Were you a Naughty Kid ?

[brimz]

I was . Had to see this psychiatrist when i was 13 because me n my mate stole loads of Cigs n Baccy from the place where we did our paper rounds , we got caught at school with about 600 Bensons .
Got suspended & eventually expelled from that school .

I was really naughty at school. For the final 2 years i didn't go that often .

Anyone got any mad school stories ?

 

[StoneHappyMonday]

Not what I'd call naughty no, I was quite a good kid. Always stood up to authority but never unreasonably in my view.

I did however do two or three incredibly stupid things at 12/13 which, if caught, would have seen me locked up in approved school, borstal, whatever. Things I look back on with WTF. Experiences that lead me to have a liberal attitude a lot of the time to the criminally labelled young.

Because I wasnt a criminal. Just really fucking stupid, immature...dangerous.

Got caught shoplifting in school lunch break at 11. Don't we all?

 

[MrPorter]

I was until I went to secondary school. Got excluded 7 times, was a violent sociopath with no real friends - everyone lived in that village, i lived about 3 miles away. I didn't even know anyone where I live. Got in full on fist (and foot) fights daily, often 2v1 against younger years. Some say I was a bully, I think I was just bored. It is still an unbeaten record though.
As soon as was off to secondary, I just behaved myself. I think it was because I was put with people of equal intelligence and maturity, and there was something new going on constantly. Here, I only achieved one detention and was always on everyones good list. Except Dads, older brother was more well behaved and did better educationally in years 7-9 so whenever it came on my report that i wasn't as good dad would go mad for some reason. I didn't care much for grades, I just wanted education and knowledge really.

Oh yeah stole everything and anything I could get my hands on that interested me. I would nearly always question why I bothered to steal it by the time i had gotten it home.

 

[StoneHappyMonday]

One that's not too incriminating...aged about 12 my gang, erm, dismantled a recently disused signal box. We found loads, loads of detonators that are used for warning railway workers and train drivers of each others presence as it were.

Result? Spent a whole summer stopping Kings X to Edinburgh express trains when we found out the blue ones gave three bangs and had that effect. Had the police out most nights, never got caught, got in the local papers.

That's a tame one. But it was a laugh. I've got worse ones involving trains.

 

[Allein]

It must have taken ages for them trains to get their steam back up SHM

 

[MJV]

I wasn't to bad really in the grand scheme of things. Well I say that, but in reality I think I was just pretty good at not getting caught I used to go to quite a posh school, got suspended once for smoking in the woods behind the school. And I used to be pretty stoned in alot of my lessons, but thankfully no one ever seemed to catch on. Looking back god knows how! Once I actually full blown passed out face first in a history lesson. Oh and I had a few close shaves on school trips for bringing weed but fortunately managed to get it down my throat before anyone could stop me, tasted horrible though. Like grass that had been dehydrated in the sun for weeks. Ironically I was also really into sport when I was back at school, which seems strange considering at the same time I was doing everything I possibly could to try and make it as hard as possible. Trying to get back into it now though with running etc

But in terms of naughtiest single act I did, I think it would probably be a tie up between; Creating a massive fireball (thats not a exaggeration, this thing actually hit the ceiling) In a chemistry lesson. "Oh sorry sir I didnt know if you mix magnesium and dry paper towels that would happen, the paper must have just somehow fallen into the sink" *puppy dog eyes*

Or the time again in a chemistry lesson, we we're given ethanol. Telling me it was pretty much 100% alcohol was the mistake with this one. Tell any teenage boy you've just given them the equivilant of a MASSIVE bottle of Smirnoff and there going to drink it tbf! So I promptly downed about 2 3rds of a bottle of the stuff and spent my day in a drunken blur. Don't remember much apart from belting out "im forreeevvvveeeerrr blowing bubbles" at the top of my lungs and then being sent to go have a lie down. My poor liver!

 

[BlindHelperMonkey]

plenty. typical cliche of 95% of teachers chose to send me out rather than challenge me. im not arguing either really, comp schools havent got the time to concentrate on individuals as the majority usually are the ones to suffer. suspended 12 times in secondary school (they were greedily hoping id get them good gcse's) - finally kicked out the 13th time, though surprise surprise they let me in to take exams. offences ranged from idealistic stands through contraband to fighting

my dad had died while i was in year11 & i pretty much just went into dont give a fuck mode from then on. during my last suspension i made the fateful decision to join my friend & his new acquaintence inside their college toilets (yes, three of us in a cubicle) to chase my first few lines of heroin & discover what all the fuss was about. remember being more high on the taboo than the drug.. i decided to sneak into my last 2 classes, which were eng (cool teacher) & PE (changing chaos etc) got away with it, but twas a fateful day indeed

 

[BlindHelperMonkey]

^ MJV youre hardcore. i did the ethanol thing - we'd worked out if you accidently on purpose got caught for doodling on a table youd be sent to the science block to get the stuff to clean your vile pen-based scent-mark from said table. i was so chuffed it had worked out smoothly i didnt put much thought to whether id have the balls to drink it. in the end i took a small mouthful and distinctly remember seemingly half the gulp evaporating before it hit my tongue.. but the kudos was mine so i didnt particularly want to get drunk. told my cronies that i felt something, probably wasnt much if anything. just wanted to have the last word in the whole 'well ive tried jamaican rum thats 80% proof' contest that kids tend to put stock in, yknow




a half bottle and blackout though.. now thats impressive :D

 

[Albion]

I was a quiet kid who lived in fear of punishment. My mum is a teacher

 

[Myshkin]

Not an intrinsically naughty or bad kid, no. Prone to violence, yes.

Got taken out of school for a bit for various reasons, perhaps the worst being when I waited patiently for a certain kid to pass down a walkway where I was perched with a brick which I proceeded to break his skull with. I was six years old.

Around that time there was still much stock held in being 'cock of the school'. My nutter status meant I was unchallenged until the final year when a bigger, stronger kid with an impressive criminal pedigree joined. We used to 'play army' in those days, which was in essence toned-down fighting. For me, however, it was an excuse to wait for the right moment to jump on the back of his knee, knocking him face-first to the floor. Where I proceeded to reintroduce his head to the floor until a teacher pulled me away. Hard man, eh?

The fact that if a kid's father even so much as raised their voice my dad would go round and deck them certainly did a lot to reinforce this. Oh, and once a girl scratched me. Since I wouldn't hit a girl, my sister did the honours in style - went round, knocked on for her, then produced an iron bar she could barely lift and wrapped it round the girl's face. Now that's style.

I was taken for all sorts of tests and my IQ 'ruled out' autism (this was before AS was diagnosed in the UK and the ignorance was even more so than it is now) but found that I exhibited enough schizoid personality traits to be considered a future mental health risk and ADD was suggested.

The rest is shrouded in mystery because the only person who knows for sure is dead, but my ritalin prescripton came and was withdrawn after my mother read a scare story.

What changed me? The IQ test meant I was no longer a violent misfit but a 'gifted child'. So the school that wanted rid of me suddenly embraced me, and I was allowed concessions like going to the library on my own with specially-prepared lessons rather than have to suffer the 'baby work' the main class. Before that? They used to just stick me in with the deaf kids. No joke.

So - suddenly enfranchised, nurtured and encouraged (plus with the aid some excellent social engineering from teachers who'd sit me with the most middle-class kids so their influence would seep through), not to mention my grandparents, who looked after me for a while, I was eventually calmed down. Or at least taught that violence would get me killed or locked up if I carried on.

By the time I was hastily enrolled in a sink-estate comprehensive (on the fucking day term started, no less) things had changed, but there's another few paragraphs in there and I think the above is enough.

So yes and no, really.

 

[backroll]

Since being physically abused and forced to drink beer til I was shit faced at the age of 9 on a fishing trip I haven't looked back!

Never hurt animals though, so the future is better for me than others...

 

[velmwend]

I was an 80's kid. very naughty, from 5: Lighting fires, stealing and smoking cigs, raiding parents alcohol cupboards, stealing from shops, rummaging for porn in hedgerows, doing pseudo karate on neighbourhood girls, getting chased all over town by angry grown-ups. I was naughty but I was very loyal to friends around me. I'm still naughty now. Doing spiritually enhancing psychedelic drugs, drinking, smoking, stealing fungi from farmers' fields, the usual stuff.

 

[StoneHappyMonday]

^

I had a version of the skull thing, different but....I was always sporty, shit hot at cricket, bowling, from a young age. Aged about 11 in a very unstructured PE lesson I deliberately bowled a 'bouncer' with a rounders ball, at a kid who was walking past innocently. Put him in hospital. Accident sir. Cuntish thing to do, he was a nice kid.

Also, put a garden fork through someone's foot in gardening lessons (aged 12), yes we had gardening lessons. Aka cheap labour. As the fork went into his foot, and drew blood, he cried "shit!". And because he did that, he was the one who got in trouble. No sympathy for him, he was winding me up.

 

[BlindHelperMonkey]

omg sam same here, found that - after a certain threshold of course - more trouble didnt always mean more punishment. i, like you had counselling and was thought (wrongly) to be gifted, also around this time it was becoming increasingly difficult for heads to suspend/expel pupils - this resulted in them creating an entire new philosophical approach centred initially around myself. its common now, but then was cutting edge.. called it the BEST behavioural education support team - centre. which was a room segregated off where the teacher unfortunate enough to be chosen (by myself, though i soon regretted burdening him with the extra work/worst kids in school) would supervise you working on your lonesome. this was actually a deterrant, after two weeks solid of no interaction with my peers i was begging to be allowed back into class. but like you, i had special allowances, such as being able to walk out of any lesson if a teacher was pissing me off. as you can imagine, i abused the power grotesquely

 

[Myshkin]

^

I had a version of the skull thing, different but....I was always sporty, shit hot at cricket, bowling, from a young age. Aged about 11 in a very unstructured PE lesson I deliberately bowled a 'bouncer' with a rounders ball, at a kid who was walking past innocently. Put him in hospital. Accident sir. Cuntish thing to do, he was a nice kid.

Also, put a garden fork through someone's foot in gardening lessons (aged 12), yes we had gardening lessons. Aka cheap labour. As the fork went into his foot, and drew blood, he cried "shit!". And because he did that, he was the one who got in trouble. No sympathy for him, he was winding me up.

The fork's pretty impressive - top juvenile psycho marks for that.

Glad I wasn't the only one obsessed with actually killing people by smashing their skulls rather than wasting time and energy on pointless scraps. Gladder still that neither of us succeeded.

And look how we both turned out, eh?

as you can imagine, i abused the power grotesquely

Oh yeah, milk it. :D

 

[The Liberal Media]

Not too much, just the regular stuff
Porno mags at school, smoking behind the bike sheds etc

Worst things were bunking 2 weeks off school and faking my dads sig while claiming on the note i had mumps, ( got caught of course when my dad went to open evening) and got the cane for it ( bloody private schools)
Got a belting off my old man for it as well

Fair bit of shoplifting mind, mainly books not chocolates or anything

 

[StoneHappyMonday]

Sam, again I have a (sort of) very similar story related to school hard man. In that....I never got any real shit at school after, around this same time, the school hard man decided it was time to pick on me. To my utter amazement (to this day) I threw him over, knelt on his neck and held my fist raised about a foot from his face. I honestly thought of I hit this guy, repeatedly, I could kill him. Hard man seemed to be thinking the same. Dragged off by said dinner lady and never had to fight again in school.

Yeah, bit psycho.

 

[dan88]

Mischevious rather than naughty. Silly stuff like buying loads of grasshoppers and releasing them, Putting superglue on teachers chair, setting girls hair on fire (not my proudest moment). I'm still the same now, love a practical joke

 

[Urbain]

Scared a few old grannies with bomb bags at the old Bi-Lo's. Had a wicked fascination with fire and used to set fire to anything me and my friends could find. Made a homemade Guy Fawkes for the local fireworks display near the fort, and stuffed it with aerosol cans and batteries. Almost took the hand off the guy who threw it in the fire. Stupid. The usual knock door runs, occasionally throwing stones and cars and trying to get chased. Once walked the shore all the way from Priddys Hard up to the Solent, and got nicked by an MOD copper and his dog when we reached the transport quay of what used to be the back of the old Fleetlands. Stole anything that wasn't nailed down, even letters from a postbox - that got me a court appearance and a conditional discharge. Stuff from Woolies was always so easy, but I'd literally come out with stupid things, cassettes, batteries, etc. Used toi break into the old naval houses over by grove road park. Climbed our junior school roof once and tried to rip the felt off to get inside. Had pictures taken of us by a guy who lived across the school fields, but nothing happened. Had a stolen moped once, and crashed it on St Vincents fields. Expelled from my Secondary for being the class clown one too may times, and used to go to a unit for naughty kiddies, which in all honesty, did me the world of good, and was ultimately for the best. Trespassed in my old school Gym and me and a friend got arrested. He broke an arm when we were chased out. Came to a point when I was around 15 where I just got bored of being in shit all the time, so I lost my cherry and shagged my way through my teens until I looked old enough to get in a pub.

I had a wild time when I was 12-16. Everyt summer was sunny, and I literally cant remember a time when it rained, or the sun went down. I wish I would have appreciated it!

 

[Smellmett]

When I was 18 me and my mates spent a day sanding bits of wood down and painting a load of metal pipes black, which we proceeded to fashion into quite convincing (at night at least) shotguns, one of them even made a pump action 'guage' style weapon.

Things took a turn for the ridiculous however when I 'borrowed' my Dad's battered 950cc Citroen, and drove the gang round a Sheffield suburb in balaclavas, LA Raiders jackects, the works and committed half a dozen 'fake' drive by shootings, the 12 guage guy would come out of the window and brandish his 'gat' across the roof while the others would be out of the kerbside windows - one or two people saw us for the spotty fuckwits that we were, but we had several people running for their fucking lives or eating pavement shitting themselves - by which time we would be half a mile away laughing our asses off.

Lucky I didn't have the South Yorkshire police shove a heckler and koch up my arse really