by birdmadgirl » Wed Jun 14, 2006 7:05 am
I took art in high school. The class was filled with two distinct groups of people: kids who actually *wanted* to take it and the burnouts who thought they could mess around and make an easy grade.
Mr. BMG's best friend terrorized teachers in every class he was in, but he saved his best efforts for the art teacher. She was young, blonde, pretty and an airhead. It was her first year teaching. Said friend was a burnout in art class. At Halloween, we carved pumpkins. Burnout Boy actually did a really good job on his. I knew he had something planned, though, because he worked so hard on it. He finished it, showed it to the teacher, walked over the the window (we were on the second floor) and heaved it out the window, where it landed and exploded on this big painting of the school mascot.
Last day of school, Burnout Boy waited until the teacher left to do something (can't remember what but it was something that let him know he had some time to play with). He turned her desk around the opposite direction and then took her pens, pencils, etc. and hot glued them to her desk facing the right direction. So, she comes back, tries to sit down, bangs her knees, gets pissed, goes to grab a pen, it won't move, she *flips* out. Very, very entertaining to a room full of high school kids.
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