Share Your School Stories - Weirdos, freaks, and idiots (self-inclusion optional)

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In 3rd grade we had a substitute teacher who wrote down the words on the chalk board during a spelling test. To this day I still can't figure out if she was the coolest sub ever, or the dumbest.
 
I've told this story many times before on the farms, but in high school there was this mentally retarded vietnamese kid named Truc. Kids called him Dumptruc, he was wheelchair bound and never spoke except to make happy grunting noises while whipping his long sticklike arms around. You'd randomly see the twranglers pushing him through the hallways, maybe twice a year. They kept the tards separate. One day the sped teachers were wheeling him through the cafeteria and passed by this table of girls and they all started shrieking and running away. The rumor was that Truc had his penis out and the twranglers were just pushing him along like everything was totally normal. These days I am almost certain Agent Orange did Truc.
 
I once didn't have enough money to pay for my lunch (after having already gone through the line and gotten my food) and I had the vice principal tell me he'd give me the money I needed (it was like 50 cents or something extra) but he didn't like the way I said thank you and took the change from his hand so he told me to go sit down with no food. If I remember right, I went something like, "Oh, thanks!" and turned around with the change in my hand, only for him to stop and take it back. Another kid then gave me the change to get lunch and I walked back over to get the food, but the vice principal saw me and got super red in the face and yelled at me to go sit down.

I didn't eat that day.
 
Tanuki Mixed Nuts said:
I once didn't have enough money to pay for my lunch (after having already gone through the line and gotten my food) and I had the vice principal tell me he'd give me the money I needed (it was like 50 cents or something extra) but he didn't like the way I said thank you and took the change from his hand so he told me to go sit down with no food. If I remember right, I went something like, "Oh, thanks!" and turned around with the change in my hand, only for him to stop and take it back. Another kid then gave me the change to get lunch and I walked back over to get the food, but the vice principal saw me and got super red in the face and yelled at me to go sit down.

I didn't eat that day.
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Fucking prick. I'm sorry Kid You had to run into an adult with an ego smaller than a literal child.

Will never understand grown adults like that. How do you make it all the way to adulthood and even land a position of relative power, such as Vice Principal of a fucking school, without getting control of your own ego. I can understand a little bit when behavior like that comes from people who have obviously made some poor decisions in life and are stuck in Shit Tier, entry-level work where their self loathing is apt to peek through on occasion. I can even pity them a bit and judge not their pathetic constitution. But that's like the only time that applies.
 
I went to a private high school and the first two years it was pretty nice. We had a lot of activities, trips, those kinds of things. Then something happened when I got into Jr year. I don't know exactly how or why, but they ran out of money. So they spent the next two years constantly begging us for money. Or should I say, trying to get us to convince our parents to give them more money. The tuition wasn't exactly cheap so you can imagine most people weren't all that interested.
They did some weird stuff my senior year. They doubled the price of prom tickets, even though all they were doing was the old 'decorate the cafeteria.' Then they had a raffle where you could win a date with one of the girls on the student council. We used to joke that the school had resorted to pimping. The dumbest thing was the damn cookbook. They encouraged us to send in family recipes so they could compile them into a special cookbook. They wanted $150 for the damn thing. Didn't exactly sell super well.
 
Hollywood Hitler said:
In 3rd grade we had a substitute teacher who wrote down the words on the chalk board during a spelling test. To this day I still can't figure out if she was the coolest sub ever, or the dumbest.
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This reminds me of my earlier post in which my World History 1 teacher gave us the answers to the 50 questions that would make up our final exam. If anyone failed that class, it was because they refused to put in any effort (yes, she was that easy a teacher for the three classes I had her for).

Cats said:
Will never understand grown adults like that. How do you make it all the way to adulthood and even land a position of relative power, such as Vice Principal of a fucking school, without getting control of your own ego.
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Some administrators see it as a power thing. Others may act that way to keep a wall of separation between students and staff. It's a shame because my high school's assistant principal was firm but fair in how he dealt with misbehavior and he was friendly when encountering students in passing in the hallways. Many of the students wished he had been our head principal because he knew how to relate to us and treat us like the young adults we were in both good and bad moments.

AlmightyMagichan said:
So they spent the next two years constantly begging us for money. Or should I say, trying to get us to convince our parents to give them more money. The tuition wasn't exactly cheap so you can imagine most people weren't all that interested.
They did some weird stuff my senior year.
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Having attended a private school, I know firsthand how fundraising often pays for the items that can't always be covered with the base tuition. However, it seems that a number of private schools now go overboard with fundraising either in terms of the number of fundraising events or the expected amount to be fundraised. The local private school's current fundraising requirement is ridiculous; anyone wishing to pay the flat fee to opt out of fundraising during the school has to pay an amount that is 33% higher than bare minimum fundraising requirement.

When I moved on to the local public high school, I didn't join any clubs largely in part because they fundraised more than my private school did. NHS members were even expected to fundraise a minimum amount to get their graduation honor cord -- a requirement my class was thankfully exempt from because the officers from the year before forgot to record the numbers in the society's record books. At least our fundraiser my senior year was selling first aid kits which were more useful than the overpriced candy and posters the other clubs sold.
 
AlmightyMagichan said:
I went to a private high school and the first two years it was pretty nice. We had a lot of activities, trips, those kinds of things. Then something happened when I got into Jr year. I don't know exactly how or why, but they ran out of money. So they spent the next two years constantly begging us for money. Or should I say, trying to get us to convince our parents to give them more money. The tuition wasn't exactly cheap so you can imagine most people weren't all that interested.
They did some weird stuff my senior year. They doubled the price of prom tickets, even though all they were doing was the old 'decorate the cafeteria.' Then they had a raffle where you could win a date with one of the girls on the student council. We used to joke that the school had resorted to pimping. The dumbest thing was the damn cookbook. They encouraged us to send in family recipes so they could compile them into a special cookbook. They wanted $150 for the damn thing. Didn't exactly sell super well.
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The cookbook thing is a pretty good idea, but not for $150. $25 or $30, maybe. But I'm an adult, and cook meals just about every day. I don't know how many teens like to cook other than microwaving leftovers.
 
Idaho Battle Barn said:
we had this kid who probably had autism/Asperger's because he would make truck noises (complete with gear shifting)
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We had one like that too, except it was a car, complete with gear shifts. However he also had a comfort toy dog that he took everywhere with him, a Snoopy that had turned grey becuse it had never been washed and it's head was falling off.

If you were bored during a break time you could play Snoopy Chicken, all you had to do was take the Snoopy from him and he'd sperg out. The win condition was as you threw the Snoopy between each of the group while the tard freaked out and chased after it was to either, not be holding the Snoopy when a teacher came to see what the noise was or to get it back to the tard before the teacher noticed and thought he was sperging out over nothing.
 
I had a cunt of an english teacher who punished us in a Full Metal Jacket sort of way, IE: one of us gets in trouble, EVERYONE gets punished.
One time someone accidentally slipped a curse word, she made us all scrub the undersides of the tables for gum the next day for punishment.


To this day I still want to smack the shit out of her. (She still works at the school but not as a teacher, just an administrative role)
 
One girl I went to high school with got got by a 28 yr old guy online, who would send her things in return for cybersex. This was back when I phone's were a luxury item for rich teens, so she would flex her iPhone that her pedophile simp got her at school constantly. She would brag about how hot he was, that he looked one the twilight dude, and blah blah blah.

I would mock her and tell her he was a creep and she was gonna get raped. She told me, with confidence, that he loved her and he was coming to visit her. Then she bragged about the money he would send her.

I put on a suit, got out a camcorder and literally said I was with Chris Hansen and followed her class to class, telling her she was a fuckin idiot and she was gonna get raped.

To be fair, she didn't get raped, her parents finally caught on and the guy was caught before he even left the air port. http://www.thedeadkidsofmyspace.com/2009/02/michael-parks-traveled-1959-miles-to.html
 
I do have a middle school story to share

We went to a European country for a pretty damn expensive but really fun field trip. I was at a pedestrian street, chatting with my friend while watching some guy busk, when a homeless man walked up to us two clueless gooks, and nonchalantly took half of my Pockies and walked away. He was babbling some shit I had no idea about - me and my friend sat there really confused as he walked away so casually. We later saw the guy sleeping on the sidewalk, pants wet, besides a KFC, pockies nowhere to be seen. Went past the same KFC the next day and the guy wasn't there - instead there were multiple smidges of shit on the wall.

Tons of shit happened during my high school days but a lot of that involved me and my friends. I wanna be careful with the powerlevel so as not to dox myself, lol.
 
AlmightyMagichan said:
I remember back in middle school (this was in 2001) there was kid who had a seizure one day during lunch. Most of the other kids laughed about it and mocked him for it for a long time. To me that always summed up what horrible little shits 12-13 year olds are.


There was something cool I managed to do in high school. I went to a private catholic school so we had to take religion classes. We were lucky because the religion teachers and the priest who did services were all pretty cool. Unfortunately there was this one fat woman who was a complete shit head. She was really full of herself, and her teaching method was nothing but "you need to feel guilty about everything." Everyone hated her except for a couple annoying girls who took the class too seriously.

One day I was at the mall and found a magnet that said "Jesus loves you, everyone else thinks you're an asshole." I thought that was just too perfect so I bought it and decided I would figure out a way to give it to her. My plan was to put it in an envelope and slip it under the classroom door early in the morning when no one was there. To make it better I included a letter that pretty much just called her a dumb fat bitch. I had a part time job, so I had one of my female co-workers write it for me so that they wouldn't be able to trace my handwriting.

It ended up working out perfectly. One of the administrative people was really mad about it, and he was 100% convinced that a girl had done it. The school ended up going on a little witch hunt to figure out which girl was the perpetrator. I never told anyone I had done it, so I never got caught. Well, I did finally tell everyone at the end of senior year.
Children are cruel, and the only thing that made me help to get through this was my mom. She inspired me every day, but especially at school. She has always been my biggest supporter and has instilled in me the importance of education. Growing up, she always ensured I had everything I needed to succeed in school, from the right supplies to a quiet study space. When preparing for college, I decided to write about this and take inspiration from sources like https://graduateway.com/my-mom-inspires-me/ with narrative essay examples. She has always been a hard worker and has taught me the importance of putting in the effort to achieve my goals. I can only hope to one day be half the parent she is to me.
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Children are very cruel, but it is even worse when the teachers are the same. I have a story from college.
This happened to me during my first semester. I'm sitting in my literature class, and since it was an honors course, it was quite the small class. There are three long tables, each seating roughly 6 students, arranged in the shape of a U. I've been sitting at the left side of the U since the first day, and although there used to be a few students over there with me, they must've all been absent that day, so I was by myself. The class is proceeding as usual until a colleague of the professor knocks on the door. They exchange pleasantries, talk about something unrelated to the class for a minute, and then she introduces herself.
For some reason, she (the colleague) looks at me and asks, "Why are you sitting all alone over there?" I'm flustered by this for some reason, and my face is turning red and I'm stammering, and I respond with something to the effect of, "well, I used to have neighbors, but it appears they're absent." She repeats what I say in a really condescending tone, as if she's mouthing my words and spitting them out in disgust, and the entire class is giggling about it, professor included. She finally bids farewell to us, but before closing the door, she peeks her head back in and says, "Make sure you keep an eye on that one," pointing to me. "He's got social issues!" Everyone bursts into laughter, everyone but me who is about to cry. I didn't find it the least fucking bit funny. I had already been to therapists and psychiatrists during my adolescence for social anxiety and depression, and here I am, being openly bullied by school faculty, in a space that is supposed to be inclusive, warm, welcoming and safe. I dropped out of college shortly thereafter, and although that wasn't the main reason, it was certainly a big factor.
 
A kid that came in 8th grade(and stayed until graduation) who was a total retard threw a piece of bread in my tea at lunch. I literally had to go to the other side of the caffeteria and pace myself because it pissed me off so much.

There was that time in eleventh grade when after our prom equivalent-like 3/4ths of the senior and junior class, and a sizable amount of sophomores were busted for drinking at an afterparty. Many of them were A + plus students, at least one lost her scholarship. I wasn't involved, I did damage my car and embarrass myself with my date though.

I was a senior and insulted some 9th grade girl in an art class(it was a requirement and I'd held off taking it until my senior year)-I said something to the effect of, "you're fat" and I got suspended for two days-just the period, not the entire day. Somehow the principal didn't tell the art teacher what happened-and I got sent back, because being in the principal's office was much more pleasant than being surrounded by a bunch of 9th graders(I was the only senior), (literally being in de facto suspension wasn't punishment, because I was actually having fun).
 
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AlmightyMagichan said:
I remember back in middle school (this was in 2001) there was kid who had a seizure one day during lunch. Most of the other kids laughed about it and mocked him for it for a long time. To me that always summed up what horrible little shits 12-13 year olds are.
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i think i talked about a classmate that had seizures. we were a small class but the teachers always reminded us to go and fetch them as soon as she had her attacks. the creepy part about it was it would happen at random so you would never know when it could come. she would just fall on the ground, start shaking and blink like crazy. everytime it happened on the playground, kids would gather around in a circle and just watch her in fear and curiosity what the fuck was was going on. these are 7-10 year olds we talking about.

there was a period during middle school, when kids used to set the trash bens on fire so the fire alarm would start. worst time it happened was during winter.
 
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Gravityqueen4life said:
there was a period during middle school, when kids used to set the trash bens on fire so the fire alarm would start. worst time it happened was during winter.
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Had a friend where at one of the schools he went to they tried making the fire drill somewhat realistic by setting up smoke machines in advance. In a "monkey's paw" sort of way, they ended up actually setting off the alarms and the fire department had to come out.
 
Something funny from middle school: in American History class we were watching a documentary about early America, and I can barely remember what the documentary was about, but at one point the documentary discussed white settlers bartering with Native Americans and giving them muskets, and some black girl in the front of class blurts out, "Why would you give them Indians all a' them GUNS?!"

Still makes me chuckle to this day.
 
All the students on my floor of my freshman dorm were forced to convene in the common room one night. We got yelled at by the RA and RD about how nasty we were because a girl and her boyfriend fucked in the communal showers and left a used condom on the floor
 
Just remembered this gem. Senior year, 2002-2003, some computer class I forget the name of.
There was this fresh off the plane exchange student from Panama. Petite freshman girl, kind of an airhead, didn't speak much English but was friendly when I greeted her. Of course, being that I'm posting this here, it's about to go to hell rather quickly.
The flasher from algebra class made it his goal to try and seduce her every day.
Several times a day.
This is not an exaggeration.
You'd hear him in the far corner of the computer lab doing his absolute best to try and get in her pants, only for her to blurt out NOOO!! which amused the black portion of the class to no end.
As expected, the teacher did nothing to stop it.
 
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