I had a magnifying glass confiscated on a school trip to Chester Zoo. The kid had actually volunteered to have the sun focussed on his hand in the cause of science so it's always seemed a bit of a travesty of justice to me. I was 8.
Wacky Packages stickers in my 2nd grade class were like cigarettes in prison. The man was always coming down on the Wacky Pack trade at Fairview Grade School.
I had lots of things taken away by teachers in grade school. Off the top of my head I remember having to give up superballs, a pack of nudie playing cards, homemade rubberband guns, pocket flashlights, a tube of fake blood, a bag of broken tempered glass (that my friends and I insisted looked like diamonds), clickers, booze flavored suckers, a few pocket knives, firecrackers, and various candy bars and gums. I recall learning by fifth grade to be more selective who I shared my contraband with, which enabled me to hold onto a lot more.
I had my father's pocketnife confiscated after I brought it to second grade and threatened an older kid (who was in the process of beating up my friend) with it.
I thought it was gone for good, and it was a source of guilt for twenty-five years, until I happened upon it last time I was at my parents' house. It turned out that the principal gave it back to my dad that same day.
lick'em dip'em sticks and powder
as it may have been colored cocaine
so said me teacher
when caught mid sugar rush--
it was shop class, and during the film strip, he started eating it, at which point i jumped up and pointed at him with my pointy fingered sillouette.
he said he had to test it to make sure.
the class found this jolly fun.
this is the tamest story i could think of, short of a lie
as someone who had a personal closet in the princiPal's office, i take the fifth for now
amber: what about those wax bottle filled with zombie piss?
they don't hold up to the adult palette like those french burnt peanuts
and i recently found out they did not discontinue the reggie bar
although i never did find that wonka bar a friend was desperately looking for ten years ago
interrobang: yes, i, too, did find the cliched flatness of tim burton not to my tastes, but i think he possibly stuck in the gear of cartooniness, and i enjoyed watching people try to put on a good show despite the cgi overload, etc.
Lick'em sticks and an everything Slurpee on the curb out front of 7-11. And a package of grape Big League Chew for the bike ride home. I'm buzzing thinking about it.
In my classroom I confiscate a lot of ringing cell phones. If I can figure out how, (I don't own a cell phone), I answer, especially if the screen says "Mom & Dad" or "Boo". Mom & Dad usually apologize a lot and make sure their child turns off his/her phone from now on; the culprit shrinks behind his/her desk, especially if it's mom; and the rest of the class thinks it's hilarious ("No he DIDN'T...!" "Oh shit, yes he DID! Ohooooh!") but fish around for their phones and make sure they're off.
Pretty_Generic just reminded me of this: I got my Mad Magazines taken away. Don't remember whether I got them back, but Laffy Taffy, Pixie Stix and this shredded jerky stuff that came in a plastic container that looked like a chew tin were insanely popular and always getting yanked.
amberglow: i leave the outing to others
and i also rarely passed things before my double digit years without getting caught
even got detention for telling a joke, and that's three demerits-- ooh, can't wait to get to hell