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rofl smurg
I did something a little similar back in year 12.
It was during chemistry class. We had to go up to the library to do, what my teacher called, 'online-research' but to all of us that only meant flash games with an empty word file open. The fad at the time was the "U GONNA GET RAPED" picture, i loved it and every time i saw it i'd get stitches in my stomach.
So i set it as the desktop background on my friends PC as it was a quick right click "set as desktop background" while he was looking away. So anyway, class is nearly over everyone has to show the teacher what they've done (people were looking for books in the library so some were off their computer), so i minimize my mates word doc and all you see is the above image.
The library teacher happened to be very pro-black and what not, so as she was walking by she saw the image and screamed
"WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT IMAGE, WHO"S COMPUTER IS THIS", almost trying not to curse,
she asks everyone to own up to who did it; first she asks my chemistry teacher (she giggled for a second when she first saw it then quickly covered her laugh),
my mate comes up saying "yeah this is my pc?? what's wrong? LOL AHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA *looks down while trying to hold it in*"
meanwhile everyone else is dying of laughter while the library teacher is going mad that no one would own up. The school bell rang, people had to go.
story 2: somewhat embarrassing for me;
This was in year 7 in Japanese class, for some reason which i cannot remember i was dancing on the table, friend pulls my pants down and the whole class just looks at me, for about 5 seconds. I jump off and tackle my friend and teacher comes in, busts me for wrestling other kid goes free;
sigh
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lmao at the picture whahahahahahahah
crazyyyy
But shouldn't school computers have URL filters to block you from going on to those sites?
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On October 03 2008 08:40 ktp wrote:
There was a kid in our Junior physics class that loved to do stupid shit all the time. One day he decided to catch as many things as possible with his mouth. So a few people lined up near the table he sat at and everyone took turns throwing things at him. It was all fun and games until it got crazy and people just started throwing whatever objects they could find at his face. One of my friends takes a pen from the desk and hurls it right into the kids face, it hits him straight in the eye. He kid barrels over, covering his eye with both hands. "Oh shit you poked my eyes out!" he screamed. He had to leave school immediatetly, and the next day he came back wearing an eye patch. It turned out his eye had popped out of his socket, and the doctor had to put it back in. He wasn't angry at the guy who did it. He had a great sense of humor about it, and pretended to be a pirate the next 2 weeks.
What a great guy.
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In like 8th grade my class did some work for this company to get money for a trip. It just consisted of putting some stuff in an envelope, pack it, and then it would be sent to different persons.
After a couple of hours it got pretty boring, so me and some guys had some fun with it.
We drew penises on a couple of the letters (you know the classic dick with 3 pubic hairs on the balls and a couple of drops of semen squirting out of it), wrote stuff like "fuck you hehehehe". I also remember someone wrote "fuckiheadi" hahahaha.
Anyway, the stuff got sent, but like a week later, we heard that some people had complained about our 'work' 
Someone actually send the letter he recieved back to the company, and then to our school. Then there was this meeting with teachers, parents and my class where the infamous letter (penis + fuck you hehehe) was shown on an overhead-imager : D
That was pretty hilarious, although we didn't get paid for the job we did 
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This isnt really the stereotyphical "embarassing moment", but its a fun story anyhow.
Second year in high school me and my friends were separated in different classes. However there were certain courses that we still took togheter. We used to be real bitches on these classes, always talking and playing around since we barelly saw each other otherwise during school time.
So this perticular course was a small business management class and me and my friends hated it. Our teacher was named Fred and he never prepared a single class, but kept reading straight out of the books and, you know, generally being the silent old-fashion not-very-good-teacher type.
Alot of the course was based on accounting in SPCS (if that is a program known outside sweden) thus we sat alot infront of computers during the classes. Of course no one really did anything because it was so damn boring. We used to play counter-strike and Unreal Tournament (1), but when Fred passed by we all alt-tabbed (naturally). Except for my friend Göran. He dispised the class so badly so he just went on playing, and Fred being the weak authority he was, never managed to make Göran stop playing since Göran just didnt care.
So... the end of the course came up and it was time for the test. It was done on a computer in SPCS and it was about placing different stuff in different tax posts (or whatever, who cares). Just because i had kept up appearances during class didnt mean i knew shit about what i was supposed to do. And Fred had said that it was "impossible to cheat" since the test was done on a computer ...(duh).
Me and Göran went into this program (availiable on any library computer (for practice purposes))and looked how the output print with the final test result looked like. We made an exact copy of the print in word and had the files saved on our accounts in a hidden folder. By the time of the test we were lucky enough to be able to rely on Fred's stupidity since he put the entire class in two different computer rooms due to lack of space. This meant that he would be patrolling between the two rooms, giving us enough time to pull off our little scheme.
We actually tried first, but it obviously didnt go so well. there were 40 questions to be answered and you needed some 20 correct answers to pass. You could restart infinite amount of times, but by 12'clock we needed to hand in the test and the test took some 30 minutes to complete if u knew what you were doing.
We kept failing and failing and restarting and restarting. And we knew that this wasnt working so we had to come up with a plan since Fred was wathing our screens when he was in the room. So next time fred went out we took a screen shot of the program, entered paint, redid the numbers, saved the file, put the image as desktop background, minimized everything including the startbar and just played around pretending to be "thinking hard" about the current question we were at. However, when it was only 10 minutes left, Fred came into the room we sat in and looked on Görans screen. He had accidentally took up the running copy of the program again where he had done 3 questions (since he just restarted) and all 3 were fails. Fred said something like "this isnt going to well, is it" and Göran said something like "fuck off", but more politically correct.
5 minutes later Göran went down to the teacher with a passed test result. 10 minutes later i came down with a passed result (76% correct lol). I will never forget the expression on Freds face when he saw my result. On the final day when we recieved our grades he said to Göran infront of the class "I will give you a pass, if I just never have to see you again". hehehe
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I was in lunch at school in my sophomore year of high school, sitting with some friends, both male and female. Seeing a lunchlady picking up some leftover garbage and trays that some kids left behind, being the stupid sophomore I was, I commented "wouldn't it suck if your mom was a lunchlady?"
One of my friends says, "Katie's mom is a lunchlady."
Another says, "yeah so is [some kid]'s mom"
Katie was one of their friends, I knew who she was, don't know her that well. [some kid] is also someone they were friends with.
Ugh, I had not one clue what to say to that. So I just said "Oh."
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It wasn't me, but a guy I knew got a tick on his dick one day. (I have no idea how it happened, but it did)
He claimed that there was a sharp pain near his crotch, and everyone didn't believe him, joking that he was merely "going through puberty." However, it got really serious when, in biology class, he started making loud, elongated grunts that were prolonged in between. Everyone looked at him and the teacher came up to him and the guy pointed to his crotch. The teacher looked like she was going to give him a referral, but then he said "there's a tick down there" and she gave him one of her library cards (or maybe credit card) and excused him to the bathroom. He walked out and came back about thirty minutes later, limping. He handed the card back to the teacher and she said "I hope you cleaned it", almost jokingly, and for the strangest reason, he just stood there and stared at her for like twenty seconds. It was really awkward.
Everyone knew him as the "tick boy."
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When your story starts "It wasn't me but...." we all know it was you.
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I remember a picture circulated around the school of this girls vagina. Which was incredibly loose, we came to a conclusion that she masturbated bi-daily. Anyways, the girls name was Sally and she was a distant friend of mine. She knew about the pictures and sat alone most the time because of it. She greeted me one day at lunch. it went like this
Sally: hey adem!
Adem: Hey Loosey!
*awkward silence
i never talked to her again.
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This stupid thing happened during 2nd year high school, I'm studying in an exclusive all boys school and we dared two of our classmates (bi) to kiss for 50 bucks. So the two bastards agreed, and they slowly approached each others face and then some bastard pushed on of the head to the other. And the next thing we knew was that they were spitting like hell all over...
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On October 06 2008 23:08 Starparty wrote:
This isnt really the stereotyphical "embarassing moment", but its a fun story anyhow.
Second year in high school me and my friends were separated in different classes. However there were certain courses that we still took togheter. We used to be real bitches on these classes, always talking and playing around since we barelly saw each other otherwise during school time.
So this perticular course was a small business management class and me and my friends hated it. Our teacher was named Fred and he never prepared a single class, but kept reading straight out of the books and, you know, generally being the silent old-fashion not-very-good-teacher type.
Alot of the course was based on accounting in SPCS (if that is a program known outside sweden) thus we sat alot infront of computers during the classes. Of course no one really did anything because it was so damn boring. We used to play counter-strike and Unreal Tournament (1), but when Fred passed by we all alt-tabbed (naturally). Except for my friend Göran. He dispised the class so badly so he just went on playing, and Fred being the weak authority he was, never managed to make Göran stop playing since Göran just didnt care.
So... the end of the course came up and it was time for the test. It was done on a computer in SPCS and it was about placing different stuff in different tax posts (or whatever, who cares). Just because i had kept up appearances during class didnt mean i knew shit about what i was supposed to do. And Fred had said that it was "impossible to cheat" since the test was done on a computer ...(duh).
Me and Göran went into this program (availiable on any library computer (for practice purposes))and looked how the output print with the final test result looked like. We made an exact copy of the print in word and had the files saved on our accounts in a hidden folder. By the time of the test we were lucky enough to be able to rely on Fred's stupidity since he put the entire class in two different computer rooms due to lack of space. This meant that he would be patrolling between the two rooms, giving us enough time to pull off our little scheme.
We actually tried first, but it obviously didnt go so well. there were 40 questions to be answered and you needed some 20 correct answers to pass. You could restart infinite amount of times, but by 12'clock we needed to hand in the test and the test took some 30 minutes to complete if u knew what you were doing.
We kept failing and failing and restarting and restarting. And we knew that this wasnt working so we had to come up with a plan since Fred was wathing our screens when he was in the room. So next time fred went out we took a screen shot of the program, entered paint, redid the numbers, saved the file, put the image as desktop background, minimized everything including the startbar and just played around pretending to be "thinking hard" about the current question we were at. However, when it was only 10 minutes left, Fred came into the room we sat in and looked on Görans screen. He had accidentally took up the running copy of the program again where he had done 3 questions (since he just restarted) and all 3 were fails. Fred said something like "this isnt going to well, is it" and Göran said something like "fuck off", but more politically correct.
5 minutes later Göran went down to the teacher with a passed test result. 10 minutes later i came down with a passed result (76% correct lol). I will never forget the expression on Freds face when he saw my result. On the final day when we recieved our grades he said to Göran infront of the class "I will give you a pass, if I just never have to see you again". hehehe
Lol wow, that teacher just got......taught
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Happened during my math exam. I was copying the question to my answer sheet, it was a trig identity proving where a part went something like "secxtanx..", when I copied it, I wrote sextanx, then it cam to my senses a few seconds later and darkened that part as much as I can.
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On October 07 2008 21:19 Jizz wrote:
I remember a picture circulated around the school of this girls vagina. Which was incredibly loose, we came to a conclusion that she masturbated bi-daily. Anyways, the girls name was Sally and she was a distant friend of mine. She knew about the pictures and sat alone most the time because of it. She greeted me one day at lunch. it went like this
Sally: hey adem!
Adem: Hey Loosey!
*awkward silence
i never talked to her again.
What the fuck...
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lol you people are sooooo ewwwwwwwww
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ROFLMAO...omg...ahahahaha@16pages of lols
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10th grade?
I found a USB drive in the library one day. Didn't know whose it was, so I just took it home, wiped it, and used it for myself. Over a period of time, I started running out of the 6gb of space that my shit-for-sale 10-odd years old laptop had. This was also a time where searching for hentai was rampant on my laptop. Mind you, I wouldn't call myself a stupid person (just a person who doesn't give a shit), but I decided a transfer of this media onto a temporary container, say a USB drive, was in order.
Skip to the next day. I'm in the library again. My printer had always been a prick to deal with, so my usual business consisted of popping the drive into a computer, loading my .doc files, and printing them. Nothing too eventful. Today, though, two of my friends were with me (both guys) and stood behind me while I did my work. Today of all fucking days, I pop my USB drive into the computer, and it automatically goes to a fullscreen uncensored picture of an anime girl spreading herself in her cream-filled, post-intercourse glory. A great picture it was, but God damn it all I didn't need my friends to know about it.
On top of them, I was using the first row of computers, the one that would be most exposed to people should they decide to look in my direction. God knows how many people saw it; I just tried to get that shit off the screen as fast as I could, the quelled laughter of my friends the only thing I could hear (a good sign, because then at least no one else saw it, I guess).
Lesson: don't put your porn/hentai on the same USB you use at school unless you're sharing... which is fucking creepy in itself.
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^^^^Lesson I had to learn by myself^^^
Anyways last week I had Marching Band practice from 5-8PM, and school ended at 3PM, so me and my friends go to buy dinner at KFC. So as we're leaving through the gym exit (Where a bunch of gangsters go hang out after school) I pull out my KFC Coupons -bad idea- and then a bunch of black guys see it and then they start bugging me like "Yo foo' yo wanna share some koopawnz wif me yea nigga?"
Kinda awkward having a black guy talk to an Asian guy like that.
Also on another marching band rehearsal day we went to the gas station next to the school. They had Dibs there and we were like okay lets get some dibs. We walk back to school through the same Gym exit/entrance and the same black guys are there. "Yo foo' yo wanna share some Dibs wif me yea nigga?". Later on walking to the entrance of the band room are a bunch of Death/Heavy Metal/Rock heads with Iron Maiden, Avenged Sevenfold, and Dragonforce T-Shirts booming their music on iPods. One guy with a really high-pitched voice says to me "yo foo' wher'd you get those Dibs?"
Me: "uhh chevron"
rock dude: "EH DUDES WE GOIN CHEVRON GET US SOME DIBS, thx foo' "
Amazing what kind of interesting talk Dibs and KFC Coupons can get you into
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Only one I can really remember is a phase in early high school where I tended to take whatever someone had said and say "I'm..." before it. Much like the 'You're..." (example: That is lame. "You're lame!")
For example, if someone said something is cool, it was a habit to go "I'M cool!" or something stupid.
Anyway it kind of backfired one time in maths where a mate next to me said "This worksheet is hard" or something along those lines. Needless to say I proceeded to yell out to the class "I'm hard!".
-_-
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Back in 10th grade, I was seriously in love with my English teacher, Mrs. Rodrigues. She was 43 and was pretty skinny. She had a couple of wrinkles but I didn't pay any attention. She also had this lispy, light voice that gave me shivers. But I digress.
On the last day of my sophmore year(I had her 7th period which meant that I had to take her exam last, but I had the option to exempt it) she offered, of all people including the kiss-assing girls that are in every class, me a bagel. I was fucking on cloud 9. I spent the next 90 minutes slowly chewing my bagel and at some point I guess I was staring at the teacher because the next thing I knew she was shouting my name. I was shaken from my reverie and I was red from embarrassment because I knew she knew I was staring at her. When the test was over and everyone was running to get out, she looked at me and said, "Have a nice summer" and winked.
Even though nothing happened, I swear I had like sooo many awesome dreams that summer.
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