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

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Yolandi said:
My fourth grade teacher was a garbage human who I'd probably confront if I ever saw again and tell her what a terrible person she was. My mom had conferences with her and the principle, that was how bad it got. She got mad at an assignment a girl did, crumpled up the paper and threw it at her, stuff like that. The way she would punish you was to not let you do anything but sit and do work, write sentences, copy the dictionary, etc. It was a rough year for me. She also gave literally hours of homework a night. There were a few fourth grade classes in the school and my best friend was in one of them and literally never had homework and got to go outside every day that it wasn't raining (it was later revealed to be a remedial class so I think that's probably why; said best friend had some kind of learning disability.)
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My first grade teacher was the same, the principal legit sat in to make sure my mom didnt kill the woman and the bitch took it out on me. Shed call me put in front of the other kids and make me feel horrible. My mom wanted me out of that class so bad but the principal laid such a guilt trip on me saying "you dont want to lose all your friends do you? You like them so of course you don't!". Had I moved my mom told me so many of the other kids parents wouldve yanked them out of the class.

The woman came from some private school and tried to enforce private school policies in a public school. Completely murdered any ambition I had as far as learning went. I'm good at bsing while not knowing a damn thing but I cant retain a single bit of it.
 
I had a horribly autistic kindergarten teacher. One time all the kids were ready to walk to the PE classroom until she found some Buzz Lightyear Happy Meal toy and demanded to know whose toy it was. This one kid kept raising his hand but she didn't believe him or something so after a few minutes of nobody raising their hand I just said it was mine, the teacher gave it to me and finally we could get going to PE. I gave it to the kid and we were friends until his parents moved him to another school or something.

She also punished me once for calling another kid a "baby". I wasn't, I was singing some kids shows' lyrics to myself and he happened to overhear and got upset. Then the teacher got upset at me and I cried because she didn't believe me. I was like five at the time, lmao
 
The weirdest things that I've seen in school was how entertaining both of my algebra classes were in high school. For instance, there's the token gay dude who was singled out by the teacher and was kind of spacing out in front of the entire class; he also sounded like a sped, but I never really paid a lot of attention to him since he quitted the class at some point. There was also an whore who kind of liked me (I was kind of helping her cheat) flashed her tits once. And to surprise of nobody, she drew them on her whiteboard because I had my back to her the first time she did. Plus, she made sure that I saw them this time. One of the assignments that our math teacher did was dividing the class into three or more groups to see how smart we are and there were only two nerds in the class, guess who was in high demand? But what usually happened is that I usually kept the other nerd on my team, the whore usually tagged along, and everyone else got the dumber kids. Eventually, the teacher caught onto what I was doing and made sure that someone else got the nerd, cue testosterone poisoning between the both of us. The teacher was also kind of funny, at times, like explaining how dogs mate by saying that it looked like an two-headed animal if they're obscured by something.

But it was all fun and games until she announced that roughly an third of her Algebra 2 class was failing in that only one person had an "A" in her class. It should be noted that people were pissed at me for being the smartest one that day and the teacher shoved everyone out to bitch at a few problem students (including the whore, who wasn't putting in a lot of effort). I've been told that they've replaced regular math classes with computers for reasons that should be obvious.

I have another story, but it's not as great as this.
 
I swear my 7th grade math/science teacher was legit schizophrenic because she frequently had meltdowns that people were talking over her and not listening when the classroom was dead fucking silent. She also yelled absolutely everything and had the most grating voice you can imagine. I scratched underneath my eye once and she went berserk because apparently I was miming a teardrop tattoo.
 
There was this kid in 8th grade that was the biggest douche and had pretty much no guy friends only had girls for freinds he came off as really gay one day he pissed me off and I wrote "Bryce likes Men" on the whiteboard and he immediately yelled for the teacher and blocked the letters so I couldn't erase it the teacher saw it and said I have detention, He forgot about it and I never got detention.
 
So this happened during the summer but it happened on school property so I think it counts. back in 7th or 8th grade when I had friends my friends took are shirts off made a turbine and found that the door of the school was unlocked and that the janitors were cleaning before school starts. so we walked around the school with our turbines on e voiding the janitors and flipping off cameras sense im an edge lord reincarnate. but eventually a janitor saw us and yelled at us but we sprinted out of the school into the park and across the field and the school never knew who it was sense we had are turbines on.
 
One fall day in second grade my teacher divided us up for some group project that morning, I forget what. As she assigned groups she also assigned seating at some round tables we had in the room for projects like these (she didn't like us to sit at other people's tables, I don't know why). My group was assigned to the table in back corner, over by the back door/fire exit.

We gathered our things and started to walk over there, when suddenly this horrific stench hit us. It was easily the worst thing I (and everyone else) had ever smelled. Even though we were near the class bathroom it didn't smell like shit. The stench wasn't coming from the bathroom either, it seemed to be coming from the back door. We didn't know what it was, though it did have the distinct smell of sweaty armpit mixed in with it.

Scared and disgusted, we rushed over to our teacher at the front of the room and told her that something awful stunk over there. The teacher snapped that nothing stunk over there, and that the bathroom was clean. We tried to tell her it wasn't coming from the bathroom but she didn't believe us. She accused us of lying because we either didn't want to sit in the back, or didn't want to do the work, but that we had to do both and to go sit in the corner and do the assignment immediately.

Reluctantly we walked back over to the table by the door. As we hit the stench zone we covered our noses with our shirts and tried to breath through our mouths as we worked. Unfortunately that didn't work so well because the smell was that strong. We kept coughing and gagging as we struggled to work, but thankfully nobody vomited.

After a short while the teacher started to walk over to us. Probably to yell at us for barely working and pretending that it smelled over there. I saw her coming and could tell the moment she hit the stench zone. She instantly turned from obviously mad, to disgusted, and a bit scared. She said she couldn't believe we'd been sitting among such an odor all this time and to move away from there right away. We jumped up and ran out of the area instantly, pissed off because she didn't believe us about the stink in the first place.

At this point my teacher called out to the rest of the class that if we needed to use the bathroom or water fountain to use the ones in the hallway instead, and also to not go out the back door under any circumstances. As if anyone needed to be told not to go out to were the smell seemed to originate from (except for maybe the class sped, and probably not even him). Then she went over to the intercom and told the office she needed the principal to come to the class right away. Everyone went silent; no teacher ever called for the principal to come to class. I was scared my group and I would be blamed for the smell, somehow.

After a few minutes the principal came in. My teacher had a whispered conversation with the principal over by the front door. We couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it didn't seem like anyone was about to be hauled down to the office. The conversation lasted barely a minute, if that, and then the principal was gone again.

Minutes later the principal's voice came booming out of the intercom. "Attention all students and faculty! A skunk has been spotted on school grounds." More liked smelled rather than seen, but we finally knew what that stench was. The principal went on to tell us not to loiter outside before/after school and warned us that if we see the skunk to stay away and tell an adult immediately.

The skunk stayed around for several weeks before leaving the area, only to return a few weeks later, announcing it's arrival by stinking up the place. This kept happening for the rest of the fall, and most of the long winter. Between the skunk and lousy weather we barely played outside until spring.
 
For my freshman year of high school, I decided to get myself a rolling backpack, so I stood out a lot in the crowd. Had no issues with it, really, though some students must've thought it looked dumb, I dunno. I had two different backpacks that year because the first backpack got broken, but the handle was first popping out that morning before some Hispanic kid angrily kicked it into the wall later in science class while arguing with the teacher. That was the last day he was in class, I don't know what happened to him after that hour.
 
i remember some kid brought a 2 liter of mountain dew and solo cups during the last week of eighth grade to share with his friends, and when the teacher that everyone universally disliked threatened to give him an iss, he stood up and chugged the whole thing in her face. she got so triggered afaik they threatened to call the police on him while everyone (literally) clapped. it was fucking wild.
 
CryptoFascist said:
So this happened during the summer but it happened on school property so I think it counts. back in 7th or 8th grade when I had friends my friends took are shirts off made a turbine and found that the door of the school was unlocked and that the janitors were cleaning before school starts. so we walked around the school with our turbines on e voiding the janitors and flipping off cameras sense im an edge lord reincarnate. but eventually a janitor saw us and yelled at us but we sprinted out of the school into the park and across the field and the school never knew who it was sense we had are turbines on.
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This paragraph is proof that not only did you fail school, but school failed you, too.
 
There was a kid on the spectrum with a bad stuttering problem at my HS back in the day, we'll call him Irving. He had a thing for this girl, we'll call her Jennifer. Irving & Jennifer were both in photography together, and one day while she's developing her photos in the darkroom, Irving comes up behind her, breathes on her neck and stammers out "J-J-J-Jeniffer, I wanna f-f-f-f-fuck you up the ass."
Everyone found out, Irving got kicked out of photography and the rest of were saying "f-f-f-f-f-fuck you up the ass" until we graduated.
 
Recon said:
There was a kid on the spectrum with a bad stuttering problem at my HS back in the day, we'll call him Irving. He had a thing for this girl, we'll call her Jennifer. Irving & Jennifer were both in photography together, and one day while she's developing her photos in the darkroom, Irving comes up behind her, breathes on her neck and stammers out "J-J-J-Jeniffer, I wanna f-f-f-f-fuck you up the ass."
Everyone found out, Irving got kicked out of photography and the rest of were saying "f-f-f-f-f-fuck you up the ass" until we graduated.
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What an absolute Ch-Ch-Ch-Chad
 
I got kicked out of photography class because me and a friend were playing in the dark room and splashing water on each other. The water got on one of the machines and broke it. The teacher didn't know who did it but one of the students told on me.
 
One time I was in a philosophy class and my professor, who was an atheist, began the first day of class by stating unequivocally that god and the bear aren’t real and said he would prove it then a brave marine decked him and said ooo rah he sent me
 
The funniest story to this day is what happened to my friend when the self-declared witch in our English class hexed him and he wound up getting a girlfriend, a new and much better paying job, and a new car within a week.
 
Recon said:
There's supposed to be like an equivalent exchange of bad & good, right? I wonder if the shit hit the fan in HER life.
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I think the “shit hitting the fan” was her having to watch someone she doesn’t like suddenly have all the good shit happen to them.

Edit: Where the fuck did she learn to be a witczh? One of the big things about it is basically“Don’t do black Magick cause it’ll fuck you up more than it fucks them up”.
 
Yolandi said:
My fourth grade teacher was a garbage human who I'd probably confront if I ever saw again and tell her what a terrible person she was.
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Ido said:
My first grade teacher was the same,
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There must be some unwritten rule that American kids have at least one awful teacher in K-5 or K-8 education.

For me, it was my fifth grade teacher that also taught some sixth grade subjects.

I disliked her because she believed without question a classmate's false accusation that I called the latter a bitch - resulting in me being sent to our guidance counselor and being told my only options were to admit to doing something I didn't do and apologize, or get sent to the principal and be suspended. I rather begrudgingly chose door #1 😠. As an aside, the person that accused me would later send me a Valentines Day card where she hand-wrote "I hate your scuts" on the inside. Both myself and my friends that read this found it hilarious because we thought she either badly misspelled "guts" or used what we thought was a nonsense word that made no sense.

I also disliked this teacher because she wouldn't let me be part of our junior high group of academically gifted students that she ran because I supposedly had too many missing assignments in my regular classes. The only problem with that claim was that I asked my teachers about these alleged missing assignments and both confirmed I had turned in all my assignments on time and they had subsequently been graded and returned back to me.

Small wonder that when I ran into this teacher again as a young adult, I said very little to her beyond "Hello" and as short of answers as possible when she asked how and what I was doing.
 
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