I wasn't a hard kid and I played a musical instrument, so I didn't qualify for the top floor of the bus. However from my vantage point on the bottom deck of the bus I was afforded a cracking view of one of the top floor windows, having been kicked out at some speed, narrowly missing the teacher on bus duty.
I learned two amazing facts that day:

1. You can drop a bus window from the full height of a double decker bus onto concrete and still have it not break.
2. You can get away with such a wanton act of destruction under the weak guise of "trying to kill a wasp".

If I'd been a bit harder I would have been able to give you the top-floor-of-the-bus-point-of-view of that story which I'm sure is far more sexy and dangerous. As it is, I can instead play the violin to an extremely low standard.

One of the large windows of our third floor french classroom was pushed out and onto the ground as a result of a wasp assassination plot which went badly wrong. This was even better than it sounds, because when Ian smashed the large textbook into the window, he did so under direct orders from our teacher. An evil insect died, an entire class of children got to watch a large piece of glass get smashed, and the teacher had no-one to blame but himself. Absolutely bloody marvellous.