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Share Your School Stories - Weirdos, freaks, and idiots (self-inclusion optional)
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One boy in my primary school ended up in a coma after he was hit on the head with a big cube shaped battery. The boy recovered. He was always nice to me and everyone in the class, his mum and my mum were work friends, and we don't know why the lad decided to hit him.
I remember there was a girl who used to lean on the corner of the desk with her hand on the edge and sway backwards and forwards, while humming to herself. I assumed it was a nervous thing but she was always the teacher's favourite and her work was always chosen for classroom displays so I never could understand why she used to rock about like that - last year I met an old schoolfriend and we were talking about vague school memories and she said "Remember C. A. who used to rub herself up on the desks?". So that completely weirded me out.
I was short, skinny, ginger and freckled during my school years, and in high school there were a few popular girls who used to pick on me, especially in P.E. as I used to enjoy things like gymnastics and sports. Anyway, I was asked out by a boy, but because he was good looking and popular, I thought it was a trick (I had read the book "Carrie" a few times and wasn't going to fall for any of THAT, thankyou very much).
Turns out he actually didn't socialise with the popular girls at all at that point, and it wasn't a trick.
He actually ended up with one of the popular girls during their twenties, and they both ended up as alcoholics.
And I lost my freckles and discovered hair dye.
I remember there was a girl who used to lean on the corner of the desk with her hand on the edge and sway backwards and forwards, while humming to herself. I assumed it was a nervous thing but she was always the teacher's favourite and her work was always chosen for classroom displays so I never could understand why she used to rock about like that - last year I met an old schoolfriend and we were talking about vague school memories and she said "Remember C. A. who used to rub herself up on the desks?". So that completely weirded me out.
I was short, skinny, ginger and freckled during my school years, and in high school there were a few popular girls who used to pick on me, especially in P.E. as I used to enjoy things like gymnastics and sports. Anyway, I was asked out by a boy, but because he was good looking and popular, I thought it was a trick (I had read the book "Carrie" a few times and wasn't going to fall for any of THAT, thankyou very much).
Turns out he actually didn't socialise with the popular girls at all at that point, and it wasn't a trick.
He actually ended up with one of the popular girls during their twenties, and they both ended up as alcoholics.
And I lost my freckles and discovered hair dye.
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Young man, let me tell you a story about my anime club before your time....
I'm honestly surprised but I was rather lucky to not be a part of the high school anime club's antics in the few years I was in the high school I was at before I moved away. Before Naruto was cool, I had access to early access bittorrent episodes of the show, and even then, I was already steeped in anime way before the 2000s boom hit. I offered the club constantly for these episodes, but the heads of the club were all espousing stupid shit like "the feds will be on our case", as if the fucking FBI and the GAY would fucking care about Japanese cartoons. One day, I announced I wanted to show those episodes for the whole club.... And that's when I was given a big no by mostly everyone there. Keep in mind, this was a time when internet moral faggotry was big in forums and net communities, before 4chan let us know of the wonders that is purism hypocrisy and white knighting. I was also something of a sperg too, but I can admit that I was socially lacking and I wanted to also learn the ropes of making friends and just be a decent person. That was also when I learned that the anime club nerds are also uninviting and are not the cool people you're looking for if you are an anime nerd. For any high schooler reading this, just be yourself and if anyone likes you, even the cool people, be friends with them, and stick with them. Back on track, since then, I only went if I was bored and wanted to hangout with some of my friends who tended the club to kill time, which was occasionally.
As a denizen of the internets, I have found out what the anime club people are all doing nowadays. Most have fled to good ol' San Francisco (ie where you can shit on the street, see bums openly shoot up smug and morphine, and eat fucking instant ramen while your paycheck goes to your housing), got involved with SJW faggotry and have turned gay, are now in debt to art school fees, have stayed in the same town as quiet small town folk working restaurant chains, and one really annoying asshole I spite the fuck out of was recently involved in a scandal last year regarding something rather fucking huge in aerospace tech. I'll just link up here because fuck you, you goth faggot edgelord piece of shit.
Oh, and not one of them, even the skilled artists who liked to draw their own anime, ever realized their dreams of anime stardom. Turns out most were teen day anime sensation chasers. Some of them even have instagrams and tumblrs where I could see their pathetic art where they try to do "realistic" art that's even more shit than their anime art back in the day. Haw haw.
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one of my French teachers in school was a delightfully Anglophobic Irish-American milf and she was always educating us about the treachery of Perfidious Albion whenever the subject turned to the French presence in North America, as it frequently did. Always telling us about how if it wasn't for France, Americans would still be speaking the King's English, and how the English were monsters for ethnically cleansing and deporting the Acadians to the swamps of Louisiana. I remember one time I flippantly characterized the Quebecois people as being "crazy about their heritage", and she was very quick to jump in to defend them on the basis of English cultural oppression. She was an extremely nice lady though, with a good sense of humor, and everybody enjoyed taking her class. I credit her for enlightening me to the threat of the Eternal Anglo.
another French teacher I had in school was this Ethiopian woman who grew up at some kind of European missionary school in Africa, so she was fluent in Spanish, French, and Italian in addition to English. The school (in America) must have thought they hit the jackpot with hiring her, because she could teach all three languages on one teacher's salary. Her English was book-learned though, so she just didn't understand English slang and so she was often oblivious to students making fun of her or causing trouble in her class. She had a really hairy upper lip, almost a mustache, that students would often mock without her even understanding it.
another French teacher I had in school was this Ethiopian woman who grew up at some kind of European missionary school in Africa, so she was fluent in Spanish, French, and Italian in addition to English. The school (in America) must have thought they hit the jackpot with hiring her, because she could teach all three languages on one teacher's salary. Her English was book-learned though, so she just didn't understand English slang and so she was often oblivious to students making fun of her or causing trouble in her class. She had a really hairy upper lip, almost a mustache, that students would often mock without her even understanding it.
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For most of my time in elementary school I had the same bus driver. He was pretty much the most stereotypical bus driver possible: old, fat, and very grumpy. Sometimes he'd get so enraged at just a little talking I'd wonder why he was a bus driver if he hated kids so much. And then he'd do something nice like give us candy at holidays. Maybe just to confuse us.
At any rate, sometimes he'd pull over and refuse to drive us home until we stop misbehaving. 99% of the time misbehaving was talking too loud. And to be fair, sometimes it'd be incredibly loud just from talking. But when this would happen he would demand total silence and refuse to move unless we complied. Yeah, most of the time we'd be sitting there a long time, thanks to a handful of defiant kids who'd refuse to be quiet. I think our record was over an hour before we finally started moving again. My mom actually panicked and called the school because of how late I was, but this continued to be a problem, especially in fourth grade. For a good part of that year most of the time it'd be my bus pulled over, waiting for everyone to shut up, at least once a week.
One day my teacher had finally had it and started yelling at us for behaving so poorly on the bus (even though the only thing was talking loudly). This was despite the fact that some of my classmates didn't ride this bus, and none of the most defiant kids were in my class. She then went on to say that because of our poor behavior we would now watch a video on bus safety, in total silence, and anyone caught talking would get detention.
As we gathered around the TV the teacher brought in I wondered just what kind of video we'd be watching. I'd never needed to think about it before I came to the conclusion there was a market of videos for older kids misbehaving on the bus. And while I later found out that is true, that's not what my teacher started playing.
It was a live-action, costumed character Winnie the Pooh video about riding a bus. The kind of video you show to kindergartners before they ride the bus for the first time, or on the first day of school. To say we were humiliated is kind of an understatement. Even worse, none of the rules on the video really applied because the only problem was that my bus driver wanted us to either talk really quietly, or not at all.
Well, after that the threat of another round of that video kept myself and my classmates almost silent on the bus by default. And if anyone started to get too loud we'd be the first ones telling them to shut up or we'd have to watch the Pooh bus safety video again. After a point other kids on the bus got much quieter too, and some of the more defiant kids became less so. Probably because their teachers made them watch the Pooh video too and threatened them with further viewings if they didn't shape up on the bus.
At any rate, sometimes he'd pull over and refuse to drive us home until we stop misbehaving. 99% of the time misbehaving was talking too loud. And to be fair, sometimes it'd be incredibly loud just from talking. But when this would happen he would demand total silence and refuse to move unless we complied. Yeah, most of the time we'd be sitting there a long time, thanks to a handful of defiant kids who'd refuse to be quiet. I think our record was over an hour before we finally started moving again. My mom actually panicked and called the school because of how late I was, but this continued to be a problem, especially in fourth grade. For a good part of that year most of the time it'd be my bus pulled over, waiting for everyone to shut up, at least once a week.
One day my teacher had finally had it and started yelling at us for behaving so poorly on the bus (even though the only thing was talking loudly). This was despite the fact that some of my classmates didn't ride this bus, and none of the most defiant kids were in my class. She then went on to say that because of our poor behavior we would now watch a video on bus safety, in total silence, and anyone caught talking would get detention.
As we gathered around the TV the teacher brought in I wondered just what kind of video we'd be watching. I'd never needed to think about it before I came to the conclusion there was a market of videos for older kids misbehaving on the bus. And while I later found out that is true, that's not what my teacher started playing.
It was a live-action, costumed character Winnie the Pooh video about riding a bus. The kind of video you show to kindergartners before they ride the bus for the first time, or on the first day of school. To say we were humiliated is kind of an understatement. Even worse, none of the rules on the video really applied because the only problem was that my bus driver wanted us to either talk really quietly, or not at all.
Well, after that the threat of another round of that video kept myself and my classmates almost silent on the bus by default. And if anyone started to get too loud we'd be the first ones telling them to shut up or we'd have to watch the Pooh bus safety video again. After a point other kids on the bus got much quieter too, and some of the more defiant kids became less so. Probably because their teachers made them watch the Pooh video too and threatened them with further viewings if they didn't shape up on the bus.
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Your bus driver was fucking based. I love that guy. I'd have been one of the kids disrupting everything and making noises and getting them blamed on someone else.
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There was a college party this one night. The theme was "Get Turned Up" or something. People were walking in and out, all sweaty and smelly. It was going until midnight, then they played one last song. It was the type of rap song that would get people riled up. Sure enough, upon 30 seconds of the song playing, people starting jumping up and down. Somebody threw paper, then everybody followed suit. I think one person threw a chair. They shut down the party instantly after that.
After that, people started dancing out in the rain with their shirts off. They were causing a ruckus for a while. They left a big mess, unsurprisingly.
After that, people started dancing out in the rain with their shirts off. They were causing a ruckus for a while. They left a big mess, unsurprisingly.
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In high school there were these two black kids, one was a hardcore weeb who seems fairly autistic in retrospect (this was back when it was more popular to call people retarded rather than autistic), the other was somewhat more normal. I don't remember what it was about, but they had an argument one time that led to the autist weeb putting a makeshift FBI wanted poster up in front of the other kid's classroom accusing the normal kid of being a rapist. This was supposed to be seen as a harmless prank, and as far as I know, he didn't get suspended or anything for it. In retaliation, the normal kid did something similar to the autistic weeb, but instead of calling the weeb a rapist in his "wanted poster", it called him a pedophile. Needless to say, the pedo accusation stuck harder than the rapist one. Girls in our grade seemed to genuinely believe it and would be visibly disturbed by the mere sight of the autistic weeb.
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In middle school I stole the P.E coach's reusable water bottle filled with coffee. We were walking up the staircase back to class after P.E was done and I threw that shit down the balcony that overlooked the staircase. That shit hit the ground and bounced back upwards, splattering coffee all over the place. Me and my friends nearly pissed our selves laughing. Then like 15 minutes after we got back to class, coach walks in the room. Stares right at me, with a psychotic, pissed off look. Mumbles something under his breath, storms out of the room and nearly slams the door. He left like two months later.
I was an asshole.
I was an asshole.
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If you’re having a college party nail the god damn furniture to the floor and put all of the tv’s away.
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In one of my classes at the beginning of the new year, we did the whole go around the room, say your name and something interesting about yourself thing. One guy decided to let everyone know his interesting thing was he jacked off to Lizzie Borden once.
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More stories from my high school French classes:
One year in French class, I came up with what would have been the winning design for the French club's annual T-shirt design contest, but they disqualified my design after the votes were in because my hand-drawn design featured Snoopy and Woodstock costumed as Foreign Legionnaires and marching around with a French flag, like in the "Peanuts" comic strips where they are pretending to reenact "Beau Geste". The French teacher was deathly terrified of copyright infringement, even though we were only making like 30 T-shirts and basically no money was exchanging hands. That was some real bullshit, because the design they ended up selecting for the T-shirt was just a random collage of royalty-free clip art featuring stereotypical French "things" like baguettes, berets, red wine, mustaches, etc
Another year, this "affluenza"-type WASP-ey dudebro swaggered into French class with an enormous shit-eating grin, looking like he obviously had some big naughty secret he was barely holding in. Our redheaded Irish-American milf teacher was running very late for some reason, so with nothing else going on, this dudebro suddenly up and confesses out of nowhere to our entire class of 30 odd students that he was out last night drunk-joyriding in his friend's dad's expensive new car while the parents were out of town, and he had totaled the car by crashing it into someone's house.
No one was hurt, but helicopter-footage of the crash site had been all over the news the night before due to catastrophic damage, with the police being unable to apprehend the driver who had "fled the scene of the crash". The dudebro was particularly proud of that last bit, thinking it was just the most badass thing that they had been unable to catch him. I guess this dudebro just couldn't keep it a secret any longer that he was the mystery culprit behind the biggest local news item of the day, and he assumed we would all be so impressed with his drunken escapade that no one would rat him out.
We were all so totally shell-shocked by the sheer stupidity and criminality of what he had just confessed to us that probably none of us would have ratted him out. Before that could happen, though, our French teacher finally showed up and asked us why we are all looking so unsettled, and of his own volition, the dudebro just goes ahead and retells the whole sordid story to her.
When our teacher had heard enough, she just walked out the door to fetch the school liaison cop and dudebro went to juvy.
One year in French class, I came up with what would have been the winning design for the French club's annual T-shirt design contest, but they disqualified my design after the votes were in because my hand-drawn design featured Snoopy and Woodstock costumed as Foreign Legionnaires and marching around with a French flag, like in the "Peanuts" comic strips where they are pretending to reenact "Beau Geste". The French teacher was deathly terrified of copyright infringement, even though we were only making like 30 T-shirts and basically no money was exchanging hands. That was some real bullshit, because the design they ended up selecting for the T-shirt was just a random collage of royalty-free clip art featuring stereotypical French "things" like baguettes, berets, red wine, mustaches, etc
Another year, this "affluenza"-type WASP-ey dudebro swaggered into French class with an enormous shit-eating grin, looking like he obviously had some big naughty secret he was barely holding in. Our redheaded Irish-American milf teacher was running very late for some reason, so with nothing else going on, this dudebro suddenly up and confesses out of nowhere to our entire class of 30 odd students that he was out last night drunk-joyriding in his friend's dad's expensive new car while the parents were out of town, and he had totaled the car by crashing it into someone's house.
No one was hurt, but helicopter-footage of the crash site had been all over the news the night before due to catastrophic damage, with the police being unable to apprehend the driver who had "fled the scene of the crash". The dudebro was particularly proud of that last bit, thinking it was just the most badass thing that they had been unable to catch him. I guess this dudebro just couldn't keep it a secret any longer that he was the mystery culprit behind the biggest local news item of the day, and he assumed we would all be so impressed with his drunken escapade that no one would rat him out.
We were all so totally shell-shocked by the sheer stupidity and criminality of what he had just confessed to us that probably none of us would have ratted him out. Before that could happen, though, our French teacher finally showed up and asked us why we are all looking so unsettled, and of his own volition, the dudebro just goes ahead and retells the whole sordid story to her.
When our teacher had heard enough, she just walked out the door to fetch the school liaison cop and dudebro went to juvy.
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What...the fuck?
How can anyone be that fucking stupid? He already tempted fate by telling your entire class, then he has the balls to tell an actual teacher?
He could have gotten away with it. He had no one to blame but himself.
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Did he count how many whacks it took to compare against the rhyme? Cause I hear she can get the job done in naught over 41.
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I really think it was some element of the "affluenza" thing going on in his mind. He got away with a whole lot of small time shit like wild house parties, recreational drug use, and other drunk antics, and probably thought he would always be insulated from the consequences of his actions.
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It's the Seniors last day of the year my sophomore year of High School. The senior's usually do some form of inconvenience on this last day- no not a senior prank the last day where I went to was more like "how inconvenient can we be?" (my freshman year a bunch of seniors locked arms and blocked off 3 sections of the main hallways cross section, as an example). Well, my sophomore year was the worst that the school has ever experienced. Instead of a group of seniors planning out something it was a substantial amount of individual actors that came up with the worst ideas they could think of that just happened to all cause the same amount of damage.
I can't say what each individual person did, I can give a list of their actions though.
-Cooking oil was lathered on the tile section before going down stairs
-Snapping turtle was planted in 2 of the girls toilets
-Icy Hot was put on EVERY toilet seat in the school (or most)
-A goat was attempted to be brought in (this student got sent home immediately)
-Pissing in the soap dispensers
-Shitting in the boys urinals
-slathering of Mayo on a hallways window
-pouring of lemon juice on car windshields and roofs
-putting words in Kechup/Mustard on car doors and hoods
-Shitting on peoples hoods
-Peeing on their car doors and windshields
-the band room where the Tubas were stored had baby powder slapped all over the place
-two seniors knocked out a sophomore for no reason other than to do it (they promptly got detained by the 3 school officers)
I can't remember what else they did, but the next day I saw a bunch of Seniors COME BACK for community service. A few got charged with property damage, two seniors got charged with assault, I think one got a case of animal abuse but it was dropped- it was the snapping turtle not the goat. I believe a total of 34 seniors were refused from graduating because of how much damage they caused to the school property and peoples private property.
I was legit terrified to walk through the halls that day after the first period ended from how insane this class was acting. I believe this was also the same class that had one guy graduate a half year early because he got his bare minimum of credits needed to graduate completed. He was also the quarterback of our High School football team who was an AMAZING quarterback but was also the rich mans sons. He had multiple DUI's, was arrested multiple times for possessions of weed and acid I believe and never suffered a second in juvy or got kicked off the football team. When this fucker went to MU and got on the football team he promptly got kicked off the team and thrown in jail because daddy wasn't there to suck off the school district into keeping him on the team.
I can't say what each individual person did, I can give a list of their actions though.
-Cooking oil was lathered on the tile section before going down stairs
-Snapping turtle was planted in 2 of the girls toilets
-Icy Hot was put on EVERY toilet seat in the school (or most)
-A goat was attempted to be brought in (this student got sent home immediately)
-Pissing in the soap dispensers
-Shitting in the boys urinals
-slathering of Mayo on a hallways window
-pouring of lemon juice on car windshields and roofs
-putting words in Kechup/Mustard on car doors and hoods
-Shitting on peoples hoods
-Peeing on their car doors and windshields
-the band room where the Tubas were stored had baby powder slapped all over the place
-two seniors knocked out a sophomore for no reason other than to do it (they promptly got detained by the 3 school officers)
I can't remember what else they did, but the next day I saw a bunch of Seniors COME BACK for community service. A few got charged with property damage, two seniors got charged with assault, I think one got a case of animal abuse but it was dropped- it was the snapping turtle not the goat. I believe a total of 34 seniors were refused from graduating because of how much damage they caused to the school property and peoples private property.
I was legit terrified to walk through the halls that day after the first period ended from how insane this class was acting. I believe this was also the same class that had one guy graduate a half year early because he got his bare minimum of credits needed to graduate completed. He was also the quarterback of our High School football team who was an AMAZING quarterback but was also the rich mans sons. He had multiple DUI's, was arrested multiple times for possessions of weed and acid I believe and never suffered a second in juvy or got kicked off the football team. When this fucker went to MU and got on the football team he promptly got kicked off the team and thrown in jail because daddy wasn't there to suck off the school district into keeping him on the team.
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We had one of those, he got away with everything in high school, then tried the same shit at college, and ended up doing time for sexual assault.
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I used to cut this one class so much when I finally came one day the teacher thought I moved 
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When I was in third grade, a glass door suddenly exploded behind me during a recess. The shards didn't hit me, but when I turned around to see what happened, two guys from my class were bleeding non-stop. Their wounds healed poorly, and they still have very noticeable scars after all these years.
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I sat alone at the lunch table, if someone tried to sit next to me I would tell them to go fuck themselves, then I would move somewhere else.
A black kid hit me in the head with a wet roll of toilet paper while I was taking a shit.
I only said like 100 sentences in all of 7th grade. 20 of those sentences was me proclaiming that trannies could probably give better head than women.
When I was in 3rd grade, I unironically told a 5th grade girl that I knew karate before we fought, I lost the fight,
I tried to use a Dragon Ball Z fighting stance.
A black kid hit me in the head with a wet roll of toilet paper while I was taking a shit.
I only said like 100 sentences in all of 7th grade. 20 of those sentences was me proclaiming that trannies could probably give better head than women.
When I was in 3rd grade, I unironically told a 5th grade girl that I knew karate before we fought, I lost the fight,
I tried to use a Dragon Ball Z fighting stance.