during a basketball game and dumped buckets of water onto the opposing fan's side of the bleachers.
the other two times were for fighting.
(Was sent away to boarding school for a year to get my shit together.)
There are quite a few other stories that end up with me coming home in the back seat of a police cruiser. It got to the point where my father would just roll his eyes and ask the cop what I had done this time. Hard to believe I'm a productive, law abiding member of society now.
