Actually yeah, there was this one guy I had Form 1 class with. Wow that's 10 years ago, ouch. Anyway, his name was Harrison, and he was a total spaz. One day he got the wooden metre-long ruler kept next to the blackboard, and used it to play golf with a full opened bottle of clag glue. Inside the classroom. While the whole class was there (no teacher though). There was glue all over two of the classroom walls, half the desks and three people's schoolbags.
One day he brought a box of steel lead sharpeners into physics, and started piffing them at the ceiling fan while it was going. That was fun 'til he put out a window.
The next day he took a bite out of my blazer. No sh
it. I had to get a new one; the lady in the uniform shop asked if our dog had attacked it. What a pisser. My sister couldn't stop laughing for five minutes.
But eventually the guy slipped up permanently: he rode a wheelybin down the side of a hill and took out a goalpost, then went and stole a box of doughnuts from the canteen, before going to maths class and telling the teacher that he'd been wanking under his desk.
Such a twerp, but it was a lot of fun watching him sit in the office that last day until his parents came to get him. His dad was a bogan and his mum was a postie. *shudder*