You didn't think they would actually suspend that sweet looking kid, did you? I had some pretty intense home issues so I think they really just felt bad for me. So I kinda got away with a lot. Let me share a few stories with you.
Out on the playground at recess one cold day of 2nd grade, I was apparently feeling a little feisty. There was this one girl, let's call her "Lauren" (that may or may not be her real name), and she was a spoiled little bitch. Honestly, most of the kids I went to school with had wealthy familes, nice homes, all the new stuff; and I guess that got under my skin sometimes. This particular girl though, she was just a brat to everyone. She had this puffy denim jacket (it was the 1980s!) that had a fur collar. Yea, a 2nd grader with a fur collar. Well on this cold day, I was just fed up with her. I ripped her jacket off her and threw it in a pile of dog poop. Being the priss that she was, you can imagine the screech she let out. We ended up being friends sometime later, on and off all through middle school. No idea what she's up to now, and I never did ask her how she had to clean that coat.
Another day at recess (man I loved to cause trouble outdoors), I did something way worse. This was 3rd grade now. Out past the baseball field and right by the street, 2 friends and I were hanging by the road (hey, where the hell were the teachers!?) and I decided to start throwing sticks and rocks at all the cars driving by. My friends held their stomachs in laughter as I kept missing each car. Until this little red car came along... whack! A stick right on her winshield. She started swerving and we noticed she was pulling over. We ran! We ran back down to the playground acting like nothing happened and we had been there all along. But she chased us. She ran after us screaming and crying and ran to the nearest adult, hysterical and pointing her fingers at us. And my "friends" pointing their fingers at me. Snitches.
4th grade was the worst. "You could have killed him!"
It was April fools day and I brought some chili powder to school with me. (Don't even ask how I came up with these things, I have no idea. I was in a foster home at this point so I think I was just crazy!) We had a guest speaker that day for poetry. His name was Poet Bla Bla Bla, no idea and doesn't matter. He had a little table set up outside of the school office. Yep, right by the principals office. I was with two boys (bad idea because boys have cooties and they get you in trouble), and we were by the office for whatever reason and I spotted this poet's little set up. I noticed he had a cup of coffee sitting there. Perfect! Chili powder coffee, happy April Fools Day suckaaa! Well, much like 3rd grade, I got snitched on. No wonder I have trust issues! I remember getting reamed by the principal and my teacher. "What if he was allergic?!" I probably didn't even know what allergic meant. "You could have killed him!" He ain't dead though, is he?
Another thing I did in elementary school; I stole random things from a bunch of cubbies. I stole someones library book "Where The Sidewalk Ends", a soccer ball (from a kid that actually played soccer and probably really needed that ball), someone's change (because change was a lot of money back then), and a few other things I can't remember. It was a pretty big deal that all these things were missing, big enough that they sent a letter home to everyone's parents (or in my case, foster mom). I was hiding all the stuff in my room. I didn't give a fuck. I felt pretty bad ass. Until it was all found in my room, dammit. Luckily, she was actually nice so she didn't beat me or lock me in a closet or anything. I just had to return all the stuff anonymously and she tried to teach me how bad it is to steal. Whatever lady.