I actually tried this nifty lil’ stunt when I was in the 8th grade (sorry, Ms. Miller). I loved my art classes, but I was less than enthusiastic over the remainder of my course schedule. One day I was in art class trying to finish up my English homework which was due the next period. My art teacher was stalking the room, making it difficult for me to complete that dreaded English assignment. I was at an impasse. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t allow getting a big, fat zero on my homework, but it didn’t seem likely that I was gonna be able to finish it. What does a hopeless, conniving art student do?

I decided to take this huge jar of india ink from the Art Supply closet and strategically pour it all over my English notebook. Beforehand, I scribbled a few obscure words in the blank spaces just in case my English teacher tried to use her X-ray vision to peer through the obsidian deluge (see? I did learn something in her class).
Anyway, I applied that ink for all I was worth, then I set the notebook in front of a fan to dry it.