JDelekto: I actually stole something off another person's desk when I was in 2nd grade.
My teacher caught me with the goods in my desk and made me write a letter to my parents. I used to get the mail for my parents, and recognized my handwriting on the envelope. I was shaking as I handed my parents the mail. I knew it was just a few moments before I was going to get a verbal lashing.
I apologized to my parents, the person I took it from and the teacher for having be involved.
Needless to say, I was still punished at home. However, I think the teacher's punishment was the most firmament. Has anyone else had such an experience?
ZFR: Here is a solution:
As soon as you leave your teacher. you quickly write two more letters.
Make sure all three arrive together.
Then at home.
Dad: "Hmmm... I just got this weird letter. It says you brought a pink elephant to school"
Mom: "And this second one says you slapped the Queen of England who was visiting"
You: "Hahaha. I wonder what kind of crap they invented in the third one..."
...and we wonder why the post office is going broke. :)
Maybe these days, you should send one by FedEx, the other by UPS and the real one by US mail. :)
cardangrille: I once put a bowl of soup in my friend's desk in 2nd grade, and it was there an entire weekend. Needless to say, I got my playground privileges taken away for 2 weeks afterwards.
I used to play some really silly pranks on my co-workers. There was this one fellow who always ordered Chinese food with us, but never ponied up for a tip. I put a carton of white rice in his desk drawer and it remained unnoticed for over a year. When he finally found it, it turned into a brick. Had it been a smelly fish, he would have found it sooner. :)
awalterj: Together with a classmate from elementary school, I climbed on the roof of a neighboring house where no one was present since it was only used as a vacation house (I grew up in a ski resort) and we tossed paper planes from the roof onto the street. Then I had the magnificent idea to light one of the planes on fire and send it down the chimney.
My parents used to have a house where the roof was quite accessible too. My brother and I used to climb onto the roof and jump off it into the pool, essentially turning it into a "high dive". If we landed the wrong way, we could have easily broken our necks or worse. I consider this to be one of those stupid things I did as a kid and lived to tell the tale.
