- In year 3 took a knife to school and showed it to some bitch girl who was picking on me, fat Karen mother turned up the next day and screamed at me in front of all the kids. Bitch daughter never picked on me again memories are fuzzy but pretty sure she got moved out of the school.
- Year 4 some boy was picking on me (i was a bullied kid) and i spartan kicked him off the slipper dip broke his arm in the process, my grandma laughed and told me i did good. Got suspended for a day for it, totally worth it.
Highschool got suspended for bashing some 4ft nothing abo bitch trying to act like a lass and pick on me, smashed her head into the concrete during sport for hitting my mate in the tit. Broke her nose never said tried to pick on me or my mates again.
Even the islanders never tried it on me i'd go full schizo, hated school but good times was known as the local schizo.
In my Senior year. I decided to try Japanese class since I was a stupid weeb at the time. One girl always said hi to me when I came to class, so I just said hi back to her before sitting down. Never talked to her at any length.
We all graduate. I'm 19 years old hanging out at home watching something. And Mom comes in and tells me someone is at the door wants to see me. It's the girl I used to say hi to. She asks if I'm interested into taking her to the movies. She's standing with her friend she's usually with from school. Her friend drove her here. Am I going to the movies with both of them? At this point I'm a bit creeped out. How did they know where I lived? It's not like I was some hugely popular guy. I think four guys total had ever visited my house during the entirety of high school. Did she spend a whole last year trying to track me down? Like the whole situation for a 19 year old guy who had girls show up on your doorstep out of nowhere when you spoke a handful of words to them in a year in highschool feels a bit freaky. I decline despite both their insistence. Close the door and am literally:
In my Senior year. I decided to try Japanese class since I was a stupid weeb at the time. One girl always said hi to me when I came to class, so I just said hi back to her before sitting down. Never talked to her at any length.
We all graduate. I'm 19 years old hanging out at home watching something. And Mom comes in and tells me someone is at the door wants to see me. It's the girl I used to say hi to. She asks if I'm interested into taking her to the movies. She's standing with her friend she's usually with from school. Her friend drove her here. Am I going to the movies with both of them? At this point I'm a bit creeped out. How did they know where I lived? It's not like I was some hugely popular guy. I think four guys total had ever visited my house during the entirety of high school. Did she spend a whole last year trying to track me down? Like the whole situation for a 19 year old guy who had girls show up on your doorstep out of nowhere when you spoke a handful of words to them in a year in highschool feels a bit freaky. I decline despite both their insistence. Close the door and am literally:
In my Senior year. I decided to try Japanese class since I was a stupid weeb at the time. One girl always said hi to me when I came to class, so I just said hi back to her before sitting down. Never talked to her at any length.
We all graduate. I'm 19 years old hanging out at home watching something. And Mom comes in and tells me someone is at the door wants to see me. It's the girl I used to say hi to. She asks if I'm interested into taking her to the movies. She's standing with her friend she's usually with from school. Her friend drove her here. Am I going to the movies with both of them? At this point I'm a bit creeped out. How did they know where I lived? It's not like I was some hugely popular guy. I think four guys total had ever visited my house during the entirety of high school. Did she spend a whole last year trying to track me down? Like the whole situation for a 19 year old guy who had girls show up on your doorstep out of nowhere when you spoke a handful of words to them in a year in highschool feels a bit freaky. I decline despite both their insistence. Close the door and am literally:
We had a kid in elementary school who I suspect was on the spectrum. Anyway the only real details I remember were that he was kinda big (not exactly fat, but kinda strong) and really liked Sonic (at the suprise of no one). One other kid got him so riled up about something he tried to pick up one of those school chairs that is made of plastic with the metal legs and threw it at the other kid narrowly missing him.
When I was in grade 5 this new kid moved to my school. He was in 4th grade and in my sister's english class. In Canada we have french immersion and to be honest, kids who weren't in that program tended to be special. That type of special and oh lord was this kid special, but not in the severely autistic way. He was just wrong in so many ways.
You could tell by looking at him that he had some sort of condition. I'm not sure if his physical condition was related to his behaviour though. He had some type of dwarfism and was really short. He had that face that people with that condition tend to have but that wasn't why he was special. The official story to everyone was that he had autism, but I think he had something completely different than that.
I was a quiet student, I avoided conflicts and no one ever had bothered me. I was happy being alone, I had three close friends and that was fine. So, I'm minding my own business one day and since I was usually one of the last students in my class to leave, along with my best friend because we helped out in the school during recess. So, I'm just getting my bag and getting ready to head out and for some reason, before I can walk down the stars, this kid is blocking my way. Now, I was just a bit confused. I mean it was annoying but I figured he was just going to say hello or something. He did not, in fact he just shouted at me about what, I cannot remember. It was annoying and rude and I was pissed off. He had this shit eating grin and he knew I was upset. This kid seemed to have noticed I wasn't exactly a girl who talked a lot and this probably is why he decided I was an easy target. Even though I was shy, when I wasn't surrounded by a bunch of people I was more assertive, so I asked what his problem was. I can't really recall what he said but eventually I just turned around and went down the other exit.
I thought, that was weird but that was probably just a one time thing. It wasn't.
So for like the whole damn year this kid would just do that same thing, I know once he called me a bitch for no reason. This kid is 'autistic' and our school was very easy going on the special kids. They were praised for everything and could do no wrong, so when I tried asking his aid if she could do something she basically told me he wouldn't do shit like that and acted like I was a liar. Thankfully, my French teacher trusted me more and I think he noticed how this brat acted around me. So, he'd do his best to make sure he was there when I was leaving so I didn't always have to deal with this brat but still, the school would not do much because he had autism and this kid still found opportunities where I was alone, sometimes with my friend who had Asperger's, she didn't know how to deal with it either but he mainly tried to bother me. He could speak perfectly fine and he was capable of understanding how he made people feel. There was this big difference between how he acted around me and with other people. Everyone loved him, mainly because at our school if you were a special ed kid people felt a lot of sympathy. I mean I get why they did now but it wasn't like he was severely autistic, he had better understanding of emotions than my friend with asperger's did.
I told my sister what he'd been doing and how it made me feel upset that no one really cared and she also called me a liar, so that was nice of her. Then one day, my friends and I are hanging out and goofing around and my one friend and I go to talk to my sister for some reason I don't remember why we weren't with my other friend.
He was lying down on this bench in the middle of the school yard and just relaxing. He was lying on his stomach and I remember glancing over and the most fucking absurd shit I'd seen at this school plays out and it's happening to my friend. The special kid walks right on over and my friend doesn't notice until it's already happening.
I shit you not, this kid started humping my friend like a fucking dog. He is just doing this inappropriate act on my friend like it is super normal, still with that fucking smile. It is hard to describe properly but I don't think I need to, it was just disturbing.
At the time, being kind of naïve, I did not realize how fucked up it was but when one of the teacher's aids came over to stop it and my friend came over to me and our other friend, he had this pale puzzled expression because that was pretty messed up and it must have been pretty traumatizing, we've never really discussed it with each other for reasons that should make sense. So all my friends and I think this is pretty inappropriate and that this kid should get some kind of detention or something. At the time, I did not understand the full implications of what that kid did to my friend, maybe I didn't want to because of how wrong it was.
Of course, nothing happened. I don't think anyone talked to my friend about it either. So, this kid just gets away with it. Maybe he was abused, I don't know, it still was wrong and he hurt my friend. Then the next year and I'm in grade 6 which is the last year I had at my primary school and this kid is still harassing me and my one friend (The male friend in the previous encounter was in grade 7 now) and it's annoying as hell but what can we do?
Finally, the last major event happens and thankfully, I am not involved directly. Unfortunately for my sister, she was finding out this kid wasn't exactly as kind and sweet as everyone thought. As I said earlier, she was in his English class. At the time I remember our school going into the hall and then outside. All the upstairs classes went outside early during this.
Something, I don't know what, really pissed this kid off. You might believe because of his stature that he'd be pretty easy for anyone to deal with, you wouldn't really expect him to be very strong. He got really mad though, like to an insane degree and had a complete meltdown. The kind where the classroom looks like a fucking tornado went through, seriously. I remember when we left our class I could hear this kid shouting and screaming and throwing chairs and desks and anything he could find. He also actually physically hurt the teacher too, not like too bad but still.
None of the teachers could get him to calm down, so as a last resort they called the police. They had to call the police on a damn 5th grader who is barely even 4 feet tall. This wasn't made up from what I could tell because while getting on the bus, I could see a few cop cars there.
Later, I heard from my sister (who was friends with this girl in her class whose mother was teaching the class) that they had to have six officers hold this kid down and handcuff him. I think for a while everyone just pretended this was some rare meltdown but now, nearly a decade later he apparently isn't well liked by anyone, my sister openly talks about not liking him now which I always point out how I had told her before about him (I don't hold it against her, we were kids) It just took everyone a while to catch up to what me and my friends already knew.
I think he might have had ODD or maybe he was a psychopath but he had something wrong with him, the reason I doubt he had autism is because of the way he seemed to understand he was doing things wrong and he clearly understood my emotions when he was alone with me. I've met severely autistic people and those with Asperger's and this kid wasn't really like that. Maybe he had issues in his home life or maybe his mother did drugs before he was born, maybe he was just messed up in the head.
I'm really just lucky he never managed to physically harm me and I hope people can find this story interesting or something. I told my mother once that I wouldn't be that surprised if he gets arrested one of these days for something, not like murder or anything but like assaulting someone or something, he certainly has assaulted people before. Maybe he is better now, I don't know but I doubt it.
Sorry for the long post, I shortened it as much as I could.
Don't think one day Hey what happened to that odd kid from school? The one with the name so unique there is only one person named this on the planet.
Dude was 2 years older than me. But kept being held back. By the time he was in 5th grade for the 3rd time PB was 14. After he got caught jacking off in the classroom and cafeteria a few times he was sent off to the JJr High.
By the time I am at that JR High PB has failed 2 more times and in 7th grade with me. He quits school.
Would see him sometimes around town. Always smelled and looked fuckedd up on something.
At another forum a thread came up about odd names people give their children. I mention PBs name. Someone googles it. Learns he is now doing 25 years for raping someone under 12 and possession of CP.
And it is so easy to tell which of you chuckleheads went to school post Columbine.
We could smoke at school. If it was hunting season you could have your hunting rifle out in your car so you could get out of school and go hunting,just had to lock the ammo up in the VP's office.
We carried pocket knives,blade had to under 2 inches.
Was either 7th or 8th grade. Had a local poor kid. You know had 4 shirts to wear . And 3 of those came free with 2 packs of Camels. Dude was ugly and topper his last name was Ross and his first name began with a G. His 4th shirt was his soccer jersey . That had G.Ross on the back. Of course this meant he was known as Gross.
During lunch one day we got bored. It was raining and most of the kids were sitting in the gym. We stayed outside under the cover. Someone said "watch this" and tossed a quarter out into the rain. G.Ross ran out grabbed it ran back. So another person tossed change out there. G.Ross runs out gets it. He ends up getting at least 2 bucks in change.
Goes up to the fat kid that sold candy. Fat kid tells him the candy is free just run out in the rain and go get it. And tossed a handfull of atomic fireballs into the rain. G.Ross is running out ot grab them when another kid blindsides him.
They are in the rain on the wet concrete rolling around punching each other and cussing. People are standing around watching,couldn't have been more than 14 kids out there. Finally some mousey band geek bitch goes inside to tell a teacher.
Last we have heard G.Ross robbed a liquor store in the late 90s,shot and killed the owner,ran from the police and is doing 40 years.
In my Senior year. I decided to try Japanese class since I was a stupid weeb at the time. One girl always said hi to me when I came to class, so I just said hi back to her before sitting down. Never talked to her at any length.
We all graduate. I'm 19 years old hanging out at home watching something. And Mom comes in and tells me someone is at the door wants to see me. It's the girl I used to say hi to. She asks if I'm interested into taking her to the movies. She's standing with her friend she's usually with from school. Her friend drove her here. Am I going to the movies with both of them? At this point I'm a bit creeped out. How did they know where I lived? It's not like I was some hugely popular guy. I think four guys total had ever visited my house during the entirety of high school. Did she spend a whole last year trying to track me down? Like the whole situation for a 19 year old guy who had girls show up on your doorstep out of nowhere when you spoke a handful of words to them in a year in highschool feels a bit freaky. I decline despite both their insistence. Close the door and am literally:
At the time I was a shy guy, I wasn't really interested in any personal entanglements with girls I barely knew. It just seemed bizarre to me. This happened a long time ago. I was young and inexperienced. I sometimes got attention in highscool from girls I never spoke a word to before. I was a freshmen, and one senior girl shouted out she loved me, I'd never seen her before in my life. I just thought it was bizarre. One time one in my year slapped me on the ass. I figured they were pranking me.
All the a/c units had these big cages around them. One time after one of the units had been cleaned the crew forgot to lock the cage. Ronnie talked the class tard kid into going into the cage."Yea go in there and I will give you 4 bucks." Tard goes in Ronnie snaps lock shut and leaves tard out there. This was lunch.
Somehow the tard teacher didn't notice Kenny was missing until it was almost time for school to end. They lock down the school and start looking for the missing tard.
Find Kenny in the cage hiding behind A/C unit totally naked.
At the time I was a shy guy, I wasn't really interested in any personal entanglements with girls I barely knew. It just seemed bizarre to me. This happened a long time ago. I was young and inexperienced. I sometimes got attention in highscool from girls I never spoke a word to before. I was a freshmen, and one senior girl shouted out she loved me, I'd never seen her before in my life. I just thought it was bizarre. One time one in my year slapped me on the ass. I figured they were pranking me.
We had a tard from 4th to 5th grade who was super fucking fat. His favorite thing to do was randomly glomp onto legs to trip people in the cafeteria, then eat all the food that fell on the floor.
I kicked him in the face once for trying it on me and he tard raged so bad he stabbed a person walking past him because it was the closest person. Didn't see him after that year.
This one is more where I'm the cunt. So my friend and I throughout gradeschool were absolute fucking terrors. I was admittedly a weird kid, pretending to be a cat, weird shit kids do, so I got bullied for it a lot. I got so sick of it that I would deliberately piss off people, then run to my friend who would promptly kick the shit out of them because she was always looking for a reason to fight people, and I wanted the people giving me hell to have a broken leg (yes this has happened, several times)
Weirdly enough I never got in trouble for it, my friend did but I'd end up going with her to the principals' anyway because she talked too fast for them to understand. Ended up being an interpreter for her and one other person later.
Last one is, again, me being a fucking strange child. I think I was like 8, so I could understand death at that point, but had absolutely no morals or soul like all children. I took a bunch of random 'safe' stuff for kids, (kids shampoo, sunscreen, hand sanitizer, tanning oil, etc) mixed all of it for a potion and poured it on grass hoppers to see what it did. Turns out that mix can melt exoskeletons, so I just followed them around while they fell apart.
I was kinda schizophrenic when i was in my 3rd year high school. There was this weird retarded classmate of mine that has a crippling porn addiction. I only heard this when one of his friends called him out "jokingly" that he has an extensive knowledge about porn sites.
I was really creeped out because this dude used to come at me and see what I drew. I began to overthink that this dude probably drew my OCs in a lewd manner (he knows how to draw). So, when he comes to me to see my drawings I would cover the page with my hands and i got to a point i labeled pages in my drawing notebook. I even hoped that he would go absent many days cause i feel extremely uncomfortable when i see him.
Since then I occasionally talk to my teacher about him. My teacher teased me that "I have a crush on him" because i obsessively ask about his personal details. Got a little mad because this dude is insanely creepy even if he didn't do any worst things to me.
But i thought he only just does check out my drawings. During my final months of school this dude called my name during presentation. "woooo [insert my irl name here]" and i got embarrassed a little bit. I feel like someone fucking told him that I'm spying on him. I think it's a skill issue of mine because when he gets near to me i obviously act suspicious to him where i could've just acted normal.
I think this dude achieved a lot during that year, he managed to get a girlfriend (which is my classmate as well) and is part of large circle of friends despite being quiet and retarded. He even had the balls to send an FB friend request to me. I still haven't accepted it cause i don't use Facebook a lot.
I don't hate him now. I hope this dude's alright in US because of the insane leftists here.
We had a tard from 4th to 5th grade who was super fucking fat. His favorite thing to do was randomly glomp onto legs to trip people in the cafeteria, then eat all the food that fell on the floor.
In primary school, there was this boy who scared the crap out of everyone. Not only was he aggressive, but he was an absolute dynamo. Utterly incapable of sitting still, he was the poster kid for Ritalin. By all accounts his older sister was perfectly normal, and terrified of him. When he wasn't terrorising the girls at recess, he'd cling to the school fence and try to get any trucks that passed by to honk their horns, and whooped with joy when they did. He famously kicked a small lizard to death and puffed himself up with pride when everyone else told him he was mean. Since I was in his year, I had the misfortune of being in the same class as him several years in a row. He disrupted every lesson with a combination of bullying and class clowning. Even though we were just kids, we all knew that that boy was not right in the head. At one point rumour went around the school that one day, when his sister and himself got home from school, his sister realised that she'd forgot her keys, and since this was long before mobile phones, the siblings had to wait outside for their parents to get home. This boy responded by climbing onto the roof and capering about like a monkey. His sister was so terrified that she ended up using a neighbour's phone to call their parents and get them to leave work immediately to try and get him down.
I saw him lower the arsehole armour exactly once. This would have been the last year of primary school. Our class was participating in a poetry competition and we all had to write a poem with the theme of 'time'. We all stood up in front of class one by one and read our poem out loud. Then this boy stood up and read his. It was about how he liked birds. It was the first and only time I'd ever seen him make any sort of effort with schoolwork, and show genuine emotion about something he liked, other than disruption. He looked so nervous. I looked at the teacher and I could see a part of her die, because she had to tell him that his work needed to follow the theme. She told him that it was great, but he just needed to change it slightly for the competition, but the moment was lost.
My parents decided to bus me out of town for high school so after primary school, I never saw him again, mercifully. A couple years after high school had finished and I'd moved out of state with the parents, my father asked me if I remembered the boy.
Said boy had made the national news for going on a massive crime spree, over several weeks, cumulating in him kniffing some random at a bus stop for no apparent reason. He ended up getting what was by our country's standards a very long prison sentence, so it wasn't his first rodeo.
