Whats the most trouble you have got into at school?

[hbk4894]

Whats the most trouble you have got into at school? Thought this would make a funny thread.

[jaffka]

Expelled for trying to burn it down.

[General Mannerheim]

got suspended once for taking a bb gun in, i thought they over-reacted tbh, we had all black uniforms with white shirts, i thought i was Mr Blonde! also spent a lot of time on report which was a ball ache, but i was a good lad really.

[Gary the Enfield]

got suspended once for taking a bb gun in, i thought they over-reacted tbh, we had all black uniforms with white shirts, i thought i was Mr Blonde! also spent a lot of time on report which was a ball ache, but i was a good lad really.

Sharples?

[William the White]

Made to cut grass on a football field in the pouring rain with scissors after calling a 'monitor' a 'fat c**t' at a camp in Cheshire meant to build character at 14 years old...

Banned from standing as Communist Party candidate in mock elections in 1964 - on the spurious grounds that I wasn't in the VI form and therefore couldn't stand... ran campaign to write in COMMUNIST X on ballot paper... given multiple detentions...

Suspended for drinking beer on school outing... Headteacher told my mother and father in the meeting to decide whether to let me back in that he objected to me being a communist... She told him it was because I was on the side of the underdog (my mum made me promise when I was 9 years old that I would never, ever vote conservative - more parents should do this, it could make the country better)...

And finally - my dad got a letter when I was in VI form, during the summer hols, telling him I would not be allowed to return to the school in September... which was really thoughtful of them, cos my mum had died in June, when i was 17...

I was clearly a real pain in the arse... did my best to be anyway...

Did A levels at Bolton Tech in the end...

Hope to live long enough to see Bolton School become a comp...

That would be sooooo nice...

[Worthy4England]

Rarely a week went by without me getting caned for something or other, all the way through Junior and Senior schools. Many things involved the Chemy lab, which I managed to get evacuated twice along with accompanying Fire Engines. Also much mirth when I chopped a fair amount of Sodium up very small and left it all over the fume cupboard for the cleaner who used to wipe up with a damp cloth during our double chemy on a Friday afternoon.

My personal favourites were when we picked up the PE teachers car and dropped it between two brick gateposts with not enough room to open the doors.

And the time I hit "Big Mick" the Deputy Head square in the grid with a snowball, from far enough out, not to be spotted, only to get shopped...

[mummywhycantieatcrayons]

Suspended for drinking beer on school outing... Headteacher told my mother and father in the meeting to decide whether to let me back in that he objected to me being a communist...

What was the year? I'm guessing it was a historically sensitive time to be describing oneself as a 'communist'?!


What the reason given for the ultimate expulsion when you were 17?

[Gooner Girl]

I am shocked at some of the naughtiness on this thread!

You lot are the bad boys my mother warned me I shouldn't hang out with!

[TANGODANCER]

Back in the day when the cane-masters ruled the world you could get in trouble for blinking. Caned Lord knows how many times for fighting, got a slap round the head and sacked as bell monitor on my very first attempt at campanology. Got expelled from day school for a smart-arsed remark (only what I deserved) but went back and apologised. A male gym teacher got sacked for being too fond of putting girls over his knee and giving them the slipper (read gym shoe). Personally, rather then writing lines I'd take the caning any time.

[William the White]

Suspended for drinking beer on school outing... Headteacher told my mother and father in the meeting to decide whether to let me back in that he objected to me being a communist...

What was the year? I'm guessing it was a historically sensitive time to be describing oneself as a 'communist'?!


What the reason given for the ultimate expulsion when you were 17?

Suspended in 1965, I think... might have been late 1964... i remember I wasn't anywhere near old enough to drink beer... but they let me back in, bless them... my form teacher told me my mother was ferocious defending me... that really makes me smile... she was a working class woman who left school at 15, but she was a reader, and our house was full of books, and a committed trade unionist and was not going to let this posh bloke traduce her child...

I wasn't, in a formal sense, 'expelled'... my dad got a letter saying I would not be readmitted to the school because of repeated infractions of school rules... I have to say that was accurate...

In any case by that time I'd left the Young Communist League because of its lack of revolutionary spirit and had embraced Anarchism and was on my way to prison... My defence lawyer later became a judge and has died recently - I was sad to see that - we once (this is true) discussed T. S. Elliot in a prison cell... He said I should take its dedication to Ezra Pound - il miglioro fabbro as my personal motto... It translates as 'the better smith' (in the sense of 'workman')...

Sorry you asked?

[mummywhycantieatcrayons]

Suspended for drinking beer on school outing... Headteacher told my mother and father in the meeting to decide whether to let me back in that he objected to me being a communist...

What was the year? I'm guessing it was a historically sensitive time to be describing oneself as a 'communist'?!


What the reason given for the ultimate expulsion when you were 17?

Suspended in 1965, I think... might have been late 1964... i remember I wasn't anywhere near old enough to drink beer... but they let me back in, bless them... my form teacher told me my mother was ferocious defending me... that really makes me smile... she was a working class woman who left school at 15, but she was a reader, and our house was full of books, and a committed trade unionist and was not going to let this posh bloke traduce her child...

I wasn't, in a formal sense, 'expelled'... my dad got a letter saying I would not be readmitted to the school because of repeated infractions of school rules... I have to say that was accurate...

In any case by that time I'd left the Young Communist League because of its lack of revolutionary spirit and had embraced Anarchism and was on my way to prison... My defence lawyer later became a judge and has died recently - I was sad to see that - we once (this is true) discussed T. S. Elliot in a prison cell... He said I should take its dedication to Ezra Pound - il miglioro fabbro as my personal motto... It translates as 'the better smith' (in the sense of 'workman')...

Sorry you asked?

No, not at all. So you've actually done time?

Actually I was intrigued by just how political you have been in your time since I read that piece in which your first wife described you as a 'revolutionary socialist'.

[William the White]

No, not at all. So you've actually done time?

Actually I was intrigued by just how political you have been in your time since I read that piece in which your first wife described you as a 'revolutionary socialist'.

Actually, if Romy and I had ever got married she'd have been the second wife... We were together for 8 years, and, when she was pregnant, I asked her if she thought we should get married... Her answer was; Oh, f*ck off...

We met at a meeting of the Workers Revolutionary Party... she was a 'revolutionary socialist' also - at that time...

Yes, I spent a short time in prison - my defence lawyer (and later judge) was Michael Lever, and he did a great job - for which I'm very grateful - in appealing to a judge who he knew had liberal sensibilities - in presenting me and the other two accused - as naive youthful idealists...

This was true, in fact. (One of us has since died - at his funeral they played the music he had requested... Sympathy for the Devil. Love it, Henry!)...

Prison was horrible. I had nightmares for about a year afterwards.

[bobo the clown]

I never got into trouble at Thorners. I was a good boy ... except maybe that I fannied around a lot, took the piss a great deal, never, ever did my homework on time (normally did it on the bus & /or in the class before it was due). I put more effort into not doing it than it would ever have taken to just do the sodding stuff on time.

Oh, & the time on the first day of Yr 3 (aged 14 therefore) I told a mate to my left who kept tapping my shoulder to tell me something, who yet again tapped my shoulder to "fck off" only to turn & see that, this time, it wasn't him but our new English teacher. He punched me out of my chair... then followed up with a couple of kicks.

THEY were the days. Proper discipline.

... but then again, I did end up Deputy Head Boy !!

[William the White]

I never got into trouble at Thorners. I was a good boy ... except maybe that I fannied around a lot, took the piss a great deal, never, ever did my homework on time (normally did it on the bus & /or in the class before it was due). I put more effort into not doing it than it would ever have taken to just do the sodding stuff on time.

Oh, & the time on the first day of Yr 3 (aged 14 therefore) I told a mate to my left who kept tapping my shoulder to tell me something, who yet again tapped my shoulder to "fck off" only to turn & see that, this time, it wasn't him but our new English teacher. He punched me out of my chair... then followed up with a couple of kicks.

THEY were the days. Proper discipline.

... but then again, I did end up Deputy Head Boy !!

now I absolutely know you're a wanker!!! Arse kisser!

[bobo the clown]

You knew it already, Will. You just weren't certain why.

[Dujon]

I must have been the equivalent of a 'goody two shoes'. I did receive six-of-the-best on two occasions but I didn't understand why at the time - and still don't. When someone is trying lustily to separate your fingers from your hand you don't ask too many questions. Perhaps some in the education field are sadists at heart.

Thinking a little more about that I think that many are. A Mr Miller was once my mathematics teacher. Did you once have a wooden rule with a metal strip embedded in the top to provide a straight edge? Dear Mr M used it as a weapon of subjugation. This was not confined to me, might I add, but he'd wander around the room peering at his students' work and when he found some form of malfeasance perpetrated by any one of them he'd use the same sort of rule (metal side down) to whack the the back of the criminal's fingers. Believe you me, that hurt and often as not drew blood.

[Worthy4England]

I never got into trouble at Thorners. I was a good boy ... except maybe that I fannied around a lot, took the piss a great deal, never, ever did my homework on time (normally did it on the bus & /or in the class before it was due). I put more effort into not doing it than it would ever have taken to just do the sodding stuff on time.

Oh, & the time on the first day of Yr 3 (aged 14 therefore) I told a mate to my left who kept tapping my shoulder to tell me something, who yet again tapped my shoulder to "fck off" only to turn & see that, this time, it wasn't him but our new English teacher. He punched me out of my chair... then followed up with a couple of kicks.

THEY were the days. Proper discipline.

... but then again, I did end up Deputy Head Boy !!

now I absolutely know you're a wanker!!! Arse kisser!

Beat me to it. Proper Do-gooder!

[Sponge]

I went to an all-boys school – endless testosterone-fuelled stupidity. "Muck-up day" after our graduation sticks in my mind. Bricked up the headmaster's door, drew a massive cock on the sports field in weed killer (I thought that was a bit far, myself), then – wearing balaclavas and carrying water balloons and fire extinguishers – went to a neighbouring girls' school and charged through the corridors soaking everyone in sight (including 150 girls sitting their GCSEs). The police were called and we all ended up at the station; to their credit, they saw the funny side and let us go without any sort of charge.

[Sponge]

Suspended for drinking beer on school outing... Headteacher told my mother and father in the meeting to decide whether to let me back in that he objected to me being a communist...

What was the year? I'm guessing it was a historically sensitive time to be describing oneself as a 'communist'?!


What the reason given for the ultimate expulsion when you were 17?

Suspended in 1965, I think... might have been late 1964... i remember I wasn't anywhere near old enough to drink beer... but they let me back in, bless them... my form teacher told me my mother was ferocious defending me... that really makes me smile... she was a working class woman who left school at 15, but she was a reader, and our house was full of books, and a committed trade unionist and was not going to let this posh bloke traduce her child...

I wasn't, in a formal sense, 'expelled'... my dad got a letter saying I would not be readmitted to the school because of repeated infractions of school rules... I have to say that was accurate...

In any case by that time I'd left the Young Communist League because of its lack of revolutionary spirit and had embraced Anarchism and was on my way to prison... My defence lawyer later became a judge and has died recently - I was sad to see that - we once (this is true) discussed T. S. Elliot in a prison cell... He said I should take its dedication to Ezra Pound - il miglioro fabbro as my personal motto... It translates as 'the better smith' (in the sense of 'workman')...

Sorry you asked?

Fascinating.

[jimbo]

I went to an all-boys school – endless testosterone-fuelled stupidity. "Muck-up day" after our graduation sticks in my mind. Bricked up the headmaster's door, drew a massive cock on the sports field in weed killer (I thought that was a bit far, myself), then – wearing balaclavas and carrying water balloons and fire extinguishers – went to a neighbouring girls' school and charged through the corridors soaking everyone in sight (including 150 girls sitting their GCSEs). The police were called and we all ended up at the station; to their credit, they saw the funny side and let us go without any sort of charge.

Was this recently? I remember playing cricket at Bury Grammar a few years ago and there being a huge dick on the outfield. Made fielding positions interesting.