In 6th grade my whole class knew that music class was a joke so we did quite a bit of stuff in there. There was one time when the teacher said that we were going to do one thing or another that we considered fun or whatever, so people in the class started cheering. As the teacher's back was turned I stood up, screamed at the top of my lungs, and then sat back down looking around with a surprised look like I had no idea where it came from. The teacher couldn't tell who had done it so she asked someone in the class to tell her, but no one said a word. She then assigned us each to write a 200 word essay on being good in music or something like that.
Now everyone in the class knew that I was the one that did it, and I was prepared for someone to eventually decide they didn't want to do the assignment and tell her, but the bell rang and we all moved to our next class.
Another time in music class I got a detention for something. It was a morning detention before school, and I really didn't want to alert my parents to it (they had to sign the slip) or serve the detention at all. So the next day my mom drove me to school at regular time and she drove away. I then sprinted around the perimeter of the building so that I seemed out of breath and then went inside to the music room. I told her that my mom's car had broken down and that I had to run here. I was able to convince her and the other kid that was serving detention. At the end of the detention she asked for the detention slips and I shamefully said that I accidentally left the slip in the car and that I probably wouldn't get it back because the car was getting repaired. She once again bought the story and I moved on to my first class where I told the kid that was also in detention about my plot.
I have a few more but I don't want to fill up one post with a wall of text.
Now everyone in the class knew that I was the one that did it, and I was prepared for someone to eventually decide they didn't want to do the assignment and tell her, but the bell rang and we all moved to our next class.
Another time in music class I got a detention for something. It was a morning detention before school, and I really didn't want to alert my parents to it (they had to sign the slip) or serve the detention at all. So the next day my mom drove me to school at regular time and she drove away. I then sprinted around the perimeter of the building so that I seemed out of breath and then went inside to the music room. I told her that my mom's car had broken down and that I had to run here. I was able to convince her and the other kid that was serving detention. At the end of the detention she asked for the detention slips and I shamefully said that I accidentally left the slip in the car and that I probably wouldn't get it back because the car was getting repaired. She once again bought the story and I moved on to my first class where I told the kid that was also in detention about my plot.
I have a few more but I don't want to fill up one post with a wall of text.