um, lessee...
One of my teachers wanted to throw a party when he heard one guy wasn't going to be at school that day.
He also convinced the entire (now tenth grade) class that the missing guy up there was related to this king, I forgot his name; they believed him.
That same quarter (and this was three years ago) he gave that class a sheet of plain stickers and told them they were scratch-n-sniff. It took them a good five mintues of scratching and sniffing to figure out they weren't.
One of the seniors came to school dressed all in black with a banana costume on and a flame-ish-looking hat. True, it
was Spirit Week, but how many days out of the year does a flaming banana walk over to your lunch table and start doing magic tricks?
Two years ago. It was Ben's first year at my school, and I swear, he was trying to get as many detentions as possible. He ended the year with about seventy-five... Anyways. Half the class was walking down the hall to the Spanish room some ways behind the teacher, Miss Jones.
Ben thought it would be funny to make faces at her while he walked. After a minute and a half, she turned around, and everybody practically jumped back ten feet. Except, of course, Ben. I'll sum it up in smileys:
Ben:
Us:
Ms. Jones:

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