Got suspended from school on multiple occasions for experimenting with hair colors (i was a willing guinea pig).
Set fire to a science laboratory by using a shatterprufe ruler to launch a piece of some chemical that had to be kept in liquid (oil or water - i don't remember) on to the periodic table of elements on the wall behind the teacher's desk at the start of luck break.
Released a box of snails from their container in the biology lab at the end of the day - they were all over the walls & roof the following morning.
Got suspended (along with others) after the Sunday Tribune (durban) announced that a schoolboy had won a drag competition at the most notorious gay club in the country at the time. It was known as the best club in the country at the time, a number of us used to go (we were in std 9). The headmaster conducted a witch hunt to find out just how many of us were frequenting this den of iniquity and vice. On a side note, liberated his packet of Perillys cigarettes from his desk while his back was turned for later enjoyment - they were vile !!
Used to sneak out of the house while my parents were asleep and use their cars to visit my buddies (no licence). On one of these occasions I arrived back home to discover all the lights were on at home.
I immediately realized there was trouble in paradise. I wisely figured i would leave the car down the road and bring it back later. Got inside, father went berserk demanding to know where the car was. I feigned ignorance. SAPS were called. When they arrived and started filling out a car theft report, they got to the description of the car. Police said to my father, "Oh, Mr xx, there is an identical white mercedes parked about 4 houses away". An on loco inspection took place and reveled all. The car was neatly parked and locked, keys were found in my pocket - game was up !!
My father had a thing for cars, and had a number of them. Amongst them was his obsession, a 1964 red convertible e-type jaguar. I was permitted only to look an not touch. I was not even allowed to move it in and out of the garage when it was being washed. The folks went away for a weekend. A mate & I decided to take the thing for a good old drive (still no licence). Stoned out of our minds, we were cruising along Umhlanga Rocks Drive (i think that was it's name) near the Natal Shark Measures Board premises. It was a tricky road surrounded by sugar cane fields.
Stoned out of the trees & chatting away, i simply did not notice the bend in the road ahead and continued on a straight path - into the sugar cane field. It took 2 tow trucks to extract the car from the flattened & very slippery sugar cane field.
All manner of hell broke loose. Home life, by comparison, made Dante's Inferno seem like the Teddy Bears Picnic !
Father remained bent out of shape for the remainder of time !
Got arrested with a mate for stealing petrol. We had motorbikes in school - those little 50cc jobs. Our parents used to give us money for petrol. we spent it on weed.
So for petrol, we would conduct midnight raids of blocks of flats & siphon petrol out of cars. Japanese were our favorites, they had a petrol lid release button inside the car & no lock on the petrol cap. A bit of pressure to one side of the lid popped the thing wide open.
We were however eventually caught by a security guard. Police took us away, got locked up for the weekend.
We were sentenced to 6 lashes by the police (this was the 80s).
I was getting lashed so often at school for various reasons, so I took this in my stride.
Breaking point now reached, I was shipped off to boarding school
Family moved to Mauritius for a few years.
Every time I returned to SA after school holidays with the family over there, I would smuggle tons of porn back into the country for my friends.
You can only run across a road blindfolded so many times before you get hit by a car.
After multiple successful cross border operations, customs officials one day decided a search was in order. Luggage opened - tits & p***y as far as the eye could see !!
They confiscated my stash (probably for their own consumption) and let me flee the scene of the crime.
I could continue .. .. .. but i think you get the picture.