"You, out of the class along with the desk!" Readers "Medusa" tell the most crazy stories from school life

Half of the class cried!

At the beginning of the new academic year, we asked readers to send us the most crazy stories of school years. Readers were not shy. We received hundreds of stories about different combustion. We share the most-senior.

For the convenience of reading history, they were slightly edited. And we do not recommend you to repeat some combustion below.

School of Magic

Igor

About the sixth grade. Once we stood at the office and waited for the beginning of the lesson. The teacher came, but realizing that she had forgotten the key to the class, she left him. I carefully looked at the castle, took out my travel card on the subway, stuck it and opened the door. You should have seen the faces of my classmates. I have not used in this way anymore, but still so.

A condom on the desk

Dmitry

The class in the ninth in the economy lesson I decided to inflate a condom in the lesson. When he became noticeable enough, the teacher demanded to stop. I stopped, and he flew through the air, and then hung on the teacher’s desk. The director threatened me to go to my father to work and inflate condoms there.

Firecrackers in the toilet

Alexander

Did the firecracker go to the toilet? My first school was typical - the letter H and four floors. On the second floor, both toilet were teacher. The guys and I bought several Corsarers-6 (whoever does not remember-these were the most powerful of pocket firecrackers). Three firecrackers were lit and at the same time lowered in three toilets on the third floor (symbolic, right?).

The scale of the destruction was catastrophic - all three fan pipes knocked out, two toilets were split into pieces, and the teacher’s toilet was flooded with the floor below ... as it were ... in general, the contents of the very fan pipes. All men's toilets at the school did not work for a couple of months, and female toilets became common (male at odd changes, female - at even ones).

We (of the five people who leaked firecrackers) were looking for us for a very long time, everything was used - from intimidation to a proposal of rewards for any information about who did it. Nobody admitted and did not surrender others.

What screams in the lessons

Gregory

They played in the "ass" in the lesson of the Russian language and literature. The essence of the game is simple - everyone says the word "ass", each next player must say louder than the previous one. The one who refused to speak, after lessons, was played by the ball on this very ass. On the final circle of the game, when it was already necessary to scream almost, the teacher heard me. Oddly enough, I did not suffer serious punishment, I just got it in the diary of the immortal: “I expressed it in the lesson, using words from yard vocabulary.”

Marina

Once I lost a dispute to a classmate and, as a punishment, I had to scream the word “boobs” five times during the school of social science, which was conducted by a young and somewhat sexually preoccupied teacher. Not only our class came to the lesson, which regularly skipped half of the class, but even someone from the parallel. In the first half of the lesson, I never decided, which is why I constantly received dissatisfied comments of all the spectators sitting behind. As a result, I reconciled with the inevitable and shouted the very word exactly at the moment when the teacher argued about hedonism was looking for examples of things that bring pleasure to a person. Everyone laughed except the teacher, but I was not even ashamed.

The mission is impossible

Anna

She sat alone in the class on the fourth floor after the lessons. The guys were noisy in the next class. I decided to scold them, climbed out the window and walked along the outer cornice to the window of the neighboring class, from where I threatened them with a finger. And in the same way, she returned safely. It happened in the second grade.

How to escape from the control

Alexander

Once, during the second lesson in physics, in which there was a complicated control (and as a humanista, all controls were difficult for me), I had a great idea how not to write it and, in addition, do not go to the remaining four lessons. Having agreed with my classmates-patses through social networks, I asked to leave the class (it was already a victory, since the teacher was unrealistically strict, did not even let go of the restroom during the control), began to get up from the desk, went a few steps and, very impressive, fell into the floor. Everyone was in shock, both the teacher and girls are single-graders, but the boys immediately ran up to me, raised and carried it to the first-aid post. Of course, in the first -aid post I had to explain for a long time that there is nothing wrong with this, that this is a short -term fainting, that I supposedly happen periodically. As a result, I was still released home and did not even force me to rewrite that terrible control.

PS graduated from the Institute with a degree in Actor of Drama Theater and Cinema and now I work in the theater.

Just what?

Zhenya

June 1989, Moscow, 89th school, the 10th sports class, the last final examination exam-and the end of the school. I go out of the exam to the corridor, two classmates (who have already passed the exam, all the rest are still in the classroom) take up the phalda of my school jacket and pull in different directions.

The jacket diverges at the seam to the collar. Everyone is laughing. The form is no longer needed! I connected to the next victims. We did it with everyone.

The most interesting was later. We threw torn jackets in a heap in front of the entrance to school, set fire and danced around them like Indians. The teachers looked from the windows and smiled. The old form was an admixture of plastic, and a baked heap remained on the asphalt.

History about Odyssey, that is, about Igor

Igor

I was quiet enough for the whole school, I tried not to shine especially, I sat calmly in the lessons - I didn’t even have this notorious teenage rebellion.

But here is the eleventh grade, until the end of the school, a couple of months, we are put in an English group to a teacher to replace the sick from a completely different group. She really does not even know us by names, orienteds the classroom magazine. Gives some kind of task and leaves to work on it. I am sitting at the last desk, quickly did everything that was necessary, and decided either to pose in the phone, or to whisper something, who had already finished. She noticed this with a cry "Young man!" I made it rise. I began to pronounce for behavior, and then said that now she would make an entry in the school magazine next to my last name, and asked what my name was.

And I did not want to spoil a good certificate for myself with some records, and my brain scraps out of my depths of myth about Odysseus and cyclops Polyphemus-where Odysseus called himself “no one” in order not to be identified.

I wanted to answer "Nobody." But I answered "Odysseus." Due to the fact that the whole class broke into a laugh, it was not possible to bring my surname and I escaped with a reprimand. And he passed the next two months up to the graduation "Odyssey".

Great dispute

Kate

On the extension in the first grade, they played with a classmate in chess. She tried to prove to me that the horse did not walk the letter “g”, but somehow differently, I don’t even remember how. As a result, we quarreled. After a while I went to the toilet. There on the windowsill I found a notebook in English of this classmate. And here, a demon’s girl with pigtails and bows, a little girl with braids and bows. I threw her into the toilet, took her ruff, mixed it all. In the toilet there was such a corner where the cleaners put everything, there I found some gloves, pulled out a long-suffering notebook from the toilet and carried it to the recreation, to the dining room, there was a large long flowerbed. I sprinkled the notebook there and overlaid with pebbles. Then she was found, the classmate was very crying. No one found out that it was me: in 2003, there were no cameras at our school, but I did not admit. I don’t know what found me then.

Taras and Bulba

Nastya

We were asked to read Gogol “Taras Bulba”, I came to the library and asked: “Do you have a book Taras and Bulba?” The librarian asked: "Taras and Bulba?" And I say: "Isn't this a book about a boy and a dog?" So I found out that Taras Bulba is one person and he did not have a dog ...

They are proud of the school

Svetlana

Once, I, an excellent student, stood with a classmate, a round hawk, on the third floor of the school, at the railing-there were such staircases on the last floors. And we spat, who is further and more humane. Do not ask why. And then a teacher of the Russian language and literature suddenly appeared below, and my spit hit her evenly on her head. The classmate washed away, and I was confused, and it was very ashamed. After a couple of years (I studied already at another school) she saw me on TV, where passers-by on the street asked something about Pushkin and only I answered correctly. The teacher called my mother to say that she was very proud of me.

"Lech, let's CUSTY as a rooster"

Alexey

Since childhood, I can parody the voices of various famous people and the sounds of some animals. Often with friends they laughed at it. Once we went to the geography lesson and began to sit down a minute before the call. Our teacher was nervous and a little with moron, so she screamed at the students very much if something went wrong in the lesson. My friend and I sat together at one desk, and now the lesson began. 20 minutes have passed, she explains some topic, and then a friend says: “Lech, let's Cocking like a rooster,” and begins to make funny, they say, “Come on, it will be fun”. The rumble just began in the class due to the fact that the teacher asked the whole class and people began to shout the answers from the desk. I guessed the moment and published a loud cry of the morning rooster (naturally, as if in the village I ended up). People began to laugh, and my friend is louder. The teacher immediately looked at us and said: “You, (named our names), out of the class along with the desk!” Perhaps she had in mind that we simply left, but my friend and I understood her literally. As a result, until the end of the lesson, we sat near the class behind our desk that we endured, and listened to the lesson because of the open door in the corridor.

The story of the cheating

Novel

In the lesson, they wrote an essay on the book from home reading, something from Ukrainian literature. A classmate turned to me, asked to write off. I finished off my work and rolled fake, wild game, a mixture of Markes, Dostoevsky and Joyce, gave it to it. I thought that in the process of rewriting she would understand that it was painful for the plot. But no. Then my opus passed from hand to hand in the class. A week later, the teacher read this at all and was surprised - maybe part of the class was taken in the wrong book in the library? The internal copywriter rejoiced, and the girl hated me.

Combustion length in life

Katerina

At school, I fiercely hated computer science. Once, in a fit of emotions, I shouted to my teacher: "I will do everything so that my life is never connected with IT." Two years later, I accidentally find myself at the IT Faculty, I end it with a red diploma and five years later I have been leaving for Germany on a blue map. OR.

About perfect notes

Olya

There was once an awkward moment. I have always been a good with perfect notes, but I loved to draw in lessons (most often on leaves and notes). At some point, the history teacher decided to put me as an example of the entire class, “look at what the ideal notes are the Olya,” raises a notebook in front of the class and, not seeing it, leafs through it. And I had some kind of drawing tide, and everything that she leafed through was in color drawings. The class laughed until the teacher could understand what was happening. More than my notebook was not set as an example.

About the ear

Kate

In the second grade, she bit her step by the desk by the ear. It was very appetizing.

Collected your stories Yuri Saprykin