Talkin' about gettin' in trouble at school, huh? I've got a few amusing stories to share.

This one time, a few of my friends and myself were setting grass on fire with a magnifying glass. We got caught, and got written up for it. The principal was pretty cool about it. He called us into his office, and we all thought we were in for it big time. Then he took us outside, and explained exactly why things could be set on fire with a magnifying glass. He then produced a contraption he had that was meant for holding paper and a magnifying glass. We put the sheets the other teacher had written up about us in the device, and he forced us to burn them. It was a blast. And of course, we missed class to do this. It was great.

Another time, we had a guest speaker talk to us about mental illness and depression and suicide and the like. My friends and I occasionally giggled at the presentation, but overall we were MUCH better behaved than we usually are for such presentations. Later, we were called into the resource room by a teacher. We walked in, honestly not knowing why we were there. In front of us, there was a round table at which nearly every teacher in the school was sitting. As soon as we entered the room, the teachers sort of opened the circle up so they were all facing us. They wore identical looks of disapproval. It was like some horrible meeting of darkness. In fact, we still refer to it as the "Council of Evil thing." Anyhow, they lectured us on being respectful to guest speakers. We tried to point out that we had never been better behaved in all our lives (which was basically true), but we just couldn't get through to them. Nothing came of it. Teachers in my school are too lazy to take action. Also, as much grief as we cause them, we're "the good kids."

Now, my personal favourite story. Just last year (or maybe it was the year before), myself and my bandmates (acapella rapeme among them) were just kinda hanging out. It was our Public Service class, which is basically just a spare. Then the principal came (different principal from the 1st story) in and told us to stay out of sight. We were like "Stay out of sight? Whatever for?" He explained that the superintendent was on her way, and he didn't want us embarassing the school 'like we always do.' He forced us to sit huddled in a small corner of the science lab until she was done her visit. That was one of the proudest days of my life. It made me feel like a rebel. A rebel....without a cause.