What is the craziest thing you did while you were in school?

I was shocked that A. No fighting incidents got me in trouble and B. None got back to my mum (she would have kicked my ass, screamed, broken things if she knew). Year 8, I was attacked daily by these year 10/11 kids. All boys, I'm a girl. It was so bad. Constantly being kicked, hit, tripped, pushed down stairs, stuff thrown at me, spat on, hell someone tried to slice me with a knife and got my bag and blazer. There was one day one of the ass holes grabbed my ponytail from behind and tanked hard, but he didn't yank hard enough to pull me over. I turned around, grabbed him by the neck and started kicking and hitting him over and over. He was screaming, I was just in a rage. He was huge compared to me. The corridor was overcrowded and I had him. No one came to his rescue. Eventually my head of year grabbed me, he ran and I'm left, yelling at her about him. Nothing was said, just a go to class. He was pretty bruised up and didn't dare come at me alone again. This was before I started martial arts. Year 9 and things were still bad. I was allowed to hide in the computer rooms even if the technician wasn't there. Well two kids my age didn't like it. They were such ass holes and blocked the door. I panicked because I was terrified of the older kids and I'm trying to wrench the door open to get to safety. The fat kid grabbed my arms and pinned me. The skinny kid slipped behind me and started stabbing me in the back with a pen. Then this tiny art teacher comes around the corner and she jumps in, trying to pull the fat kid off me and get nowhere. So I did what I had to. I was a few months into karate classes. I wrenched my right arm free and hit the fat kid in the stomach, he went down, then I tried to elbow the skinny kid in the stomach, but he deflected my arm up and I smashed him in the face. By this point there's two IT teachers and another art teacher on the other side of the doors. I wrench it open and nearly take out a teacher as I ran into the computer room to safety. I'm terrified. I was going to be in big trouble, but no one came for me. I was so confused. The next day the technician was back. He comes up to me and says, 'I heard what happened yesterday, nice one!" Apparently I winded the fat kid pretty good, busted the other kids nose and got away with it because I had four adults witnesses who knew I resorted to it as a last resort. They also hated the kids. They got after-school detentions for a week and I was congratulated. Somehow it didn't get back to my mum what happened so I got away with it fully. Year 11. I was an idiot. I figured, final year, I can eat with my peers, hang out around school like a normal kid. No. I was wrong. Kids my age thought sexually assaulting me in the lunch line was so funny. Another kid would usually wedge himself behind me so they couldn't touch me, but sometimes he wasn't around. One time I freaked out and yelled at them to get lost, only to be pulled out of line and yelled at by two ass hole adults who told me to quit making up lies and no one would ever touch me. I was just trying to use my past to get good kids in trouble (they weren't good kids). They then won't let me get lunch for "punishment". Then the kids knew they could do whatever they wanted to me and get away with it, so they upped their assaults. Full on groping. I completely lost it. I kicked their hands away, heard I broke some fingers, nearly barged a fat teacher over in my escape who was coming to see what was going on. Then I had a full on panic attack in a corner before I ran and hid in the art rooms. I just jumped on a computer and watched an episode of the Power Rangers from my USB (closest thing I had to any comfort, my home life sucked, don't judge). Eventually someone found me and I'm shell shocked. I just shut down. Another kid tells them what was going on and how I tried to snitch before and got in trouble for it. I missed one lesson to "calm down" then that was it. Oh, I was also banned from the lunch room because it was apparently my fault. So yeah, no food for me unless I could get a teacher to write me a note to get in there. Then I was caught and no more notes. I had to go all day without food because I didn't get breakfast at home and had to pay for my own food now. I couldn't tell my mum I needed sandwiches again. She would have been suspicious and things would have ended badly. So yeah. Those were my big incidents I guess. There were a lot of smaller ones. Sometimes I got hurt by the older kids, a lot of the time I escaped mostly ok. I was used to being hit so I never complained. When I did, I just got in trouble. Told they'd leave me alone if I left them alone. I didn't even know their names. Still don't. I had nothing to do with them beyond them coming after me. The poor new technician tried to get me help and found out no one was going to help me. He was a good man and he made the computer room my safe space. It wasn't safe at all, but it was the closest thing I had, besides my own imagination.