Oh, those days of high school...
I remember times where several entire courses would have to be completed in the last month of the year. I would plan out how to complete it- A very good plan, mind you. Except that the plan would have no work for the day I was currently in. And then I would get to the next day, and change the plan so as to not work that day. Eventually, everything was pushed so far back...Well, I consider how I graduated extraordinary.
In some courses, I would exasperate my teacher by not working or not showing up for class (yet they knew I was a very good student who could achieve very high marks). The entire faculty knew about me, yet they could do little because I was a smart student. I spent entire weeks spending time with friends in a side room doing nothing, even playing Wolfenstein on the school computer there a few times. I spent entire weeks at home, doing whatever I wanted. And yet, these exasperated teachers of mine were willing to cut deals with me to complete the courses, because I would appear desperate to them. I never really did all the work needed. I would eliminate entire sections of the course and replacing them with tests, discussions, or nothing at all.
For one History class, we were assigned to take notes from the seminar. I never took notes willingly in class, so I wrote a two page rambling treatise on "kitties and puppies". The teacher failed to check what I actually wrote, and gave me credit.
For Journalism, I only did finish one-third of the course, which was the easiest one in the school. The teacher admonished me for my laziness, and told me to go to the office (at the end of the year) to officially drop the course from my record. I never did. Two months later, when I received my transcript, it read that I had completed the course with high A. I assume she merely gave me the course because she knew I was a good student.
I loved every minute of this, because I knew how to bend the boundaries of the educational system to my favour. Of course, it was not education, but obstacles in the way of a high school diploma. I did not learn, even during the times where I actually came to class. I did go to a lot of French classes, to sit and work with a very curvy and beautiful female friend of mine, but I never did actually do any work in that course, ever.
I'd love to tell more, but it would take so very long, and some of it would be in a context that would be difficult to understand (the school operated under a different educational system, making my laziness much easier).