Today I'll start with high school ones. This first picture I can't remember if I had actually done this in Geometry class or if it was just geometry crap for another class. Either way, only some of the page has math on it, then I got bored and drew all over it with my clearly mature sense of humor.
...and I'm not sure what that wrench meant.
Anyway the rest of these are from my Creative Writing class my senior year. That class was great because I think most of the class was either disgusted or afraid of me. I had three people I talked to, but other than that I just drew pictures and wrote poetry and haikus about pretty much everything we weren't supposed to write about. Here's the thing, we had to sign this writing contract saying we would write about death, killing, violence, etc., basically everything I ended up writing about. Half my poetry was about people dying or poop. My classic haiku that I actually turned into a song was called "Napalm Factory" and it went like this:
All the children scream "hooray!"
None of them survive
When I wasn't writing things like that, I was either pretending I was writing by filling a page with scribbles (I even turned that one in, she didn't give me any points) or drawing pictures. This one really dumb overly-tan girl we started to call potato girl would never shut up, so instead of saying "hey! You annoy the hell out of me! Stop talking already!" I just drew this picture of her:
Probably drawn when she was rambling about her boyfriend while putting more makeup on and eating.
I found my original ideas from when I came up with the idea of "Robert 'Goes to the Farm'" and "Timmy and the Acid Bath" as books for children.
Sadly Box Face Billy never made any other appearances. But you have to admit, that's a great list of lessons for children to learn. Especially "DON'T TRUST ANYONE" because I know if I ever have kids I'm going to teach them not even to trust me! And remember, "normality = bore-mality" kids!
Oh, and here's the back side of that sheet of paper:
I really only sort of kind of got in trouble all the time in that class. I had the teacher for another class though, I was a better student in her Creative Writing class than I was English II. She never had to wake me up once in Creative Writing.
I found a thick stack of "notes" (aka drawings) I did in my College 101 class my first semester at community college. There's going to be a series for that one because I like too many of the drawings and there's too many with stories behind them.