Things you got up to in school

That’s similar to carry on camping where Barbara Windsor played with the room numbers and changed the signs on the shower rooms lol 

Sounds like fun to me!

Not so much school but first year at uni I would spend a lot of time in the physics dept where all the staff had rooms with plaques outside their door where their names were made in those letters that have pegs on the letters so a suitably silly person could mess about with their names.

After sourcing a box of spare letters it was fun to make anagrams initially but later more customised name tags based on the interests of behaviours of the staff (especially the badly behaved ones).

Advanced planning was needed to change these without being caught and I managed most of the first year without them finding out who it was. This was back before CCTV was in use.

Eventualy the plaques were all replaced with printed ones - killjoys!

Defo not just your school although we never had changing words in the homework book-or if that was happening no one did it to me. It's funny some of what we all did at school, looking back it was harmless fun tho so no biggie haha.

Ah so it wasn't just our school, good to know  another thing we did was add additional words to people's homework or change words to look like other words. I remember feeling bad when I got a friend's homework marked down and him into trouble by adding some stupid words....

Slipping things in to pockets and bags was big at my secondary school. Normally it was rubber spiders or things like that, some kids took it a step further with mud – I got mudded and remember I found nail clippings in my bag once, absolutely awful. LOL. I never did it but our head of year was forever telling people off for it. I was mostly good at school, usually got told off for being late with books taken from the library and writing in my books with red or glitter pens, I was forever being reminded to write with black or blue pens.

How can you find WW2 boring? 

I was terrible at secondary school, I led the whole year on strike, the teachers got in a hell of a flap as they'd have strike action fairly often.

I threatened to jump out of a window because the maths teacher wouldn't explain what he was talking about and he mumbled, I don't think he realised it was only a 2 or 3 foot drop onto a roof and not the 12-15 foot it would of been otherwise.

I used to refuse to do sport, especially hockey and summer athletics, I hated running and jumping and was really bad at it, I wasn't allowed to do javelin or shot put because I was a danger to myself and everyone else.

Me and school really didn't get on and I think it was a relief to everybody when I left.

love these stories I remember in my final year of school we had a new headmaster mr Ryan Davis I loved him. He taught me in IT and he was a good laugh but not the person you want to mess with. During one of his lessons this one pupil with autism kicked off massive meltdown and he handled the situation perfectly and managed to calm the boy down with no punishment. During an English lesson these to lads were messing around and one threw the others English book out of the window and it landed on Mr Davies head.

One of the things I can remember is in early secondary school. I dont know why but I had a big thing with trying to slip things into other people's school bags. Some of these things were pretty gross such as a bullseye that was meant to be for dissection in biology but I ended up slipping it into my friend's bag. Not good I know but I found it very funny at the time! Another time was when I slipped a 'Better netball" book into one of my firiend's schoolbags it took him ages to find it as it was quite thin but when he did he pulled it out in English lesson much to the amusement of the class

I hated school - the only thing I liked about it was dinner time. My last year wasn't as bad - partly because it was nearly over, but also because us fifth years had our own dining hall and our own cook, and the food she made us was better than the other kids had. We were also allowed to have a radio on in there and I remember it was the year Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" got to number 1 in the charts. I loved that song.

The only thing I did that was a bit naughty was pass notes to my friend about boys in history class when we were supposed to be studying - but at 15 I found the second world war really boooring. 

I like this discussion. Thanks for making it.

I didn’t have many funny moments at school, mostly it was a time of misery and suffering, that said there were some good times too. I used to be really close with my head of year teacher Mrs Robinson, everyone used to ask her if she was the same Mrs Robinson from the song. She was not that Mrs Robinson :P but she was a genuinely nice person and wore these really cool red glasses which were huge! I have a lot of fond memories of her and her classes.

A less good memory was during fire alarms, the noise and massive change of routine was too much for me and I couldn’t cope. I used to freeze, I completely stopped and couldn’t move/hear/see. It was like my whole body shut down. Now I know this was an autistic shutdown but at the time I thought it was just me being weird.

My favourite place in school was the library. It was normally unpopulated, most other kids gravitated outside so I found a lot of peace and quiet in the school library, and it allowed me to find and read some rather amazing books. There was another girl who wasn’t in my class but sometimes she was in the library, she always smiled but we never spoke. I always wanted to be friends with her but never found the courage to speak.

Great story lol 

Nicking candles from our houses and rubbing them of the slides in the park and polishing them as we slid down, it took a few goes for the wax to polish the slides, but you went really fast. I remember coming down one so fast I slid along on my bum for a couple of yards and rubbed the bum out of pants.

I'd left school by this time, I was 16 and it was xmas day, my mum and dad and I had had the usual sherry before dinner and wine with dinner, so we were a bit tipsy, then my mum took the cover from a bowl of trifle she's made and peared at it with her head about 6 inches above it. Well of course, I couldn't resist it and pushed her head first into it, she came up with a face like thunder, covered in cream and jelly, I thought I was really for it, when she grabbed hold of my hair and a handful of trifle and rubbed it in my face. Then we both had a handful of trifle and a handful of each others hair ad started throwing it at each other. My dad came out to see what all the noise was about and was all grumpy because we'd woken him up fro his after dinner nap and we'd both have to wash our hair., we still giggle about it nearly 50 years on.