Who has the craziest "ferris buellers day off-esque" story?

Discussion in 'Off Topic [BG]' started by slick519, Jun 10, 2004.

  1. slick519


    Aug 11, 2001
    Salem, Or
    well... this is the craziest one i have too offer.

    Senior Awards Day sucks. It always has and always will. Nobody likes sitting in the sun for 3 hours listening to administrators mispronounce names. But, unlike freshman year, we have a means for escape. A car. So, the plot to escape was hatched the day before.

    Lunch time, we gathered outside and debated the best way to get out. The conspirators: Mr. W, Mr. X, Mr. Y, Mr. Z (names changed to protect identities), and me decide to have Mr. Z park his car in the street behind the school. We agree to escape during the transition from 2nd period to the ceremony and drive off to Mr. X's house to hang out until 3rd period.
    The next day, our plan is looking bad. Mr. W, Mr. X, Mr. Z and I all happen to have the same class, simplifying our escape. However, our teacher puts us on a lockdown and escorts the entire class to the stadium where the ceremony is taking place.

    However, once inside, we immediately exit the stadium through another exit and begin walking toward the place in the parking lot we cut through the woods to get to Mr. Z's car. We go about 25 feet, trying to look inconspicuous, before a teacher notices we are "walking the wrong way."
    So, we head back into the stadium and wait for her to get out of sight. We head back the other way but notice wave after wave of teachers coming our way. We go to the school, hoping to cut through. We enter through the band room door, and book it down the hallway and into the Commons. Running down Senior Hall, a teacher asks, "Where are you going?" Still running, I tell her we are hurrying to get water before the assembly starts. We turn down to Science Hall, and head out to the back gate.

    We discover one of the Tomlin's (a family of school security guards - father and his two identicle twin sons) guarding the back gate. We then turn left and run through the parking lot. Mr. Z, reaching the end of the pavement, jumps down the hill into a bunch of blackberry bushes which seem to be stopping our escape. We find a way through them, and move through the woods toward the street with the car.
    At the end of the woods, we discover Mr. Y, arms crossed, waiting for us. We run up the street and hop into Mr. Z's car. Victory.

    We head to Mr. X's house, and various things go on. some smot was poked, for a few of the people (none of the future drivers participated). Mr Z. was driving like a freakin maniac, but that was expected. Once at Mr. X's, we hang out for awhile, deciding what to do with our 2 and a half hours of free time.

    Somewhere along the line, we realize we need to eat. So, being the crazy day as it is, everyone thinks it is a good idea to have Mr. X or me drive because we only have our permits, and breaking the law is cool... right? I tell Mr. B I will drive because i've had my permit for about 8 months and i'm a pretty good driver. Mr. X insists to drive, saying he is a good driver. He's had his permit for only a month, but claims he knows what he's doing. We pile into Mr. Z's car with Mr. X at the wheel. Unfortunately, I get a seat with a broken seatbelt. Mr. X pulls out of his driveway and onto the road.

    Already I can tell this is a bad idea. He hits 60 in a 45 zone and the music is LOUD. Mr. Z gets out of his seat and hangs out the window yelling. We are coming up on the turn to get back into town so I say, "Turn here." Mr. X takes a 90 degree turn at 40mph. I still couldn't get my freakin seatbelt to work.
    He missed the turn and the car plowed into the ditch. In the ditch we ran over the stop sign, with Mr. Z still halfway out his window. Less than 3 feet away was a telephone pole. Frick.
    Somehow, and don't ask me how, we missed the pole. Mr. X turns and gets out of the ditch, on two wheels. After almost dying, I told Mr. X, "PULL OVER THE CAR."

    We drive a few hundred more feet and he stops the car. We get out to check the damage a stop sign at 40mph did. Nothing. This car went into a ditch, ran over a stop sign, and came back out and the only thing that's there is a little scuff mark. We now call the car "THOR" You can bet your ass that I'm in control of the car after that. Next we head to Taco Bell. We eat, get gas at Safeway, get candy at Safeway, then head back to school. We drive by and see everyone getting released. Right on time. I get my stuff out of the classroom with Mr. W, Mr. X, and Mr. Z, our teacher calls Mr. W and Mr. Z back and asks where they were during the assembly. Mr. X and I walk off.

    well, thats my story...
  2. vbass


    May 7, 2004
    Bay Area, CA
    I don't have any crazy stories like that, but I used to skip out on assemblies/classes all the time and smoke out at my friends house. She lived right across the street from the school so it was very convenient.
    The only thing that sucked was senior year I had calc and physics after lunch, which means I was probably sober for all of 2 classes in each. I have no idea how I passed...
  3. Baofu


    Mar 8, 2003
    Yeah, I had the same teacher for Calculus (2nd Period) as I did Physics II (6th Period). Yeah... it was hard to convince him that I wasn't skipping when he would see me in the morning, but not the afternoon. I skipped so much school my senior year. There was a two week period where I skipped part of every day, followed by two months of skipping at least one full day every week, just didn't show up fridays.

    We did escape senarios from assemblies and what not, but we usually just parked someone's car outside the band room entrance and booked it out the bus lane. They didn't have anyone out in the parking lot, since they thought posting people at "every" door would do it.
  4. At my school, skip more than 10 days, lose all your credits. No exceptions. We don't have security guards, and teachers enevr seem to ask questions, so I guess leaving would have been easy. Oh, and your entire school has to listen to senior awards? Ouch. Good idea, getting out of that.
  5. Eyescream


    Feb 4, 2004
    Knoxville, TN
    Schools are tougher on stuff like that now, it seems.

    I graduated in 98, and had teachers that would let me come and go as I pleased, pretty much. If I wanted to go outside and smoke, I was welcome to (as long as I didn't let on that anybody let me go if I was caught, etc).