You're making this grozit up, aren't you?Believe it or not, while the two towns (immediately adjacent to one another- no separation between them at all) and the school were not dangerous or rough, and which actually resemble one massive, sprawling suburb more than anything else, when pranks started at the junior high school and the high school, they tended to become insanely overblown. Someone put cherry bombs in one restroom's toilets one year, and smashed the others with a sledgehammer. Another time, a guy cooked popcorn in a microwave for over ten minutes, just to start a fire. (It didn't damage much besides the microwave itself, but we had to evacuate the building for a half-hour- in February. Must have been about 20 degrees F out there.) Heck, one of the physics teachers I had has been responsible for more trouble than any given year of students, forcing building evacuations and starting Barbie dolls on fire for classroom demonstrations.
To put this another way, even the physics club built and fired cannons. It was hosted by that same teacher, but not really supervised at all, and they designed a series of cannons meant to be used during football games, in the hopes of confusing and scaring other schools' teams and everyone's marching bands. They actually built a couple, but the coil gun they designed was, regrettably, just a bit too ambitious.
I, on the other hand, didn't usually experience the zany aspect of weirdness at the school. I tended to end up with more Kafkaesque stories, like the time some black kid I'd never seen before hit me over the head with his shoes in PhysEd. I called him Nikita, referencing Khrushchev's infamous UN speech where he beat his shoes on a table like a lunatic, and got sent to the office. Apparently, there were idiot faculty who thought "Nikita" was a racial slur. I didn't get in trouble once I'd explained it, at least.