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[apocalypsos]

permetaform reminded me of a goofy high school memory by bringing up this tomato fight they have every year in this town in Spain. It's literally tomatoes everywhere.

Well, when my friends and I heard about it in Spanish class, we actually -- God help us -- decided to have a tomato fight of our own. (We didn't have cable. We had to make our own fun.) This is one of the advantages of living in the country or close to it, since I imagine it'd be difficult to fling tomatoes at each other in the city, where other people would find that strange. Er, yeah.

And, since we couldn't afford all that many tomatoes, we bought a bunch of water balloons, filled them with tomato juice, and used those. In the end, I think we should have gotten extra Spanish class credit just for coming out of the fight smelling like the highway after a head-on collision between a V8 tanker and a Ragu delivery truck.

EDIT: Hell, I'm bored. Tell me your funniest high school memory.

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[muffytaj.livejournal.com]

My funniest high school memory? *thinks*

Getting stabbed was pretty funny in hindsight.

... Well, it was!

[leiascully.livejournal.com]

Allo, I'm random.

Once in high school we had a cake and frosting fight at a friend's birthday party. By the end we were all crusted over with frosting. The intelligent thing to do at that point would have been shower, but we all trolled around town in open-topped cars instead and wandered into stores looking like Girls Gone Wild gone wrong.

And of course, when we opened the yearbook, the first picture was of us covered in dried up sugary goo.

[bnh.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, running around flouring people after the AP Economics exam. That, or hiding in the closet of my AP Lit teacher. *geek*q

[paradise-city.livejournal.com]

There was this one building, McCracken, that used to be a barn. (I went to a really old, teeny little private religious high school that used to be a boarding school out in the country, hence the need for a barn.) Anyway, it was converted into a four-floor building with a gym and classrooms but because of the pitched roof, the stairwells got narrower the higher up you went.

So we're all filing out of an English class on the second floor, and this big bear of a guy (picture Jack Black--not kidding) got the long strap of his duffel bag caught on the banister. He didn't realize what had happened until the slack on the strap gave out and bam, he went down on his ass, and everyone who was behind him piled up and we all went down like dominoes. Then the kids from the third and fourth floors were trying to come down, and they piled up, too, not to mention the kids coming in the building and trying to go up the stairs. It was a three floor, sixty kid pile up and it took forever to get everyone on their feet and on their way to the next class.

...is it sad that that's one of my funniest memories? Sheesh. Although, seeing as how the story started out in a barn, what more could you really expect?

[milkshake-b.livejournal.com]

Well there was the time we had a paint-splattering-on-wall thing, and the teacher was furious and made us try to clean it up with paint thinner, not that it really worked, but it did mean I inhaled a lot of paint thinner fumes right before the end of the period, and consequently giggled my way through Flowers for Algernon (the movie version).

Mostly I don't have funny high school memories.

[seferin.livejournal.com]

I walked into a moving (30ph) car and was yelled at because my chin dented the car.

3 funny memories

[sabotabby]

1. One year we had this New Year's party at my friend's house. We were always throwing these glam dress-up parties where people would get drunk and watch Priscilla Queen of the Desert and stuff. Anyway, two of my friends insisted on making all the shooters as well as the cake. I wasn't a big shooter person so I just kind of hung out, drinking a beer or something, while they fiddled about in the kitchen.

Everyone was getting progressively drunker, and they had a "can you walk in a straight line" contest, which most people couldn't manage. At midnight, out come my two friends with the cake. They'd written on it with icing: there is no alcohol in the shooters.

2. The time my friend was suspended for handing in an art assignment with a spread (literally) from a porn magazine with the caption: "Toronto: the Hot Spot".

3. Also, the time a kid found a roadkilled bird, painted it black, and nailed it to a canvas...and handed it in as a project. (Did I mention that I went to an art school?) I asked my teacher how she planned to grade it, and she replied, "Very quickly."

[topaz08.livejournal.com]

Oh! I know this one. My senior year (because I was 18) I bought a stack of Playgirl magazines and threw them in various cars around the parking lot I knew belonged to boys. Got my best friend's car, too, which in hindsight kinda backfired. He is gay. LMAO!

[maryavatar.livejournal.com]

My school had this really anal and belligerent maths teacher. He had a rule that you had to line up on the left side of his door before class, and he'd stand there and make notes on who was in a rush and who was talking etc. If you got three black marks in one week, you got sent to the headmaster.

In other words, he was a real prick.

One day he wasn't there waiting for us, so we huddled in groups talking. Suddenly he jumped out the classroom and started screaming at us to line up against the wall and shut up. I was at the front of the line, so had a perfect view of his purple face and the pulse in his neck throbbing fit to burst. Then he got even more worked up and started shrieking at 'that girl in the skirt' to get in line or she'd be in detention for the rest of term. She ignored him, so he marched down the line, and grabbed her, and started yelling.

Only... it wasn't a girl: it was the head of the Language department, who'd stopped off to talk to her son, at the end of the line.

We all got in trouble for lauging at him, but the last laugh was on us when he didn't get his contract renewed.

Oh, happy days.

[freedomfry.livejournal.com]

Ahh, high school.

I was living in Frankfurt, Germany, attending a US military-run high school which would be closing later that year. We were used to having various German potential investors poking their heads into classrooms and seeing what the building looked like, etc.

One of the groups of investors managed to show up during "Switch Sex Day" during Homecoming Week. Talk about a cultural difference--most German school boys haven't gone to class in wigs and dresses...

Yeah, that group didn't buy the school, and probably have a rather warped view of the American education system.

[teleute12.livejournal.com]

My high school was a closed-campus - you weren't allowed to leave school unless your classes were done for the day. My high school also had many boring assemblies, which my friends and I collectively decided we were too cool to attend. Therefore, on an assembly day, we would wait in the bathrooms until everyone was gone and head off to get fast food for lunch.

On the day in question, we had a bumper crop of ditchees - me, Michelle, Mikey, Steven, and Samantha. We all piled into my car - my 12 year old Nissan 240SX, with a token backseat. For some reason, Michelle, the smallest of us, sat in the front seat; Mikey and Steven sat in back, with Samantha across their laps. Now, apparently most people find my driving scary, so if that ride was insane for me, I can only imagine what it was like for those folks in the backseat. We spent the whole mile giggling our fucking heads off, sure that we were going to be pulled over by a cop for seatbelt violations. There was a lot of "stop groping me!" coming from the back seat - I still don't know what was going on back there. Somehow, we made it to Taco Bell, got our food, and made it back to school in time for the lunch period, where we were the envy of the rest of our friends.

God, I miss high school sometimes.

[wenchamok.livejournal.com]

*snork* Reminds me of the time we crammed six people in a Geo Metro. Two in front (one of them was me), three seated in the back and the sixth lying across the three in the back.

[teleute12.livejournal.com]

Hee! That sounds... very friendly.

[wenchamok.livejournal.com]

Especially when we reached into the backseat and started tickling the gal on top.... :)

[teleute12.livejournal.com]

Hah! Oh, that's just evil.

[wenchamok.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, we try... ]:)

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Hah! I can beat that! I'll have you know I found out the painful and awkward way that you *can* fit 9 people in a corvette, even if one is 6'3 and around 250 lbs. It was the longest 1/2 hour of my life.

[singeaddams.livejournal.com]

...then there was the day that the cobra got loose during a school assembly...

funniest high school memory

[octopedingenue]

My freshman year, a group of us students and teachers were driving the four hours back home on a bus after a long day at a UIL academic competition. We were all exhausted and most of us were asleep, except for a couple of senior guys playing poker in the back. I'd been trying to read a book but had given up and was falling asleep when I heard, vaguely, one of the senior guys say, "Turkey. Tuuuurkey. TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY--!!"

There was an incredible CRACK and then total chaos. The large plate glass wiindow on the side of the bus exploded, spraying shattered glass all over the bus and scraping almost everybody (I got a long scratch across my arm) but by some miracle missing seriously impaling anybody. Feathers and blood filled the air like smoke, making it almost impossible to see anything. Everybody stumbled off the bus, checked each other over, and compared notes; and we realized what had happened:

A giant kamikaze wild turkey had flapped across the barbed-wire fence on the side of the road and DIVEBOMBED THE BUS directly in the window. We identified it from the feathers and the witnesses but we never found the body, because the damn thing hit the window so hard that it bounced back over the fence into private property.

We shook the glass out of our hair and limped down the road to the nearest gas station/Subway combo to get dinner and wait until another bus arrived to take us home. The girl behind the Subway counter was mystified as to the reason we all starting laughing hysterically when she told us the sandwich special of the day was the TLT.

One of students on the bus was my editor-in-chief on the school paper, and for years the journalism room computers had a scroll-text screensaver reading "TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY!", much to the confusion of the freshmen. I still have a turkey feather I saved around here somewhere.

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[faith21.livejournal.com]

that is the best story ever.

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[cacahuate.livejournal.com]

Bloody brilliant.

[kaseido.livejournal.com]

that's a *great* story!

[heyorion.livejournal.com]

There was a guy at school, called Hurfy, who used to have a crush on me. I denied this for a year, while others kept on telling me, until one day it dawned on me. I didn't like him other than as a friend, and it was starting to get to me a little that no matter where I'd had a lesson, he'd almost always be nearby when I came out of it, despite the fact we had no lessons together and were often at opposite ends of the school.
I mentioned this to my friend Jay as we were sitting in the senior prefects' common room one day, possibly overreacting slightly as I used the word 'stalking'.
Jay said, "He's not stalking you!"
The door started to open.
"Do you see him in this room?" Jay continued.
Hurfy walked in.
Jay looked at me, rallied magnificently and went, "No! You do not!"
We laughed later, when Hurfy had gone, and Jay agreed that perhaps he was, after all, following me around just a little bit.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

There was, for one weird and freaky night, a school SLEEPOVER.

And what they showed in the movie room? The Breakfast Club.

Probably not the best idea evar.

Really.

There's more. Lots more but life goes on, Maybe later.

[phillyexpat.livejournal.com]

My stage crew friends dismantled a toilet and left it in the middle of the pit area of our auditorium.

[wenchamok.livejournal.com]

After our senior year homecoming dance (which was fun on its own), a few of us went to see "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" complete with projectiles. However, the idiots behind us either hadn't seen it before or misinterpreted the projectile list. At the point where everyone heaves toast around, I got showered in breadcrumbs.

Quote of the night: "IT'S TOAST, YOU BASTARDS!! NOT BREADCRUMBS!!!"

[faith21.livejournal.com]

My AP European History class had one of the best teachers in the school. She was really funny and cool and used the word 'bastard' to describe illegitimate children of the royals. (she's now state assemblywoman)

She was always a little late in getting to class, so one of the kids, Jon, who was sitting in the back row was saying how we needed a way to distract her so we wouldn't have to do work. Hearing her high heels coming down the hall, I yelled "quick, somebody pass out!" which was followed by a thump.

The first thing she saw? Jon lying on the floor in the back of the room. After a short pause, she told him to get up. He started saying "my leg! my leg!" so she threatened to kick him in the other one to even it out.

Another day in that same class we decided to turn all of our desks sideways. The teacher walked to the other side of the room, where we were facing, and began teaching.
Man, I loved that class.

I miss high school. I have a list of all the inside jokes between me and my friends.

[leelee-cakes.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Well, it might be at Hallowe'en when my music teacher dressed up as a speedbump and every once in awhile in the hallway, he'd scream "SPEEDBUMP!" and throw himself on the floor to slow the traffic.

Or, it might be when we got condom machines, only to discover the condoms came in little boxes and were made in India. We figured they we're that reliable, so we filled them with water and had a condom fight. And you'd hear people yelling "DUDE! That one had lube in it! Ewwwwww!"

That's all I can think of off the top of my head at the moment *eg*

Leelee

[cacahuate.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Well, it might be at Hallowe'en when my music teacher dressed up as a speedbump and every once in awhile in the hallway, he'd scream "SPEEDBUMP!" and throw himself on the floor to slow the traffic.

That's the best thing ever.

[pie-is-good.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know if it's my funniest, but it's the first one that came to mind.

So, a year and a half ago or so, in my second year biochem class, we were pretending to me mRNA, and our teacher was in a different room while we figured out the code to bring to her. Well, there were these tube things hang off the faucets in the science lab half of the room, because otherwise water sprays everyway. The teacher's table has two faucets in one sink, and only one rubber hose. Someone got the awesome idea to link the two faucets together and turn it on. Let me tell you, a rubber hose can strech. Eventaully it got a little hole in it, and Jamie started spraying people with it. She tried turning off the water and taking it off, only to explode all over her when Mandy came around from behind and turned the water on. It also exploded all over the teacher's crap. Well, we got yelled at and sent to the room across the hall where our teacher was. We took turns going to the bathroom, since the teacher hadn't gone back in the lab room, and going and cleaning up the mess instead.

She never did find out what actually happened. She though we were just being excessively loud.

I also have a lot of band memories, but a lot of them take much longer to explain since they are inside jokes and such.

[arks.livejournal.com]

We formed the Dry Ice Club freshman year, which consisted of putting dry ice and water in soda bottles, capping them tightly, and then leaving them someplace far enough away that they wouldn't hit anybody when the pressure busted a hole through the bottom and turned them into rockets. Did that about three times, and then used up all the rest on a huge three-liter Coke bottle. But that took a long time to create enough pressure.

We had been watching from afar for awhile when a couple of random bystanders went by, looked at it, looked over at us as we were waving our arms and yelling at them, shrugged, and wandered off.

Finally, the bravest of us went up and picked the bottle up carefully by the neck. He went out to the middle of the parking lot, tossed it up in the air, and ran. It landed on the cap, which promptly burst into about a bajillion pieces (we found a few shards later.) The bottle shot up into the air, easily reaching twice the height of our two-story school.

The next day the police were around, investigating reports of gunshots in the area. The club was voluntarily disbanded.

I think the turkey story tops mine, though.

[fyrdrakken]

Most of my funny high school stories involve the art/drama teacher. The day we had to move the performance of the play from the afternoon before Halloween to the morning of Halloween (power outage the day before, just before we were to go on) and afterwards started "costuming" ourselves with acrylic paint out of the art supplies. Driving over to the elementary for a performance and having one guy fall out of the back of the pickup and charge over to the car following us and ride spread-eagled on the hood to our destination. Oh, and the drag cheerleaders for the powder puff football game -- those five guys wore cheerleader dresses and wigs all day...

I'm forgetting a lot here.

[fyrdrakken]

Hah, the pie bet! That's the one I was trying to remember!

The guy who wound up our valedictorian bet our chem/physics teacher he'd pull a 100 every six weeks. He didn't. The terms of the bet involved a pie -- if Travis won, he got brought a cream pie to eat in class, if he lost he got it in the face. The teacher put goggles and an apron on Travis -- making him look like an idiot starting out -- and then mushed the pie around so thoroughly Travis was cleaning meringue out of his ears afterwards. It was great.