How did you torment your teachers?

I used to challenge my irish teacher to fights in the yard.
One time i accidently bit her ear off! Talk about embarrassing!:o:o

We accidently set fire to his jacket once.

We gave one a mental breakdown.

We stole all 4 alloys off one teachers car.

One guy hid under the desk(with doors) and burst out during the lesson. The teacher was visibly shaken and took the rest of the week off.

One guy was waiting for a student to pull him through a window into the library and give him a good trashing. He grabbed the passing sub teacher instead. Oops.

One guy managed to set fire to the computer in computer class when computers were expensive. Prior the windows days when they cost around £3000 each. Dont ask how he did it but he was **** at computers anyway.

We used to stand on our desks in Irish class and try to convince the teacher we were not standing on our desks.

We all broke out in sporatic violence in the same class, all 36(or so) of us beating the crap of out each other. What was she to do.

After a long long time of hounding that poor young Irish teacher she left and I heard she went to an all girls school were apparently she was not to be messed with and was a completely bitch. Fair play to her at least she learned something from us animals.

BTW never send a young Irish female teacher into a school of boarding students. All those hormones and nothing to do with them.

Brought a stray dog into french class once - it turned out she was a major phobic The majority of the time we'd make sexual moans to make her uncomfortable as hell. It was our version of the bollox game.

Our CSPE teacher was completely OCD - we'd go in with our ties and shirt collars askew, and she'd grind the class to a halt to send people out to straighten up.

We patronised the hell out of our geography teacher. The first few days he thought he was lucky to find a class that actually liked him - oh boy. He used to send people down to the principals office when he started until soon enough the principle musta told him to feck off - we only got worse when we realised it had become an empty threat.

I had a buzzer from metal work and it sounded like a fly or wasp buzzing about, then fold up a copy and start swiping randomly in mid air.

Them dolly beads made great projectiles in class, somebody hit a teacher in the eye with one and had to get an eye patch! So we would start shouting "YARRRR".

Banging on the tables when the teacher turned around. *We will rock you*

Shouting out the teachers first name in orgasm tone.

Football chants.

Went to an all boys boarding school.

One evening the boarders gained access to one of the classrooms that was out of sight near the back of the school. (They had left a window partially open) The classroom belonged to one thick, jackass of a teacher we nicknamed BA. They removed everything that would fit out the window and set them all up perfectly as they would have been in the class outside on the lawn. The only difference being they stood on all the desks and chairs and drove the legs down into the grass. My class happened to be the first one using that classroom the next morning. We had the job of bringing all the desks back in. But when setting up the teachers one we bent one leg of his chair up and then all sat down and tried to look serious. He storms back in grabs the wonky chair, sits and all we can see is his two legs going straight up in the air. We sit in stunned, scared ****less silence. Is he dead? Will he box the nearest guy to him who laughs? Then a hand comes up grabs the table edge and he pulls himself up to eye level with the table and glares out at us looking for a victim. All we can see is his big bald dome, his two mad eyes and a hand with the rest of him on the ground behind the desk, but we dared not laugh. It was the single funniest thing I think i seen in all my school days but everyone stared back at him without batting an eyelid. He was hopping mad but we got off scot free!

Another lady we reduced to tears on a regular basis. She was an absolutely stunning looking girl. Tall, well built and the looks of a model. However she was fresh out of training school and she joined an all boys school first thing! We were all hormonal horny little bast@rds and the only way we knew to show her we fancied her was to torture her. Correcting her when she made mistakes, making wild loud animal noises, trying to see who could get as many paper&spit balls through a bic biro "cannon" into her hair without her noticing when her back was to us and a million other stupid childish things. The one that cracked her though and sent her in floods of tears to the president (yes we had a president not a principal) involved a condom. We got into the classroom before her (she was probably in the bathroom giving herself a pep talk in the mirror and chain smoking) and someone slipped a condom over the blackboard duster. She came and the usual corus of zoo animal noises greeted her. Started the class wrote a couple things on the board (for all the good it did us) and then tried to rub the chalk off the board. Nothing happened, she tried again and then stood there looking at the duster in her hand. Her eyes passed over its length, she pulled at the rubber with her finger nails and then she copped the elastic ring at the end. She fired it at the back wall of the classroom, screamed at us, started crying, ran from the classroom locking the door on her way and next thing el Presidente was in front of us. We got weekend detention which meant we had to come in on a saturday and do lessons. She left the school soon after God love her.

Bollox was a great game, many fond memorys of screaming it in the teachers ears.

We had this one teacher, wasn't able to control the class, must have been 70 odd, old frail man. He'd be standing at the top of the class shouting at everyone for not doing homework, classwork, etc. One day one of the guys stood up and walked to the top of the class and picked him up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and started spinning around. Poor old bastard nearly puked everywhere. He made the mistake of not telling the principal so it happened on a regular basis... ALMOST felt bad for him!

ScumLord wrote: »

I wouldn't be a teacher for love nor money. It's hell.

We had a teacher who told us he was only in it for the money and the long holidays. We could basically do what we liked and odd that it was that all of us got honours in the subject. Bus Org or business studies for those of us over the age of 21.

I teach English nowadays, and you'd be surprised how tactics of torment transcend barriers of language and generation, for example, the kids I have now are still quite fond of the 'we will rock you' one, and the 'do exactly as the teacher says' one, which I was a major proponent of still seems to be very popular, i.e- Pierrot standing up. Teacher: "Sit down Pierrot"; Pierrot says 'OK' and sits directly down on the floor, smiling like an imbecile. Teacher: 'Sap'.

As has already been said we were fond of the bollox game.

Also used to put thumbthacks on the chairs and wait for the teachers to sit on them. It was better when they tried to continue as if nothing happened rather than jumping back up off the seat.

Used to have a teacher that was a presnter on a well known kids show which led to us answering his questions in really squeeky voices. He didn't last long in the school.

Also had a teacher with a lisp and everyone answered with a lisp, used to throw coins at the board of this teacher trying to get as close as possible without actually hitting him. But we stopped when one day he picked up all the coins and asked us if we had any more because he could do with some extra money.