How naughty were you at school?

We had a skeleton called Elvis for our science lessons. Two friends and I went early to the lab and stole Elvis. We wheeled him down the corridor and hid him in a cupboard in the next classroom. We had a very short lesson that day as everyone was despatched to search for Elvis. He had not left the building, just the science lab. We blamed the class who had been in there before us, no one found out it was us. Elvis was eventually found and from then on, the lab was locked.

Same here Bellasnana....too easily embarrassed unfortunately.

I loved school and was very good, my mother would have killed me if I'd been naughty and my dad would have been 'disappointed '. The only naughty thing I remember doing was sitting reading 'Rebecca' under the desk in biology lessons (which I hated). Teacher didn't catch me though.
I made up for it later though when I was a student! Climbing in and out of college after hours (didn't get caught). Missing a whole morning's lectures when I had been having too much fun the night before. But my work was always handed in on time.
And then I became a teacher - and yes I was naughty when after many years of experience successfully teaching reading and maths we used to be sent on yet more courses to learn the latest 'new' methods of doing the same. I used to sit at the back and plan my next week's lessons, which was much more profitable.

I was GOOOD but was once given 100lines to write saying 'I must not hit the boys'...…..wonder what I did !

I was too scared to misbehave at junior school.

At my convent school one didn't have to do too much to get them "the nuns" in a serious stage of outrage, that could be triggered by a number of issues, not wearing the regulation boater, being seen in the local town without one's gloves...this was the 1960s, although it might just as well have been the 1860s, or worse still seen in the town without one's white gloves, eating chips (very common) because a) the gloves have to be removed b) the chips were wrapped in newspaper and c) eating in the street is beyond the pale.....and you could make that a bit worse by eating chips, without gloves and walking along with a member of the opposite sex

Other than that any form of dissent was also an anathema such as arguing the case for contraception, reading books that put the catholic church in a bad light, such as those on the Borgias and The Spanish Inquisition. They did like to cover up the dark history of the church. Of course we didn't know then about the sexual abuse scandals then. Colouring hair, wearing mascara, lipstick, tampons, yeah tampons, even married women shouldn't apparently! ......oh God I could go on forever They were shockingly ridiculous about most things.

I've enjoyed reading this thread, what naughty girls some of you were.
Loved the story of the Steradent powder up the nose, and the gawping disrespectfully at a Chinese funeral.
My schooldays weren't nearly as exciting. I was too scared to misbehave.

Millie I think that teacher was really horrible. I can't see what was so naughty in what you did.

I was not at all naughty at school. In one of the schools I went to I felt positively sick at the way the boys were goading an English teacher - who eventually had a nervous breakdown, poor man. My friends used to tease me about wearing my beret home from school even when we were out of sight of the teachers. I liked my school uniform - and school dinners!

The naughtiest thing I did was say that I'd be away on holiday when it was sports day (which I hated) so I wasn't put in for any events at all.

Where to start! To all intents and purposes I was a well brought up girl with a policeman for a father. Primary school had classes of around 44 children and the teachers were strict. I did get caught climbing in the outdoor toilets and swore I was standing on my friend’s shoulders. Most trouble I got into there was for talking but I did get banned from the sewing machines. I had tried and tried to get it to work and it was such a basic error ( didn’t put presser foot down) that my friend and I laughed until we cried. Funnily enough I also got banned from them at secondary school for pressing the electric pedal too hard and it shooting off up the dress I was making. I had never used an electric machine before. We had an old section of the secondary school with stepped classrooms. When teacher was writing on the board a cough started in the back corner and progressed rapidly along each row. Another trick was to pat some chalk dust onto the wooden edge of the blackboard and rub the back of the black board duster into it. You could then get it to stick to the wood at the top of the board ( or any other chosen wooden spot). Eventually it would fall and crate clouds of dust. My mother always reckoned this was why I coped as a teacher. I had done it all before and knew what was happening.

marydoll I went to convent school too,if I had upset the nuns my mother would have killed me ..so I was a good girl too.My mother was all of 4 foot 10 and a half but by heavens she frightened the life out of us if we did anything wrong .

My friend and I used to go into the little foyer where they kept the register,we used to nip in put a tick against our names then off we would go back out, we had to do it again at dinner time ..we got away with it for 3 weeks until one morning one of the teachers were waiting!! we ran off lol.

My friends mum never forgave me as we were asked "to leave" gulp!
We were in the last year though!

Well with newnanny, Iamherenow and me .. and I suspect a good naughty few others seems the teaching profession is full of examples of how not to behave in school

I was pretty naughty, I was a bit of a joker and constantly being sent to the Head for being disruptive in class by being a clown and making everyone laugh.
I was surprised that I was still the same when I recently joined a Water Colour Class and my naughtiness gets everyone giggling.

I was a good girl because I loved school and I knew only too well the trouble I would be in at home if the school complained about me.

We were a good class too, at an all girls' private school and I believe every set of parents were like mine: quick to remind us that they were paying good money for our tuition and uniform and they didn't want it wasted!

However, when we were we got a new headmistress whom we disliked. She found us hanging out the windows chatting up the boys from the local boys' school and read us the riot act, until one girl in the class said, "Please miss, I was only talking to my brother."

You should have seen the headmistress's face. It was true enough the girl's brother was amongst the boys, but neither she nor the rest of us was only talking to him.

As a retired headteacher I’m afraid to say I was very naughty and troublesome all my school life ... chatty.. energetic .. ring leader .. truant .. but certainly made me empathise with “naughty “ children in my schools...

I also was a good girl at school, and very shy (still am a little). I enjoyed school mostly, going to an all girls convent school.

We were taught typing and would have to copy what was written up on the board. The nun, who was one of my favourites, would walk up and down the rows between us, and if we were caught looking down at our keys, we were smacked across our hands with the ruler she carried - I became a very good touch typist!

Usually good at school but did join in with the other girls in my Scripture( as then called) group. We locked the very boring,spinster teacher in the storeroom off the classroom. When she finally emerged all she said was “” Girls,I can’t teach in this dim religious light””! Doen’t Seem so funny now, but it was when she said it. Very naive lady!

The cookery teacher brought her woollens in to teach us how to wash them, first part of the morning including her husband's lambswools, then onto the business of making Christmas cakes, which I was excluded from as I was missing some spices, of which she had plenty in her store cupboard and she could have given me a spoon or two, but she preferred to make a point. I had to sit and watch everyone making their lovely cakes I had so looked forward to doing. My mother had written explaining that she didn't use spices but she had provided the butter, flour eggs etc. While this was going on the teacher was making a large vat of Tomato Chutney for her own use. She left it simmering gently while we all went for lunch, but my friend and I crept back in to the classroom grabbed all the drying Woollies and dipped them into chutney and slipped out again. It sounds mean but she was pretty mean herself with her own actions. I must say though I managed to be a very keen cook without any help from her, and my woollens are often hand washed gently using her Dip and Squeeze method.

I can remember the Nuns standing in front of us in Assembly looking very stern, offering not to name and shame if we stopped, being scathing about “Some wayward girls playing kiss chase!” Oh the mortification for us girls. No mention of the boys who were chasing us harlots!

I thrived at primary school but was overwhelmed by the mixed grammar school as I never adjusted to no longer being the brightest in the class nor to studying Science.
Of the three classes in our year group, ours was one of the naughtiest ever known!
One of my best memories dates from a fifth form Maths lesson, for which three of us (all girls) hid in the stock cupboard. Some of the boys split on us so, at the end of the lesson at 12.35pm, the rather weak teacher opened the door and said, “Good morning, ladies!”
I quipped, “It’s afternoon actually!”
The deputy Headteacher remonstrated with me, saying I would never become a teacher. She was wrong as I did!
It wasn’t all bad - my second husband attended the same school and he found me via Friends Reunited in 2004. More naughtiness followed - I’ll leave that to your imaginations! Ten years later I finally divorced my first husband and remarried. Mr. Ashcombe lives in France and I’m in Torquay but we enjoy time together and apart in our respective homes. A semi detached marriage works for us!

I attended a girls' grammar school, and was very well-behaved and painfully shy. I even used to suffer agonies rather than put my hand up and ask to go to the toilet.
After a needlework class, when I was 13, the teacher picked up some paper from the floor. It was a very smutty story that someone had written. Unfortunately, she decided that the writing looked like mine!
Imagine my horror at being called before the (very intimidating) headmistress. I was a complete innocent, in every sense, and wasn't even sure what I was being accused of doing.
Luckily they must have realized from my demeanour that I wasn't the culprit, and I was allowed to go. Eventually the girl who HAD written the sexy story was detected, and expelled. She had a history of bad behaviour, and that was the last straw! Both the needlework teacher and the head were middle-aged, unmarried, and very strait-laced!

loved that too Granny activist

I would never have dreamed of being naughty at school (or anywhere else for that matter). When I was a child school was my safe place and if I'd had money I would have paid to go there. Compared to life at home it was an oasis of peace and calm. It was warm, I had free milk and the teachers often gave me a biscuit to go with it. I had a cooked lunch and more books than I could read in a lifetime. The work was enjoyable and when I'd finished mine I helped others in the class. I got on well with most of the children and all of the teachers as I was both compliant and a peace maker. In my final year of junior school I was made head girl. I loved, loved, loved it.

Then I started at the local grammar school......................!

I was as good as gold at primary school & I loved it. I did very well there & always got good marks & was class monitor & 'head' girl.
However when we took 11 plus & I passed, I got into a very 'good' Grammar school & may parents decided to send me there despite my pleading to go to local Sec. Mod with all my friends.
Subsequently I sulked for the next 5 years & must have been a nightmare to live with & to teach ( except for Cookery, English Lit & languages). I don't think I ever went to a science class after the first week of term when they took our names. I spent a lot of time in girl's 'bog' smoking & reading magazines & my parents despaired at my grades for most subjects.
After O Levels ( I passed English, Spanish, French & Domestic Science by some miracle because I liked those subjects & the teachers)
We were all expected to come back & take A levels but I walked out of there feeling free for the first time for years & never looked back or stayed friends with any of my 'crowd'. I went out & got a job & informed my parents I was never going back.
And then I became a normal human being again.
I often wonder how I would have turned out if I had gone to the other school- my best friend went there & came out with the same no. of O levels as I did- in different subjects but they all count. We are still 'best friends'.
I have always told my sons to listen to their children if they express a preference for certain schools- we certainly listened to them when we had to choose schools.

At primary school, if we were queuing up outside the classroom waiting for the teacher and one child was caught being naughty', we all got the cane.

I got expelled. Enough said