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I don't know, apparently Sikhs are well represented in anti-immigration groups in the UK. There may be some actual thought in this police idiocy.
Share Your School Stories - Weirdos, freaks, and idiots (self-inclusion optional)
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JumJum
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Many years ago, a girl who went to my high school had a parent also work at the school. The parent ended up getting caught after-school in the dressing room of our stage with a student. The security guard found them, an air mattress and a case for beats headphones filled with condoms.
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Most of the ones I remember ultimately got what they deserved. The playground bullies and other assholes ended up in dead-end jobs or in one case, with no job and bankrupted by a multi-level-marketing scheme. Most of the ones who excelled academically at school peaked too early, and a lot of those who struggled at school went on to be interesting and successful people.
One story sticks in my mind as being particularly karmic. There was this girl I vaguely knew all the way through school. She almost certainly had what would be considered autism today. She never struck me as a bad kid, reasonably academically good, decent hygiene, tried hard to fit in, but said and did inappropriate stuff, and she wore boys' clothes and never discovered make-up in the time I knew her, and was the school laughing stock because of it. I assumed she was a lesbian until she was about 15 and she got the hots for a boy who moved into the school at the time from another area.
This boy wasn't exactly some great catch. He wasn't academically good or sporty, was nerdy, overweight, greasy, wore badly fitting sportswear in a day when jeans were more acceptable. He played guitar badly and had an unrealistic expectation of a future as a rock star. I don't think the girl was aiming out of her league. Apparently he did. He messed her about blowing hot and cold and led her on for about a year, and talked shit about her behind her back to her friends and made her life difficult. At one point I confronted him about why he treated her like that, and he said something like, "meh, she's got no tits and I don't want my future kids having her tard DNA."
This happened in the early '90s. As time went on, as happens, I became curious and looked up the people I knew in high school. For a long time I couldn't find any information on the girl, and then a mutual friend tipped me off. You see, she was using her married name, and she also goes by a different first name to the one she had at school. She has a fairly low profile online, which is probably because as it turns out she went into business with her husband and from what I can tell they're fucking loaded. Don't think they have kids but could be wrong. From what few pictures I've seen of her, she never much got into skirts and dresses, but did discover make-up, and one of the pictures is of her on a yacht in a bikini and one of those wraparound floral skirts, and she looks fine and has nice tits.
As for the guy, he was not hard to find at all. He still lives with his mom in the same town, never married or had kids so far as I can tell. Still overweight and greasy, and now balding severely as well. The funniest thing is he works as a "tard wrangler" in a local school.
One story sticks in my mind as being particularly karmic. There was this girl I vaguely knew all the way through school. She almost certainly had what would be considered autism today. She never struck me as a bad kid, reasonably academically good, decent hygiene, tried hard to fit in, but said and did inappropriate stuff, and she wore boys' clothes and never discovered make-up in the time I knew her, and was the school laughing stock because of it. I assumed she was a lesbian until she was about 15 and she got the hots for a boy who moved into the school at the time from another area.
This boy wasn't exactly some great catch. He wasn't academically good or sporty, was nerdy, overweight, greasy, wore badly fitting sportswear in a day when jeans were more acceptable. He played guitar badly and had an unrealistic expectation of a future as a rock star. I don't think the girl was aiming out of her league. Apparently he did. He messed her about blowing hot and cold and led her on for about a year, and talked shit about her behind her back to her friends and made her life difficult. At one point I confronted him about why he treated her like that, and he said something like, "meh, she's got no tits and I don't want my future kids having her tard DNA."
This happened in the early '90s. As time went on, as happens, I became curious and looked up the people I knew in high school. For a long time I couldn't find any information on the girl, and then a mutual friend tipped me off. You see, she was using her married name, and she also goes by a different first name to the one she had at school. She has a fairly low profile online, which is probably because as it turns out she went into business with her husband and from what I can tell they're fucking loaded. Don't think they have kids but could be wrong. From what few pictures I've seen of her, she never much got into skirts and dresses, but did discover make-up, and one of the pictures is of her on a yacht in a bikini and one of those wraparound floral skirts, and she looks fine and has nice tits.
As for the guy, he was not hard to find at all. He still lives with his mom in the same town, never married or had kids so far as I can tell. Still overweight and greasy, and now balding severely as well. The funniest thing is he works as a "tard wrangler" in a local school.
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I remember this infamous guy from high school that they used to call "Virus". (Don't really know the reason behind the nickname)
Always-horny wannabe tough guy. He used to work at McDonald's during the weekends until they caught him jacking off in the shed for the garbage cans.
I checked out his Facebook account the other day. He really likes to pose shirtless with scoped rifles.
Always-horny wannabe tough guy. He used to work at McDonald's during the weekends until they caught him jacking off in the shed for the garbage cans.
I checked out his Facebook account the other day. He really likes to pose shirtless with scoped rifles.
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Did he dress like a school schooter with the trenchcoat and boots and eveything? I can't imagine a guy who was called "virus" in school wouldn't look like a school shooter.
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Not sure if this counts, but I got an interesting two anecdotes from my days teaching HS social studies. Same student.
Picture it: Your local high poverty, high IEP, inner city-esque high school in a mid-sized city in flyover country. It was a social studies class with integrated SPEDS and "normal" students. Only a few integrated SPEDS had one or two periods in either self-contained or adaptive PE classes. One was assigned a wrangler for making sure they actually moved through the halls at passing period and showed up to their classes. The wrangler also provided one on one test/quiz help.
No classroom wranglers though. Just me and the sole personal wrangler.
Doing ongoing reading and discussion on Maus. Even though it's a graphic novel, it was still like pulling teeth to keep everyone focused and staying on task.
Oopsie, doopsies! Lockdown declared! De po po foun' a gun in some kid's backpack in his locker. Lockdown while they tear up a hallway and attempt to flip lockers like they're flipping dayrooms at the county lockup.
So I got a black student. A usually engaging, polite, winsome young man--we'll call him Winston. He vaguely reminded me of Freddie "Boom Boom" Washington from Welcome Back, Kotter. Similar winsome smile.
He says he has to go to the bathroom. I tell him he needs to wait until they give the all clear. We thought this would only be a few minutes as, at the time, none of us knew the reason for the lockdown.
But it took the entire class period, and I was about 10 minutes in, maybe a minute or two more. Winston grumbles that he really has to go. I tell him he has to wait. I'd write him a late pass if it went on and he has to go during passing period.
After a few more minutes, Winston is carping loudly about being allowed to go.
The personalized wrangler, who is only supposed to mind her business and help the student assigned to her, snaps at him. I forgot what she said exactly, but it was something about entitlement and learning to be better at time and situational managment.
And I swear, I didn't notice it. I was writing something up on the smartboard, but I saw something...black move in my peripheral vision. Before I was done, all hell broke loose with the hooping and hollering.
Winston "strategically managed" his circumstances and went to the front corner of the room near the dictionaries and pissed.
I called the custodian after class dismissed. I had a planning period then. I wasn't even mad. Fuck lockdowns--even I had to piss!
Winston again: different day, different month.
I kept hearing this droning sound. Started during the bell ringer assignment. Other kids would spin around, look for the sound. No one could find the source.
It would stop for a good bit, then, randomly, you'd hear it again. A couple times it was getting kind of disruptive. I asked what the sound was and who was making it and if they can please knock it off.
But no one owned up. Some of the kids started laughing when the droning started up while I was talking.
Again, all hell broke loose. Explosive hooping and hollering. TWO teachers from the neighboring rooms came in, both to tell everyone to pipe down and knock it off.
Winston had pulled this YUUUUUGE vibrating dildo. It wasn't a Bad Dragon type, but damn, it was pachyderm sized. I calmly told him to put his "utility pole" back in his backpack. He said it wasn't his. It belonged to his mom, goddamn... That time, I really did have to call security and have him walked down to the office. The later phone call to his grandmother (his mom wasn't the one with custody) was hard. He caught an OSS and several ISS days for that.
Picture it: Your local high poverty, high IEP, inner city-esque high school in a mid-sized city in flyover country. It was a social studies class with integrated SPEDS and "normal" students. Only a few integrated SPEDS had one or two periods in either self-contained or adaptive PE classes. One was assigned a wrangler for making sure they actually moved through the halls at passing period and showed up to their classes. The wrangler also provided one on one test/quiz help.
No classroom wranglers though. Just me and the sole personal wrangler.
Doing ongoing reading and discussion on Maus. Even though it's a graphic novel, it was still like pulling teeth to keep everyone focused and staying on task.
Oopsie, doopsies! Lockdown declared! De po po foun' a gun in some kid's backpack in his locker. Lockdown while they tear up a hallway and attempt to flip lockers like they're flipping dayrooms at the county lockup.
So I got a black student. A usually engaging, polite, winsome young man--we'll call him Winston. He vaguely reminded me of Freddie "Boom Boom" Washington from Welcome Back, Kotter. Similar winsome smile.
He says he has to go to the bathroom. I tell him he needs to wait until they give the all clear. We thought this would only be a few minutes as, at the time, none of us knew the reason for the lockdown.
But it took the entire class period, and I was about 10 minutes in, maybe a minute or two more. Winston grumbles that he really has to go. I tell him he has to wait. I'd write him a late pass if it went on and he has to go during passing period.
After a few more minutes, Winston is carping loudly about being allowed to go.
The personalized wrangler, who is only supposed to mind her business and help the student assigned to her, snaps at him. I forgot what she said exactly, but it was something about entitlement and learning to be better at time and situational managment.
And I swear, I didn't notice it. I was writing something up on the smartboard, but I saw something...black move in my peripheral vision. Before I was done, all hell broke loose with the hooping and hollering.
Winston "strategically managed" his circumstances and went to the front corner of the room near the dictionaries and pissed.
I called the custodian after class dismissed. I had a planning period then. I wasn't even mad. Fuck lockdowns--even I had to piss!
Winston again: different day, different month.
I kept hearing this droning sound. Started during the bell ringer assignment. Other kids would spin around, look for the sound. No one could find the source.
It would stop for a good bit, then, randomly, you'd hear it again. A couple times it was getting kind of disruptive. I asked what the sound was and who was making it and if they can please knock it off.
But no one owned up. Some of the kids started laughing when the droning started up while I was talking.
Again, all hell broke loose. Explosive hooping and hollering. TWO teachers from the neighboring rooms came in, both to tell everyone to pipe down and knock it off.
Winston had pulled this YUUUUUGE vibrating dildo. It wasn't a Bad Dragon type, but damn, it was pachyderm sized. I calmly told him to put his "utility pole" back in his backpack. He said it wasn't his. It belonged to his mom, goddamn... That time, I really did have to call security and have him walked down to the office. The later phone call to his grandmother (his mom wasn't the one with custody) was hard. He caught an OSS and several ISS days for that.
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Damn he got to spend several days at the international space station? I wish my skl had field trips like that
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I remember when I was in high school. My friends and I used to skeet on each others faces. Then we would skeet on our own faces to post about it on MySpace. We would brag to our cohorts about our skeet parties which were very exclusive. Everybody wanted to be apart of the skeet boys. I remember giving my friend frank a facial and him throwing a thumbs up for a picture.
Later we would find out this is incredibly homosexual and we were ostracized senior year because of the practice.
Later we would find out this is incredibly homosexual and we were ostracized senior year because of the practice.
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I completely falsified the results of my 10th grade "science experiment" after I fucked up at the beginning. My entire life has been a lie!
The world will never know whether wheatgrass grows best in sand, gravel, potting soil or cactus mix.
The world will never know whether wheatgrass grows best in sand, gravel, potting soil or cactus mix.
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When I was in 4th grade I had this friend who I was close with to some degree. He held my hand out of nowhere and I kind of freaked.
On hindsight I regret not holding back.
On hindsight I regret not holding back.
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I was not a popular kid in school (shock I know, because this site is full of people who suceeded at every stage of their life), yet I still remember waaay back in middle school a kid asking me out, his friends waiting in the background. My paranoid ass cussed him out and told him to stop mocking me and leave me alone.
I occasionally wonder if he actually was into me or if it was a bet with his friends to mock me.
I occasionally wonder if he actually was into me or if it was a bet with his friends to mock me.
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I just parked my personal spacecraft in LEO to pick up this post and am insulted you are dredging up childhood memories rather than spending every waking moment of your life working and networking.
(seriously though, if a 5th grader asks you out with his friends watching...it's legit unless they are clearly in position armed with field weapons like dogshit or mud)
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Actually no - he looked more like Nick Carter in Backstreet Boys.
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This happened in highschool (I believe junior year.) I used to hang out with the degenerate stoner crowd, and we would always grab food during lunch, then head straight to the park to smoke up. There was this one massively fat and SUPER smelly ogre that used to always creepily follow the stoners around to beg for weed during lunch, even though he never shared any of his.
This one day he was following right behind me and my group of tight friends. He kept trying to bug my Asian friend which greatly pissed him off. Eventually, the big ogre ended up accidentally stepping on the back of my Asian friends shoe. Asian homie does an immediate 180-degree turn and smacks the ogre in the face with his tray of nachos. The ogre stood there for a minute completely furious with his face and black jacket covered in gnarly nacho cheese sauce and sour cream. Me and my friends were completely dying of laughter, it was one of the funniest things I’ve witnessed.
Ogre went storming back to the school to snitch on us to the principal. When we got back to school me and my one buddy were all clear, but the Asian kid got called down to talk to the principal and ended up getting in serious trouble: mainly because the principal ended up noticing he smelled like dank.
Got a few more good stories I could share if you guys are interested.
This one day he was following right behind me and my group of tight friends. He kept trying to bug my Asian friend which greatly pissed him off. Eventually, the big ogre ended up accidentally stepping on the back of my Asian friends shoe. Asian homie does an immediate 180-degree turn and smacks the ogre in the face with his tray of nachos. The ogre stood there for a minute completely furious with his face and black jacket covered in gnarly nacho cheese sauce and sour cream. Me and my friends were completely dying of laughter, it was one of the funniest things I’ve witnessed.
Ogre went storming back to the school to snitch on us to the principal. When we got back to school me and my one buddy were all clear, but the Asian kid got called down to talk to the principal and ended up getting in serious trouble: mainly because the principal ended up noticing he smelled like dank.
Got a few more good stories I could share if you guys are interested.
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I've observed something similar. The students who were the most popular during high school ended up becoming ordinary people after graduation and tend to avoid reunions because they don't want to admit or accept that they've become as average as everyone else. Conversely, I've known classmates who didn't apply themselves or preferred to goof off for our four years together only to run into them at class reunions and learn they settled down after graduation, grew up, and went on to do good things/be successful.
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Thread tax time. During my junior year, my lunch hour changed for the second semester and I found myself wondering who I could sit with during lunch that first day. A couple of guys I was familiar with invited me to join them, so I did. One was a wrestler who had a tough guy reputation and the other was a large built guy who was part of the student government and quite friendly if you took the time to know him and look past his intimidating appearance. The three of us ate and shot the breeze together like it was no big deal...
Until the next day when a few of my friends asked why I ate lunch with the "regulators". I gave them an odd look because I had never heard of that label until that point unless it was their way to describe self-perceived tough guys. I think I told them some form of, "Well, they asked me to join them, and I didn't see any of you inviting me to come sit with you," as I thought to myself just how stupid labels were because so-called tough guys could be polite when they wanted to be while the popular people could just as easily behave like jerks.
Please do, @Jimmy Hopkins .
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I made a girl cry once by insisting that Japanese people hate white people lol
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“Louis, you’re a faggot, so you don’t have a penis.”
“No, don’t show me.”
“No, don’t show me.”
KingCoomer
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When I went to high school, I thought I went to a pretty regular one. Typical highschool ya know? Come around to college and I'm telling my friends some of my little high school stories. the ones you usually bring up like the old "haha that was kinda crazy I guess" type of story, no big deal right? When I finished talking everybody literally had their mouths agape and they asked if I went to a school in a bad place, and that is how I realized I went to a ghetto ass high school. I saw this thread and figured I might as well share some stories. This one isn't too crazy but it gets some laughs.
It was a very common thing to go into the bathroom and completely trash it. Throwing wet toilet paper everywhere, breaking the soap dispensers and throwing the soap bags everywhere, the usual stuff. The thing is, some people had a certain way of fucking with the school faculty. This is what they would do. They would go into a stall, go to the toilet, air squat over it, shuffle to the right (or in front in the case of the small stalls) , and take a shit literally on the floor right next the toilet. I swear to god I would walk into the big handicap stall and see a massive pile of shit literally inches away from the toilet. Sometimes they would smear it over the floor abit. All of this to fuck with the jannies and the staff. It was so bad we literally had a banner in the restroom telling highschoolers to remember to not vandalize the bathrooms and flush the toilet paper. It was some motto like "CLEAN" and every letter stood for a sentence.
Now that I think about it, people in my school messed around with feces a lot. One time my friend came to class with just his books and I asked him where his backpack was and he said somebody took a shit in it. It was a somewhat common prank too.
It was a very common thing to go into the bathroom and completely trash it. Throwing wet toilet paper everywhere, breaking the soap dispensers and throwing the soap bags everywhere, the usual stuff. The thing is, some people had a certain way of fucking with the school faculty. This is what they would do. They would go into a stall, go to the toilet, air squat over it, shuffle to the right (or in front in the case of the small stalls) , and take a shit literally on the floor right next the toilet. I swear to god I would walk into the big handicap stall and see a massive pile of shit literally inches away from the toilet. Sometimes they would smear it over the floor abit. All of this to fuck with the jannies and the staff. It was so bad we literally had a banner in the restroom telling highschoolers to remember to not vandalize the bathrooms and flush the toilet paper. It was some motto like "CLEAN" and every letter stood for a sentence.
Now that I think about it, people in my school messed around with feces a lot. One time my friend came to class with just his books and I asked him where his backpack was and he said somebody took a shit in it. It was a somewhat common prank too.