Had to evacuate the building because due to the teacher in my chemistry class accidentally letting a bunch of bromine gas escape.

My sister had the same classroom evacuated after she made an explosive that burned the ceiling tiles and set off the sprinklers.

Wish we had chemistry, alas we had to settle for making chemical weapons with cleaning supplies from the 99¢ store. The mustard gas was just what was noticed, I know damned well that someone made a hand grenade in one of those pre fab classrooms that were meant to be temporary but all got turned into storage.

Pumped up kicks I'm guessing?

Possibly it was in the late eighties.

Our seniors got to go to Disneyland for Grad Night. Someone ended up taking way too much acid on Small World, crawled off the ride, and sat in a corner in fetal position until someone came and got him. My old high school is no longer allowed to go to Disneyland for grad night.

I think our cheerleading team was banned from regionals after throwing a mattress out a hotel room the following year

does every school have one of those? Ours was named "Sticky". He changed schools after a semester of that nickname. it's a small enough city that didn't help

storage? we have a school here that like 2/3 of the classrooms are portables.

so on our school trips, in order to somehow prevent fucking, they would have the chaperones put a lil bit of tape on the outside of the doors. kind of like the TV "put a hair on the windowsill to see if someone came in the window" bullshit, theoretically the tape would either break or they wouldn't be able to re-tape the tape if they left their hotel room after curfew. My room was right next to the chaperones. One night, after being tired of the ridiculous extra rules they were adding to the trip to account for Mike (a well-behaved student who the head chaperone just did not like) I went around to all the rooms with students, took the tape off, and taped the chaperones in. Apparently there was too much tape and they were unable to open the door the next morning. Oopsie poopsie!

that was one of the more minor incidents (the chaperones thought it was hilarious, so i didn't tell them Mike helped) we had. I'm not telling what I got up to that night.

There are two highschools in my area I went to the old one built in the 50s which was used for special needs because I am an autistic who leans towards violence. Anyways the portables were probably from the late 90s early 2000s when the new highschool was still being built

That's bussin, no cap, for real, for real.

No, not every school does…

guy peed on a female classmate's desk and bag

my envy is palpable

Wait, what?

Unfortunately I can't remember it all but on a school trip some guys snuck away with some girls to drink beer and I think they made a big mess and climbed around on the building. And were just almost caught.

When our class's super strickt teacher went into retirement we made a book for him with all kinds of stories. One of them was the real story of what happened that night. He loved it and laughed his ass off reading it. Hope he's doing well.

I have a couple good ones. The standout would be someone pranked their friend by putting a dead fish in their glove compartment and let it cook in the hot sun all day to stink up the car. The other guy reciprocated by finding a snake and killing it and putting that in the first guy's glove box the same way.

The guy who started the prank ended it by climbing on top of his buddy's car and pissing into a funnel which led to a hose and spraying the piss all over the interior of his car.

Nasty ass kids.

Around Columbine, rumours started going around at my school that one of my friends was going to shoot up the coming assembly. He wore a trench coat but was just another dnd nerd and bullying wasn't even bad at my school (this itself was probably about as bad as bullying would get). He was monitored during the assembly and a lot of people avoided it, but it was one of the few I went to. Obviously nothing happened during it.

Though my favourite assembly story from that school was about the time they absolutely wanted everyone to attend one. Many people would usually just leave the school during them, so on this day, they posted teachers at each door to keep people from leaving while others moved through the school and herded everyone to the gym.

I remember getting to the gym, thinking they had beat us, only to enter and see that the line of people going in didn't disperse to the seats in the bleachers. Instead it continued on to the one door they forgot to guard: an exit from the gym itself.

I wish I could have seen the look on their faces when they got in to the gym only to find it probably less full than usual, since everyone exiting from right there probably made some who wouldn't have normally left grow bold enough to do it. But I didn't see their faces because I also left.

Then they just kinda gave up. Even though it would gave been relatively easy to fix the flaw in their plan, they never did try to block us in like that again.

Basically, how they were treating students. The school was operating under a lot of obvious nepotism, and was pretty openly bigoted. I was one of their primary targets. It ended with the state investigating, and then lawyers, and the school agreeing to pay my tuition to go elsewhere.about 1/4 of the staff turned over by the next year. Three years later the whole hierarchy was changed, and much of the rules, and policies, were changed.

At this point, 2 years later, the new superintendent called my dad and apologized for how I was treated. He then asked if it was possible to make amends, and for me to return to the school. He turned that down. To this day (30 years later) kids still hear about the "out of control" period in the 90s that lead to the school being completely reformed. If people are interested I can elaborate on things that went on. For one, their most academically gifted student, by a long shot, was basically shunned because he is gay. The dude is probably a legit genius, and is a prodigal musician. He had the highest marks, and assessment scores, but that didn't matter, he was a dirty queer. The school was a place you could call Kafkaesque without there being a bit of exaggeration.