Once upon a time we dissected liver in Biology, which was followed by English with the incredibly nasty Pink Lady. Some liver ended up in her kettle.
I tried substituting Pritt Stick for Superglue on the old 'stick teacher to chair and escape from school for the day' trick, but it didn't work. Chalk never let me down though and my form teacher got so used to it that he would tease me by hovering above his chair, pretending to sit down and getting up again while calling out the register. We used to lock him out of the form room too, every single day, I never tired of finding it hilarious (but most other people did), just a quick flick of the handle and noone could get in.
So many other things too, and I used to write magazines about the teachers which were actually incredibly perverted and quite disturbing for an 11 year old. I still have a stash of them under my bed and used to sell them in class.
When one of my friends started teaching at SNHS she laughed and said she hoped she didn't have any pupils as naughty as me. The thing is, I wasn't really that bad. I was naughty in a cute, old fashioned kind of way. My attendance was excellent, I got good grades and only got senior detention once.
It was the teacher's fault for being weirdos. There were so many scandals involving teachers while I was there, some funny, others definitely not.