That sounds exactly like something I would have done. 
Well, in high school, anyway. In elementary school I was still pretty meek.
Well, I wasn't meek in elementary school, Kathy. It was a parochial school so I had a bit more latitude than those in the public school system. Some of my classmates were just as stupid as the principal and some of my teachers. Take, for instance, Naomi. She was the classic teacher's pet. She was also a fire drill marshal with her white crossing guard belt and badge. She once pulled me out of line for talking during a fire drill. She took out her little spiral notebook and pen and said "I'm reporting you. What's your name?" "You've been in my class for five years. You know my name," I responded. She asked me for my name again and so I grabbed her little spiral notebook and threw it down a three-story stairwell. She started crying and so I said to her "What kind of marshal cries? You're pathetic!"
Of course she ran to Suskie's office to "tell on me" and, of course, Suskie had me report to her office. I told the principal that Naomi was a crybaby and that she should find another fire marshal. Suskie told me to sit on the bench outside her office for the rest of the day. An hour later, she had to leave her office and told me that she'd better find me sitting on the bench when she got back. What a stupid request that was. I left the building and hung out in the park the rest of the day.
There was a limit to how much stupidity I could put up with in one day.
