an0n's guide to getting around school computer defences
DISCLAIMER: I know I'd only get *****ed at for suggesting any hacker-type, 'evil' methods for getting around the security doo-hickeys so I'll keep it nice and PG rated
To put it simply, if it could be explained how to do it in a single post then you're retarded for not already knowing.
This aside, there are two main ways to disable the crappy-ass firewally whatsists. You can either wait till your IT teacher leaves the little cupboard where the server is kept to go get some coffee, nip inside and add a parameter to the security systems auto-run entry in the registry so it's inactive when the server boots up.
Or, you can engage in passive resistance until they take the damn things down, refusing to do any work on the computers until the offendnig programs are removed in their entirety.
The third and most blatantly spiteful method is to learn that pressing F8 at boot can be used to call up a DOS prompt, then go around del-tree'ing every computer in the school. But depending on how good your sys admin is they might be able to simply restore all the computers to their default remotely and en-masse (as my college does every 2 weeks).
Okay, I'm done.
Anyway, time for my little addition to the "Well, at my school" conversation:
My college had the most socially inept bunch of geeks e'er to be seen in sunlight. With their thick, plastic glasses and tweed jumpers there they would sit, in the Physics computer-room. Legend has it that they would sit there for hours on end, sometimes even from dawn till dusk, plotting, programming, compiling and exploiting. The greatest of them all: Beefy, a boy who no matter what deodorant or cologne he applied would smeel constantly of beef and sweat, and Proxy, a boy so socially inept that he had passed through the lower social regions from geek to loser, loser to homo, homo to hacker-homo, hacker-homo to Elfen Warrior of the 32nd level. There they would sit, leading what we affectionately refered to as the DOOM-Club, hacking the main server, locking all the first-years accounts, disabling firewalls so they could play Multiplayer Warcraft and Delta Force, reading through teacher's e-mails, all the while un-noticed by one of the finest damn system administration teams I have ever seen. In all of the 2 years of their operation they were ne'er defeated by the 4 A-level IT professors who manned the server around the clock, 4 vast, evil, heartless men who did thing like deny access to regedit and set the server to delete all exe's from user-disk-space. And then, during the Great Redecoration, the Physics lab was no more. With Proxy heading off for university and the DOOM-Club lackeys disbanding in search of higher-resolutions and force-feedback joysticks, the DOOM-Club became no more. And now Beefy sits all alone, in the bowels of the college, down in the dank, dark basement in the Psychology computer room playing Elastomania and dreaming of a day when he will once again have friends. The day when he will finally walk forth into the world as a King of the 120th level.
Some say, that if you listen carefully as the sun is setting and the cleaners are leaving for the night you can hear his solitary, piercing howl echoing out into the night. His lonely, nightly scream; "PROOOXXXYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"......