I was a Teenaged Trickster...

[3113]

Cast your memories back to your teens....

What kind of tricks did you play in those years on adults and/or the "establishment" (like your school or town hall?). I'm not looking for tricks necessarily played on your friends and peers so much as those played on those in power for reasons of rebellion or fun, political protest or just to cheer on anarchy as teens sometimes do.

This is for story inspiration, not to inspire me or anyone else here to acts of vandalism or mayhem--but just to be on the safe side, I'd like to hear about tricks that didn't land you or anyone else in jail or the hospital, nor burned down houses or ruined someone's life forever.

I'm looking for tricks you played that were funny, admirably smart or clever, or just good fun. That were, in short, tricky and made whatever statement that you were trying to make at that time

 

[only_more_so]

I wish I could help, but I was admirably well behaved. Heck, the principal of my high school even trusted me with the school's master key so I could set up the lights and such in the auditorium.

In Jr High, I got out of class early to fill the soda machines. Although they didn't want me collecting the money, which would have been easy because it didn't have a separate lock.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

I wish I could help, but I was admirably well behaved. Heck, the principal of my high school even trusted me with the school's master key so I could set up the lights and such in the auditorium.

In Jr High, I got out of class early to fill the soda machines. Although they didn't want me collecting the money, which would have been easy because it didn't have a separate lock.

In middle school after lunch kids were not allowed into the building until a certain time. In the winter it was cold, and I and one or two others used to sneak in and hide in odd places. We would leave windows in the old building cracked before going to lunch and stuff like that, then crawl into them. We didn't realy care about being outside - we did it just because we weren't supposed to.

In high school I got stoned all the time - does that count? (No.)

 

[Katyusha]

We had a network of tunnels underneath my high school that was SUPPOSED to be inaccessible by students except by special permission. Several of the entrances were in janitors' closets and the janitors almost always left their closets open during the day. A friend of mine and I loved either being on campus when we weren't supposed to be, or wandering the halls during class when we weren't supposed to be. When we were trying to hide from the hall monitors we'd go down into the tunnels and hide for a little while. It confused the hell out of them.

 

[SeaCat]

Believe me when I say you don't want to know the nasty little tricks I pulled in high school. It would ruin your image of me as the Knight in Shiny Armor.

We'll just say my principle knew not only my face but my name. (Hell we were on a first name basis by the end of my Freshman Year.)

Cat

 

[jomar]

I was not that well behaved, but I was smart enough not to get caught. Even so, my friends and I didn't do grand pranks, but goofed against friends. So...another thread for those, eh?

 

[TE999]

I pulled a multitude of pranks in high school, some causing damage so I won't mention them.

One lunch period my cohorts and I filched the briefcase of a disliked teacher and filled it full of dirty plates and silverware. Those that were in his class laughed uproariously when all the crockery fell out.

We once put metal and wood milk cartons under the rear axle of the vice principals VW Bug, so the wheels were about 4 inches off the ground. He thot his tranny was shot until he figured it out.

During the Homecoming Game we wedged the Student Council President's Nash Metropolitan between two trees. When we figured he had cried enough, we lifted it out again. He was a snotty bastard, but we fixed him.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

One Halloween while out Trick or Treating a group of us decided to play a trick on the guy down the street. He owned one of the first VW bugs on the block. We picked it up and put the front end on the front porch then rung the door bell and took off.

The guy opened the door and started laughing. We all busted a gut laughing with him. We then came out of hiding and put the car back on the street.

 

[Trombonus]

My best friend and I once went into the girls bathroom.

I remember my friend J once thought it would be funny to jump on the back of a car after school. I told him flat out that if he fell off I would laugh my ass off. He not only fell off, he went flying into the air. True to my word, I laughed my ass of. Turned out he'd broken his arm. Lesson learned the hard way.

We also had our own little faction of wrestling fans going on. Back then the "Monday Night Wars" were in full swing, and the n.W.o. was at it's height of popularity. The percussion section and some other guys (yes including me) decided to make our own faction of the n.W.o. We'd have these fake wrestling matches, complete with folding chairs, and at the final concert for marching band we all wore our n.W.o. t-shirts and made the big reveal when everyone was introducing their sections. That was also the year where my section did the most perfect section intro ever. The other section members got this idea to have the other senior in our group put these bright orange signs on my back that said "Trombones!" and "#1!" I went through and announced their names, then she was supposed to be last. We were supposed to hug, and then she was gonna put the signs on. Unfortunately the signs wouldn't stick, so we had to hug for a long time. lol, I ended up hugging her closer, which got a lot of oohs from the band. The signs finally stuck, so I turned to the audience to finish the speech. Just as we'd hoped, the rest of the band burst into laughter, prompting me to turn around and show the rest of the audience what was going on. It was so perfect.

The only time I ever really got in trouble was during my senior year. Our band teacher wasn't there and the instructions for the sub were for us to have sectionals in our theater. So a few of the guys thought it would be fun to go up on the balcony. It's not something we haven't done before, but this time the guys went a bit too far. They went out onto the roof, and also played with the spotlights. So, I see the spotlights and decided that I'd got up and check things out, maybe tell the guys to cool it with the lights and stuff. The minute I get up there the drama teacher comes in and busts us. There were six of us in total. It just so happens that three of us had one VP, while the other three had a different VP. Wouldn't you know it, my group of 3 got on-campus suspension, and the other three got off completely. It also happens that the three of us that didn't get punished were the ones screwing around. I'm still bitter about that one. Still, I couldn't make a fuss about it because they were my buds.

At the end of the year after graduation my friend V took his trumpet (the school's) and smashed it on the counter, then tossed it into the garbage can. The percussion section also broke the piano when they lifted it off the base.

 

[3113]

My gawd, you were a well-behaved bunch! Even Trom only got suspended for something he didn't do! Okay. If most of you were good teenagers (what IS the world coming to?), then what tricks did other teens in your classes play on people that you thought were hilarious or admirable or just one for the books?

In high school I got stoned all the time - does that count?

Depends...what did you get stoned on and how did you get it? Many a stoned teen has an interesting story about close calls and how they hid their stash

Believe me when I say you don't want to know the nasty little tricks I pulled in high school. It would ruin your image of me as the Knight in Shiny Armor.

Oh, come on, Cat! Tell us a few stories! You know you want to

IDuring the Homecoming Game we wedged the Student Council President's Nash Metropolitan between two trees. When we figured he had cried enough, we lifted it out again. He was a snotty bastard, but we fixed him.

I like this one!

 

[Trombonus]

My gawd, you were a well-behaved bunch! Even Trom only got suspended for something he didn't do!

That's only because I never got caught.

There was the time some of our guys decided to play with the pit on stage and got a couple people stuck when they couldn't figure out how to bring it back up...

And also the times we played truth or dare and strip poker during sectionals...

And the wrestling matches between our old section leader and her boyfriend...

Sectionals were fun.

 

[SeaCat]

My gawd, you were a well-behaved bunch! Even Trom only got suspended for something he didn't do! Okay. If most of you were good teenagers (what IS the world coming to?), then what tricks did other teens in your classes play on people that you thought were hilarious or admirable or just one for the books?


Depends...what did you get stoned on and how did you get it? Many a stoned teen has an interesting story about close calls and how they hid their stash


Oh, come on, Cat! Tell us a few stories! You know you want to


I like this one!

The Cheerleaders in my school thought their shit didn't stink. They were te goddeses and could do no wrong. (You know the type I'm sure.)

The locker rooms for the gym were off the main hall. They were also attached to the boys locker room by a short piece of eight inch diameter pipe.

I managed to get into the girls locker room one day and loosened the end cap of the pipe. It was now held on by only a thread or two.

On the boys room side I opened the pipe and filled it with a rather nasty mix of Cherry Bombs and Smokers.)

On the day in question I lit a candle timer and split. Soon after the cheerleaders went into their locker room to change there was a loud bang followed by a rather nasty smelling cloud of smoke, all directed into the gorls locker room. Soon after the entire Cheerleading Squad came running out of their locker room. Most of them were in rather undressed states. To say they were cheered is an understatment.


Cat

 

[Corylea]

My parents were so authoritarian that I wasn't allowed to have any thoughts or feelings of my own until I moved out, at the age of 20. It never, ever occurred to me to do any sort of prank while I was a teenager -- my mind was so completely colonized by my parents that I never even THOUGHT ABOUT breaking the rules.

Lest you feel sorry for my teen-aged self, let me add that my parents' behavior taught me the importance of thinking for oneself and of getting in touch with one's true feelings -- I became a far more outrageous adult than I would have been if I'd been allowed normal latitude as a child. Living well is the best revenge.

 

[Chantilyvamp]

in middle school the football boys kept running though our locker room while we showered after volleyball. We went in theirs after getting seriously pissed off after a couple of weeks and put icy hot in their jockstraps. When it heated up a whole team ran off the field past us in practice doing a sorta 'omfg whats wrong with my balls dance'. They never ran into our locker room uninvited again. We also never understood how they couldn't tell there was something gooey and probably cold in it when they put it on.

 

[Trombonus]

in middle school the football boys kept running though our locker room while we showered after volleyball. We went in theirs after getting seriously pissed off after a couple of weeks and put icy hot in their jockstraps. When it heated up a whole team ran off the field past us in practice doing a sorta 'omfg whats wrong with my balls dance'. They never ran into our locker room uninvited again. We also never understood how they couldn't tell there was something gooey and probably cold in it when they put it on.

You probably don't want to know the answer to that little mystery anyway.

 

[3113]

On the day in question I lit a candle timer and split. Soon after the cheerleaders went into their locker room to change there was a loud bang followed by a rather nasty smelling cloud of smoke, all directed into the gorls locker room. Soon after the entire Cheerleading Squad came running out of their locker room. Most of them were in rather undressed states. To say they were cheered is an understatment.

See? That wasn't so hard! And it was a damn good story...and darn good trick

 

[Corylea]

We also never understood how they couldn't tell there was something gooey and probably cold in it when they put it on.

*cough* *cough* Um, teen-aged boys are known for producing goo at a variety of inappropriate times and places.

 

[3113]

in middle school the football boys kept running though our locker room while we showered after volleyball. We went in theirs after getting seriously pissed off after a couple of weeks and put icy hot in their jockstraps. When it heated up a whole team ran off the field past us in practice doing a sorta 'omfg whats wrong with my balls dance'. They never ran into our locker room uninvited again. We also never understood how they couldn't tell there was something gooey and probably cold in it when they put it on.

ROFLMAO! A nasty trick, but very well executed and I appreciate that it got across the point...emphatically.

 

[oggbashan]

I missed a whole year's Phys Ed classes and got a B.

I was in my last year at school and had a punishing schedule with overlapping classes so I decided that Phys Ed was the class I'd skip.

Several years after leaving school I met the Phys Ed teacher at a school reunion. He didn't recognise me - no surprise. I told him that I had missed his class for a year, explained why, and asked why I had got a B.

His explanation was quite logical - he hadn't noticed me so I couldn't have been good enough for an A nor bad enough for a C or lower. I must have been reasonably competent - so therefore the B.

One of my uncles built a small cannon in metalwork class. He drilled it from a solid brass rod, drilled a touchhole with a small indentation for the primer, and then mounted it on a carriage built in metalwork and woodworking classes. His teachers thought that it was intended to be an ornament. He intended it for use. It had a bore slightly larger than one inch to take a one inch stainless steel ball-bearing.

One evening he returned to school after dark with a couple of friends. They loaded the cannon with black powder, a wad, the ball-bearing and another wad before lighting it with a wax taper on the end of a broomstick.

The ball bearing pierced the school building external brickwork, smashed through two classroom partitions and lodged in the brickwork on the other side of the building. My uncle and his friends rode away towing the cannon on a trailer attached to a tandem bicycle. They were never caught nor did they admit to the damage.

One of my school friends was inspired by a report in The Times about an army exercise on Salisbury Plain. One of the premises for the exercise was a battlefield nuclear explosion that was simulated by explosive surrounded by detergent powder and oil. The device had produced a satisfactory replica of a nuclear mushroom cloud. My friend thought that he could emulate or improve on that with a similar device on the North Downs South of London.

He accumulated about 500 pounds of detergent, 250 gallons of used engine oil from a London Transport Bus Garage and 500 pounds of his own explosive mixture as used by the IRA in car bombs before they got Semtex. His device would have been about ten times the size of the one the Army had used.

He had to involve some of his friends in transporting the materials. Once we knew what he intended we decided that he was going too far at the height of the Cold War. "His" mushroom cloud would have been frighteningly realistic. At the last minute we persuaded him not to proceed and he agreed to us making an anonymous phone-call to the police.

Shortly after that phone call the area was swamped with Police, bomb-disposal and security experts while we watched from about a mile away. The 'controlled' explosion of his unstable mixture blew a hole in the scenery about thirty feet wide and ten feet deep.

We agreed that his idea was brilliant but that the consequences could have been unfortunate.

Og

 

[CharleyH]

Cast your memories back to your teens....

What kind of tricks did you play in those years on adults and/or the "establishment" (like your school or town hall?). I'm not looking for tricks necessarily played on your friends and peers so much as those played on those in power for reasons of rebellion or fun, political protest or just to cheer on anarchy as teens sometimes do.

This is for story inspiration, not to inspire me or anyone else here to acts of vandalism or mayhem--but just to be on the safe side, I'd like to hear about tricks that didn't land you or anyone else in jail or the hospital, nor burned down houses or ruined someone's life forever.

I'm looking for tricks you played that were funny, admirably smart or clever, or just good fun. That were, in short, tricky and made whatever statement that you were trying to make at that time

I didn't play tricks or hide anything in high school. I was blunt. Period. In grade 9 or 10 I went into Gym class so high that the teacher could tell. She asked bluntly, "are you high?" I said yes, but "I can still beat you at badminton." She wanted to teach me humiliation and respect, so challenged me to a game of badminton. I beat her sad ass!

There are other situations.

 

[SeaCat]

My senior year in High School we had a new Senior Advisor come in. She was an absolute bitch to say the least. A city Girl from the word go she was afraid of anything that moved. She was also always right and was more than willing to inform you of this.

The first time she met me I was walking down the hall after parking my bike. It was cold out and snowing. I had on an old leather Trench Coat, Jeans, Boots and was carrying my helmet and gloves. My books were in a beat to hell pack slung over one shoulder. As I was walking along chatting with a teacher I was also wringing out my hair. (It was waist length at that time.) She went off on me. I was dragged into her office and given hell about being an outsider and not caring about athority. (Now how did she find that one out?)

I turned out to be her personal crusade. She was intent on making me into a proper young man. I finally got pissed off in the early spring. I laid my plans and did my research.

One night late I showed up at the school and using the keys and codes borrowed from a willing janitor I unloaded the contents of a Pickup Truck. Less than an hour later I left, dropping the keys off in the janitors office.

The next morning when the Advisor came in there ensued absolute pandemonium. She opened the door to her office and was run over by a flood of Chipmunks and Squirrels. Over 100 of them. (For the next week they kept popping up in the least likely of places at odd moments.)

Other nastiness set up in the school by yours truly. A Screamer set off by remote in the Teachers Bathroom during lunch hour.

A Lid ignited in the ventilation system on the last day of school before Summer Vacation.

A/C D/C Piped through the intercome system at full volume for three days until they found the patch in.

Homecoming dance punch spiked. (We won't say with what.)

Shall I go on?

Cat

 

[3113]

The next morning when the Advisor came in there ensued absolute pandemonium. She opened the door to her office and was run over by a flood of Chipmunks and Squirrels. Over 100 of them. (For the next week they kept popping up in the least likely of places at odd moments.)

Other nastiness set up in the school by yours truly. A Screamer set off by remote in the Teachers Bathroom during lunch hour.

A Lid ignited in the ventilation system on the last day of school before Summer Vacation.

A/C D/C Piped through the intercome system at full volume for three days until they found the patch in.

Homecoming dance punch spiked. (We won't say with what.)

Shall I go on?

Hold on! Hold on! I'm writing these down fast as I can... (scribble, scribble, scribble)....

Okay. Do go on, oh great Sensei of High School mayhem (There won't be a test on this later, will there?)

 

[alyxen]

Does stealing the quarters from the (imho) overpriced laundry machines in my apt complex count as 'tricking'?


/sighs my first picked locks. Seems like so long ago lol

 

[SeaCat]

Hold on! Hold on! I'm writing these down fast as I can... (scribble, scribble, scribble)....

Okay. Do go on, oh great Sensei of High School mayhem (There won't be a test on this later, will there?)

Heh The Cat didn't reach his peak until after he left high school. I then became cruel, unusual and highly popular with some breeds of people.

For a month and a half I was assigned to do Gate Duty at a certain Barracks in the vacinity of Frankfurt Germany. This was a strictly female barracks overseen by a Captian with a God Complex.

Any males on the grounds had to be escorted. No males allowed into "Her" girls rooms under any circumstances. The barracks was inspected at unannounced intervals by her and any contraband was confiscated and her "girls" were punished.

At first I didn't argue with her policies. She was the commander after all and I was just a Civilian Contracter. Then she started letting me know about the changes in the regulations. I didn't like this and let her know this. I was told to keep my mouth shut or she would make my life miserable.

I went back to my Headquarters and picked up some items from the supply officer. (A friend of mine.) On my normal patrols I started getting nosy and getting more efficent. I inspected the entire Barracks Building for Terrorist or Security Hazards on more than one occasion. I got dirty, I got scratched up. I got everything set up and one Saturday Evening I let it loose.

Her Boyfriends were shown to her room by Security. (My boys.) I was notified. Her every action as well as those of her Boyfriends, (A P.F.C. and a Buck Saergent, both Black) were recorded at the gatehouse as well as booted into the Barracks Video Feed live.

She relaxed her rules soon therafter and quickly left Europe.

Cat

 

[Corylea]

She relaxed her rules soon therafter and quickly left Europe.

God, you have a genius for this sort of thing!

Remind me never to piss you off.