It was 1995, and I had made a fake parking permit for Fairview Hugh school in Boulder Colorado using Corel draw and Kinko's. The junior class president--my arch enemy--found out and narked.
I got pulled into the principal's office and was threatened with suspension. When they asked me how I made it, I told them I downloaded it from the internet. I explained further, that I had my own business making websites for local businesses. "Oh, ok then." They told me that my "we sentencing" would take place the next week.
I didn't sleep that weekend for fear of someone molesting my "permanent record." That next Monday, a student assistant pulled me out of class and took me to the principal's office for my sentencing: teacj the principal how to use the internet!
The best part of all this, is that I later learned the snitch had purchased his ap history term paper from the back of Vanity Fair magazine. I called him to tell him that I knew and he hung up. I called again and it went to his answering machine, where I explained that this was blackmail: he had exactly 1 hour to deliver me his authentic parking permit for the entire next semester, otherwise I would snitch. He answered the call mid-message and delivered the goods 40min later.
When I first got busted, my dad told me about revenge being best served cold (it's a saying in French), that I should bide my time. He was right!
It's also a saying in English, one that translates well.
They thought it was hilarious and that was the end of the matter.
So I broadcast a message (with spoofed username) pretending to be there IT director, telling them to cut it out. It always helps to have an extra secret :p
I actually got expelled from my school (in Scotland) for installing the 'MacinTalk' network chat software on our Business Studies AppleTalk network with about ten Mac Classics. The time I only got suspended was for using Prestel via the Computer department's (only) modem, after shoulder-surfing the password for the school account when a teacher demonstrated 'the future of computers' to us. The look of uncomprehending fear on the teacher's face as they ran into the computer lab after being told I was using the modem was priceless. I eventually had to go to an entirely different school to study for my Higher Computing, because none of the teachers at my school were competent enough to teach it.
I decided to poke at it and see what "/forest" did, ended up messaging the entire network with a harmless "Hello world".
It's shocking to see the ordeal that mmccaff went through; for me it was just a couple of very confused teachers and an IT department that wanted to keep an eye on the troublemaker.
I was interested in network security and asking to my teacher about the best way to learn this information and whether 'these' tools would give me an understanding, I told her I brought them in to ask questions about and next thing I knew they broke into my locker, read the drive and I was pulled out of class and in the principals office for "possessing" these tools.
I still remember him saying "it's like you brought a gun to school, just because you didn't use it doesn't make it ok. The only reason we haven't expelled you is because we can't prove you used them on the school network."
I understand now they reacted this way out of fear but it was a pretty terrible way of handling a curious kid and ruined both my trust in teachers and interest in learning any kind of network security.
Very detailed manuals for everything were just on a shelf in the classroom.
I forgot how we did it, but we wrote something that gave us access to the place where the passwords were stored on the master server. I also forget why we did this, but somehow we accidentally deleted the master password file.
We were still logged into the system, but panic set in. We logged out...
...and of course we could not log back in. Nobody could log in.
We owned up right away. The difference between mine and the OP's story is I just had a very stern talking to from the headmaster and strongly worded letter home! He did admit he was quite impressed but suggest we channel our talents into less destructive projects.
Network was down for a day while it was completely reinstalled!
As we were the best students we had access to the chemistry lab store room, so we made a big batch and painted it everywhere (under chairs, blackboards, waiting areas outside classrooms, etc.). It was hilarious. Again all we got was a stern talking to and a mop and bucket, and told to clean it up.
I suppose that today anything to do with explosives would be taken too seriously to be fun.
We had fun for a bit restarting the router when we wanted to mess with a boring teacher, but eventually one of them set a password, the school IT guy found himself locked out, and I found myself getting threatened with expulsion. The principal interrogated me and asked if I knew what port scanning was, and even accused me of lying when I said I didn't (I really didn't!). I told him as much as I knew - which wasn't much - because I didn't want to get expelled a few months before graduating.
Long story short, the friend that set the password got expelled, the one that found the vulnerability got suspended for a week, and everyone else got off scot-free. I heard a year or two later they started offering programming classes there.
I am going to report what I found to Principal.
When I got to college, I was quite surprised to learn how common AP CS was. I was especially blown away by a classmate who took 4 years of CS in high school (at Stuyvesant IIRC).
The first was when I created a small messaging application that allowed students to message each other on school computers when in study rooms that had an enforced silence rule - it was really basic and just used text files that were stored on the shared files on the school network.
The second was worse simply because I was pulled out of class for looking up how another student was making pop-up messages appear on all the networked PCs using the school's printing system. So, this student was in the middle of somehow gaining admin rights, and I was threatened with expulsion because I was looking up how he was doing it.
Real fun times
Classic interrogation technique. I also learned a lot about how police states work when I was in high school.
We were lucky enough to find such a school reasonably nearby but the cost - despite their genuine efforts to keep them low - are scary.
So we helped her naturally, undoing our own work and uninstalling NetBus. I'm not sure she ever figured out it was us, though.
They DID figure out who was spamming "net send" messages to certain people. A kind of war had started, where people would compete in sending the most net sends to each other, forcing the other side to click "OK" on a message box. It got sort of nuclear once we discovered batch scripts and for loops.
I just brought a Linux live USB stick with me and did my work that way.
A school frightened to teach pupils ...
I got a call from the principal the next day. He congratulated me and asked me to apologize to the CS teacher. After I did that, she agreed to drop the charges. In the end, I was only reprimanded and I had to apologize to the whole school as well. My only other "punishment" was helping the CS teacher fix some computers after school.
As this was playing out, I was hoping they wouldn't find out what I did a year earlier - I'd set up a phishing website for the country's most popular email service and I'd set it as a homepage on all the school computers. Needless to say, noone bothered to check the address bar, so in a week, I had passwords of half the school, including some teachers and the principal himself.
The computers had Visual Basic installed, and my uncle had given me a "Teach yourself VB in 24 hours" book. I followed all the exercises, but I didn't know what to do next. The book was obviously intended for business programming, so it didn't have any interesting suggestions. I wanted to make a game, or animations, but didn't know where to start.
I did implement a card game, but couldn't get any animations to work smoothly, and eventually gave up. The teachers knew nothing about programming, so they couldn't help, and couldn't even recommend other books or a web site. I think they regarded whatever I made with suspicion.
Competant teachers should have been able to provide programming exercises (or a larger project) that I was capable of implementing, but challenged me to learn something new with each task.
Instead, we made bar charts in Excel, and had about as much respect for IT as a subject as we did for gym class.
Once the teacher understood what was going on, he quickly ran it up the chain and we wound up in a vice principal's office with an SRO and the boy's parents (SRO = School Resource Officer). I was a pretty bright kid in high school and the one time I wound up in a vice principal's office, it was pretty unpleasant. However, when the kid walked in I think he outdid me -- he instantly went #ffffff and almost fell over. To his credit, once he started breathing again he was honest and open about what he did. I tried to emphasize that he didn't act out of any bad motive, so I'm pretty sure the worst punishment he received was that office experience.
In retrospect, I'm glad I was there because (even as a college student) I had enough credibility to explain the situation. I did not keep up with the student, but I hope he went on to much career success.
Was it noticed to be taxing on some system's resources or too long-running of a process or something?
My school was much more laid back, thankfully.
I can't imagine how this could have failed...
NET SEND comp1231 i know where you live
NET SEND * i know where you live
I didn't break the network...but hey, I helped expose a vulnerability, right? That's something.
Luckily they didn't take it any further than a stern telling off, unlike the article.
On top of that, I had actually revealed a vulnerability allowing anyone to access anyone elses' files earlier in the year.
I got the date with the girl and I annoyed some people and pissed off the network admin, win/win.
My stories of mischief are probably like many of yours who were in high school in the late 90s - phone systems, Sub 7 and BackOrifice installs.
Good times they were not, though. As a kid who didn't have bad intentions, dealing with the repercussions was a lot.
There was no precedent (at my school, at that time) for how to prevent and deal with a situation like that, though.
In-school suspension and police interrogation for me on different occasions. In each, I had actually done nothing but was smart and could have done something. The first was actually a setup by the most notorious hacker in the school who I was showing up a bit with my demos. He had some script downloading and popping up porn on my computer that a teacher saw while I was at lunch. Looking at the times, it added new files to IE cache every 15-30 minutes all the way into the 2-3AM's. My defense was I couldn't possibly be in class surfing porn after the school closed. The non-technical authorities had made up their mind someone would be punished, though. ;)
My father had a computer that he would let me borrow at times. One time my father brought with him home a copy of the installer for a program called POV-Ray, an open source raytracer and together we used it to describe a couple of simple scenes and render them. Aside from that my interactions with real computers at the time remained limited to playing games, using MS Paint and a little bit of supervised web browsing. However my interest in learning about computers remained and my father encouraged this. He would bring with him print-outs from the internet about various things relating to computers. One time he had printed out a few pages from the website of the Chaos Computer Club.
Those guys, the CCC, what they were able to do was amazing to me. They seemed like gods, well not quite gods but some sort of wizards or something.
The movie The Matrix had also captivated me when I saw it. It remains one of my all time favorite movies to this day.
At the age of 12 I got a computer of my own. It had a red rescue floppy, the contents of which I belived to be the entire installer for the Windows XP operating system. My father told me that the installer would weigh in at a lot more than the 1.44 MB that was able to fit on a floppy. I did not believe him. He was right of course, as I would come to understand a few years later -- the rescue floppy was booting the computer from a hidden partition and then the recovery stuff that was stored on that partition would take over and continue from there. Nonetheless, I had a blast and aside from a few misconseptions like the one mentioned, I learned a lot from having my own computer. Being able to restore Windows XP back to the factory state turned out to be very useful in the process of learning as I would regularily mess up my install in various ways that would lock me out of the computer or even make Windows unable to boot, but each time I would pop in the recovery disk and within 30 minutes to an hour or so I think the recovery program would have made the computer good as new. I lost a lot of data that way of course but little of it was of value to me anyway. The process of trying things and discovering and learning was much more important than my data. So on my computer I could experiment and if something broke there was no consequence. This would shape my attitude against computers. The lack of consequence however, not so.
Fast forward to 2006, I was in high school. I finally learned to program thanks to TI-BASIC on the graphing calculators and a book about PHP, after previously while in midleschool having given up on programming when the C++ Hello World program I copied from a book didn't seem to work. (I had compiled it successfully but I had failed to understand that I would have to run it from a command prompt in order to see the output, so what happened was that when I double-clicked the executable, a command prompt opened itself, and as soon as the program finished it closed itself, leaving me to think that the black box that flashed on my screen meant that the program didn't work.)
With the understanding I had gained from programming I figured maybe I would be able to create my own cracks for games and other pieces of software. After a bit of searching I came across a site called woodman.com, which had a bunch of tutorials on reverse engineering. I read them with great joy and after having followed guides and practiced on various crackme's, I downloaded a shareware program that had a serial protection on it and was able to crack it all on my own.
Well, well, well. I am able to write software, I am able to crack other people's software. Now I think it's time that I look into network security. I bet there is some security issue with the school computers and I bet that the school will be happy when I tell them about it.
Yes and no. There was a security issue, but the school did not enjoy me finding it nor what I did once I had found it.
The first thing I did was I downloaded a collection of rainbow tables.
Next I tried to boot one of the school computers with a boot-CD so that I could copy the LM hashes file if it existed on the computer.
The school computers had a BIOS password and were configured not to boot from the CD-ROM drive.
So I gave up on that and focused my attention on other things.
Later one day when I booted one of the school computers, the boot process looked a bit different from what it used to (don't remember how, but probably it attempted network boot or something) and I figured that maybe I should try to enter the BIOS menu on this computer. The computer allowed access without a BIOS password. (The school IT administrator had disabled the BIOS password temporarily and had forgotten to re-enable it afterwards.) I shut down the computer again and the next day I brought a boot-CD.
I booted from the boot-CD, found the file with the LM hashes and copied it to a USB stick. Brought it home and put my computer to work at using the rainbow tables I had downloaded.
After some time (several hours, perhaps several days) the password cracking program had found a match for the password of the local Administrator user.
At school I then tried to log in as Administrator on one of the computers using the password that the password cracker had found and it worked. Holy shit!
Instead of telling the school about this, I decided that I should investigate what more I could do. Bad idea. If I had stopped at this point, perhaps the school would have been thankful indeed, who knows.
So after a bit of pondering, I decided that I should install a keylogger on a bunch of the machines. I found something called FakeGina.dll online and was going to replace MSGina.dll with it. This triggered the antivirus software on the school computer which gave me a bit of panic. I logged off and didn't do anything out of the ordinary for a while, expecting that the school IT admin would have gotten a notification and that he was going to question me about it and that it wouldn't look good.
(Continues in a child comment.)
So when nothing happened for a while, I continued my investigation. I learned that by splitting a file so that you have a file with the first byte of the original file in it, a file with the first two bytes, a file with the first three bytes in it and so on, and then looking at which file in the sequence was the first to be discovered by the antivirus, you could learn what part of the file the antivirus was fingerprinting (nowadays antivirus is more sophisiticated and applies more than just fingerprinting but at the time at least the one they were using at school was operating in this fashion), and you could edit nearby values with a hexeditor hoping that the byte you changed would alter the fingerprint without breaking the program. If you were lucky a text string was part of the fingerprint and could be altered without consequence to the function of the program.
So with a version of FakeGina.dll that I had modified in the fashion just mentioned, I installed it on a few of the school computers. A handful of computers in one of the computer labs and a couple of classroom computers.
Because I had installed the keylogger on a couple of classroom computers and because teachers were using those computers, I ended up with the passwords of not other student accounts but also some teacher accounts.
I was about ready to tell the school about what I had found but not until I first bragged to some of my friends, a couple of which asked if they could have the admin password so that they could install some games on the school computers. Sure, why not. Just don't tell anyone about it, I said. Basic op-sec failure. If I didn't want others aside from my friends to know, I shouldn't have told my friends either.
One of the people I bragged to told one of his friends and that friend told the principal about it.
One of my friends heard that that other guy had told the principal about it because that other guy told other people that he'd told the principal. My friend sent me a message on facebook to warn me about it but I wasn't logged onto facebook so I was sitting at the computer lab blissfully unaware of what was going on. Even if I'd known it wouldn't have mattered. Once they know it's too late.
So one of the school staff marches into the computer lab with a stern look on her face, says "come with me". I paniced and looked around, considered jumping out of the window as we were only about half of a story above street level but decided that since none of the windows were open there was no point in trying that.
She escorts me out of the computer lab and I ask "what's going on", trying to sound normal but my voice was shivering. She didn't answer, just kept walking alongside of me guiding me towards the principals office.
I knew that the principal was a nice person so I hoped that I would be able to explain what my initial motivation had been and that I was sorry that I had gotten carried away.
The principal was a nice person but he was also concerned about what I'd done and the impact of it, and the fact that I had logged teacher passwords meant that I could in theory have altered report cards, and that that amounts to falsification of official documents or somesuch and so on.
In the end I was expelled from school for three days and the school reported me to the police.
At this point I had recently turned 18 years old so the school told me that they could not inform my parents of this without my consent, and neither would the police be able to, so I told them that I did not want them to inform my parents of it.
A couple of weeks later the school told me to go to a local police office for questioning, which I did. The police officer that questioned me was a likeable person. Not friendly but not hostile either. Simply serious and factual.
In the end, I was given a fine of about $600 and the incident was recorded on my criminal record, which up until then had been clean.
My father found out about it when a letter arrived in our mailbox, sealed and addressed to me but with the name of the governmental entity that collects fines on it. When I got home he was sitting at the table with the letter. He was visibly upset. He had not opened the letter because he couldn't but instead he told me to open it in front of him. I said I didn't want to but he said that I had to so I did. The letter did not say what it was about, just the amount of money I had to pay and when I had to pay. So instead I had to tell him everything and I did and he was upset with me for a very long time. Since then I have regained his trust.
At first I was upset that someone "ratted me out", as I saw it. Esecially since not only was he a friend of a friend, but he was also a person I had had classes with and while we were never friends perhaps, we did have some sort of bond through our shared passion for programming.
Over time, I have come to realize that his alerting the principal about what was going on was the best thing that could have happened.
I was headed down a path that could have landed me in a much worse position.
Thanks to him, it stopped there.
I am a different person now. My fasination with computers remains but I have learned to adhere to the policies and the laws that apply to systems, as well as being respectful of the privacy of others in a manner that I clearly wasn't when I thought it was ok to keylog the account credentials of my fellow students. (Thankfully though I never was tempted to read other peoples e-mail, personal files etc., and most of the other students in my school were impressed with, not mad at, what I'd done once it became known.)
Some of my recklessness and disregard may have been due to lack of maturity, some of it due to lack of experience (where up until then anything I did with a computer always was undoable with a red little floppy disk, since up until then only myself was affected by my actions on the computer). Still, as I said, I think that if it hadn't stopped when it did, I might have ended up a very different person.