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Littlemisadoughnut
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I’m a teacher
Biggest scandal that happened at my last school was when one photoshop whizz (we presume a student, not staff, but you never know) managed to edit all the senior leadership team’s heads onto porn stills… it was really well done, dead convincing.
They then managed to scale the building at the weekend… get on the roof, and stick hundreds of these images, all different, on top of the skylight roof, facing down into the school hallway ready for Monday morning. This corridor with the skylight roof was at least 20m long, and had to be used to access all the main departments, so couldn’t be closed off.
Best day of my career
Oh and a few years ago a live fish was found in a urinal
Biggest scandal that happened at my last school was when one photoshop whizz (we presume a student, not staff, but you never know) managed to edit all the senior leadership team’s heads onto porn stills… it was really well done, dead convincing.
They then managed to scale the building at the weekend… get on the roof, and stick hundreds of these images, all different, on top of the skylight roof, facing down into the school hallway ready for Monday morning. This corridor with the skylight roof was at least 20m long, and had to be used to access all the main departments, so couldn’t be closed off.
Best day of my career
Oh and a few years ago a live fish was found in a urinal
Milehammer
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The deputy head was having an affair with another teacher, unfortunately his wife was also a teacher at the school and when she found out she stormed into a lesson and slapped the other woman round the face (all in front of students).
They got caught as he lent his mobile to a group of students during a ski trip and they read his texts
100% a true story!
They got caught as he lent his mobile to a group of students during a ski trip and they read his texts
100% a true story!Lurkerlurker2019
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A pupil in my class died while on a school trip abroad. I remember bugging my Mum to go and her saying no as it was too far away. I'm so glad she stuck to her guns. Being 13 and dealing with that at school was bad enough. We had paparazzi outside trying to get interviews etc. A few of the teachers who were on the trip had mental breakdowns and had to leave the profession. It was just horrid.
watermelon sugar
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Not really the same but did anyone else have the rumour about the ‘it’s gonna taste grrrrreat’ kid from the Frosties advert killing himself go round their school?
justheretoread99
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Oh god how could I forget the biggest scandal of my year group.
Our Spanish teacher told us all to bring in £1 to the next lesson and she would buy us all food and have a “Spanish Breakfast”. (Oreos, Churros, Torrijas and chocolately stuff). We were all buzzing, some of us even gave her £2 for extra Oreos. After the lesson when we handed over our money we never saw her again. Rumours went round that she’d been sacked, or was on the sick for going crazy.
Turns out she’d been sacked for writing and trying to publish a book all about how shit the school was and slagging off all the other teachers. She got found out as she’d sent a copy to one of the other teachers to proof read.
We never got Oreos for breakfast. & we never got our money back. Bitch
Our Spanish teacher told us all to bring in £1 to the next lesson and she would buy us all food and have a “Spanish Breakfast”. (Oreos, Churros, Torrijas and chocolately stuff). We were all buzzing, some of us even gave her £2 for extra Oreos. After the lesson when we handed over our money we never saw her again. Rumours went round that she’d been sacked, or was on the sick for going crazy.
Turns out she’d been sacked for writing and trying to publish a book all about how shit the school was and slagging off all the other teachers. She got found out as she’d sent a copy to one of the other teachers to proof read.
We never got Oreos for breakfast. & we never got our money back. Bitch
Nothing happens obviously 
MaineCoonMama
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My brother and his mates stole a heap of gnomes and lined them up on the roof, broke into the drama room and did a poo on a prop couch then graffitied 'Pink Flod' instead of 'Pink Floyd' on the principal's office window.
Oh, they also pissed on a ham in the canteen then stole the school bell and stashed it in my mum's shed.
He's ashamed now but they were hailed as the school heroes in 1983.
Oh, they also pissed on a ham in the canteen then stole the school bell and stashed it in my mum's shed.
He's ashamed now but they were hailed as the school heroes in 1983.
SuctionBucket
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There was this quiet lass in our school, Sabrina, she was nice and hippy-ish. Didn't talk much, but when she did she was very pleasant and articulate. Used to just do her own thing, going around sketching stuff during lunch breaks, was obviously destined for art college, etc etc.
One day in 5th year maths [so about 15-16] the teacher asked her a question. It was a drowsy summer day, last period, she was staring out the window at a bird. Sabrina goes "Oh sorry, I didn't hear you", teacher makes a weak joke about "Staring at a bird, eh? Well, I won't call you a bird-brain..." and Sabrina fucking flips. Shoots to her feet, starts screaming at the top of her lungs, launches her chair at the teacher, and proceeds to sprint up the classroom and deck the teacher with a Tyson-esque left hook. We all sat in stunned silence, Sabrina rips the whiteboard off the wall and hurls it, lays a couple of kicks into the prone Mrs. McLeod, then starts smashing the shit on the teacher's desk. Another maths teacher, hearing the commotion, comes in and immediately tells us all to leave, realises Sabrina's not to be reasoned with, and basically drags Mrs. McLeod out and locks Sabrina in. We could hear her in there, shrieking and swearing and smashing, and the next day when we went to check the room/retrieve our bags the room was totalled. Windows broken, ceiling tiles all smashed out, lights all broken, a huge percentage of the furniture absolutely wrecked. Even those heavy duty tables, that're designed to be abused by pupils all day every day, she'd broken a couple.
The police arrived pronto, and we watched four burly policeman struggling to lift out a struggling Sabrina. They'd cuffed her hands AND feet, but she was still thrashing and shrieking, and giving these big lads a legitimate hard time. Eventually they got her into the van, and Sabrina never our school again.
Now, the thing that made it weird and the school's Big Drama for a while was this: We all saw Sabrina a couple of weeks later, now a student at the next door Catholic school, and she was totally the same as usual. Pleasant, friendly, artsy, kinda quiet. When asked about her annihilating room B21, she just kinda smiled and said "Oh don't worry about it". And the topic was absolutely forbidden at our school. The teachers were totally closed doors, Omerta kinda stuff, and asking any of them at any time about the Sabrina Incident would get you instant detention, 0 warning, 0 exceptions. Even your normally more lenient teachers, like Mr. Conlon who would smoke weed and play Grand Theft Auto over LAN with us during lunchtimes, were absolutely zero tolerance on it. Was weird.
I've seen Sabrina around since then, and she's now a hippy yummy mummy, still goes around sketching stuff, occasionally see her selling [absolutely amazing] paintings at art markets and stuff. I'm always tempted to ask her what happened, but I always had a bit of a blind spot for a left hook, so best not to bother.
One day in 5th year maths [so about 15-16] the teacher asked her a question. It was a drowsy summer day, last period, she was staring out the window at a bird. Sabrina goes "Oh sorry, I didn't hear you", teacher makes a weak joke about "Staring at a bird, eh? Well, I won't call you a bird-brain..." and Sabrina fucking flips. Shoots to her feet, starts screaming at the top of her lungs, launches her chair at the teacher, and proceeds to sprint up the classroom and deck the teacher with a Tyson-esque left hook. We all sat in stunned silence, Sabrina rips the whiteboard off the wall and hurls it, lays a couple of kicks into the prone Mrs. McLeod, then starts smashing the shit on the teacher's desk. Another maths teacher, hearing the commotion, comes in and immediately tells us all to leave, realises Sabrina's not to be reasoned with, and basically drags Mrs. McLeod out and locks Sabrina in. We could hear her in there, shrieking and swearing and smashing, and the next day when we went to check the room/retrieve our bags the room was totalled. Windows broken, ceiling tiles all smashed out, lights all broken, a huge percentage of the furniture absolutely wrecked. Even those heavy duty tables, that're designed to be abused by pupils all day every day, she'd broken a couple.
The police arrived pronto, and we watched four burly policeman struggling to lift out a struggling Sabrina. They'd cuffed her hands AND feet, but she was still thrashing and shrieking, and giving these big lads a legitimate hard time. Eventually they got her into the van, and Sabrina never our school again.
Now, the thing that made it weird and the school's Big Drama for a while was this: We all saw Sabrina a couple of weeks later, now a student at the next door Catholic school, and she was totally the same as usual. Pleasant, friendly, artsy, kinda quiet. When asked about her annihilating room B21, she just kinda smiled and said "Oh don't worry about it". And the topic was absolutely forbidden at our school. The teachers were totally closed doors, Omerta kinda stuff, and asking any of them at any time about the Sabrina Incident would get you instant detention, 0 warning, 0 exceptions. Even your normally more lenient teachers, like Mr. Conlon who would smoke weed and play Grand Theft Auto over LAN with us during lunchtimes, were absolutely zero tolerance on it. Was weird.
I've seen Sabrina around since then, and she's now a hippy yummy mummy, still goes around sketching stuff, occasionally see her selling [absolutely amazing] paintings at art markets and stuff. I'm always tempted to ask her what happened, but I always had a bit of a blind spot for a left hook, so best not to bother.
Northern northener
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The chemistry teacher had died from a sudden heart attack. We all felt really terrible for mucking around in his class and we genuinely believed the stress of teaching us naughty teenagers had killed him. That was until we saw him a few months later shopping in WH Smiths... turned out he had just changed jobs. We never found out who started the rumour that he was dead.
We also had a teacher with squeaky shoes and the rumour went round it was his leather underwear making the noise because he was part of a secret bondage society and he had a dungeon in his home. I was really scared of him until I worked out the noise was coming from his shoes
We also had a teacher with squeaky shoes and the rumour went round it was his leather underwear making the noise because he was part of a secret bondage society and he had a dungeon in his home. I was really scared of him until I worked out the noise was coming from his shoes
MaineCoonMama
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Right, this just made me lose my shit- no pun intended. Just the thought of people lining up to look at the giant poo is cracking me up.
Kmacg
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Lad in my class got some English coursework returned to him with a big red circle and question marks. In the middle of analysing MacBeth he had inexplicably written 'thats why the milky bars are on me' before continuing on with the sentance. We fucking howled and he had no memory of doing it. I still laugh at his confused face today.
Danni_louu
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Our head teacher turned out to be a pedalo. He had his office right by the girls changing rooms. Had pictures on his camera 
bubbadabut
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Whenever "Ben" the local dog got into the playground. Absolute scenes.
User111995
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I slept with my teacher after our sixth form prom 
Blue pumpkin
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I don't have any interesting stories from my school days but my husband told me a story about a school camping trip he went on to the derbyshire dales when he was 13 years old - sixteen kids and two teachers.
They did the marshmallow toasting and ghost stories around the camp fire thing before going to bed.
About an hour after settling down he was woken to the sound of the female teacher screaming.
With the two boys he was sharing with they ran to her tent lifting up a flap at the bottom expecting to find her being murdered but instead found her being shafted from behind by the male teacher.
The view they had was of the male teacher's hairy backside vigorously slamming into her while she was yelling at him to go harder
The teachers were both married to other people and male teacher's wife was an art teacher
at the same school.
They did the marshmallow toasting and ghost stories around the camp fire thing before going to bed.
About an hour after settling down he was woken to the sound of the female teacher screaming.
With the two boys he was sharing with they ran to her tent lifting up a flap at the bottom expecting to find her being murdered but instead found her being shafted from behind by the male teacher.
The view they had was of the male teacher's hairy backside vigorously slamming into her while she was yelling at him to go harder
The teachers were both married to other people and male teacher's wife was an art teacher
at the same school.
watermelon sugar
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The head of PE who was also deputy headmaster was caught shagging one of the Spanish teachers in the sports hall at lunch time