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I was friends with this kid who was really into Insane Clown Posse and told me fake stories about how he smoked alot of weed and fucked bitches. Turns out he was gay and sucked off the gayest gay in school, Good times.
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I was studying in texas when that happened, like i said, the school was run by a bunch of idiots
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Since I shared some grade school experiences, it's time for a couple of high school stories. Based on what I read previously, it looks like English teachers tend to be more story-worthy. Two of the three teachers I'll talk about fit that mold. To be fair, I'll even talk about the English teacher I enjoyed.
I only had A for one class, an advanced composition class. Ironically, it wasn't even my first choice for a class that semester; I was placed into it when my desired class was cancelled due to lack of numbers. I ended up loving the class, the way Mrs. A taught it, and the positive attitude she encouraged and promoted. Even though I believe we were all placed into the class for being good writers, she always challenged each of us to be even better. To this day, I credit my enjoyment of writing to her.
Mrs. B was a decent teacher, but her idea of disciplining perceived trouble makers was to shame them into cooperation, or flat out be rude back to them. I had her for two classes. In the first, a class where we read a number of short stories, a guy kept calling me "Vern" (as in the Hey Vern thing) for reasons unknown. One particular day, she finally had enough and snapped back with, "Vern 2, be quiet!" As an example of her passive-aggressive shaming, she caught me half-paying attention in AP English and when she saw me fiddling with my calculator, she sarcastically asked, "Do I look like Mr. (Math Department Chair) to you?"
She also claimed she signed a document that prevented her from giving students white-out to use during writing exercises.
As mentioned, she was the AP English teacher. There, she was sassier to my classmates, telling one he'd fail the AP exam even though we were barely into the first quarter of the year! A few students quickly dropped the class before the deadline not because they didn't want to take the class, but because they didn't want to deal with her.
I'm not sure what for, but she sent the class to the library one day for a research project. A classmate and I finished early, so we silently played cards until the hour was up. A librarian got mad at us and wouldn't accept that we finished our work and told on us to Mrs. B. We both had to write a 500-word essay on the evils of card-playing due the next morning. I was so miffed I wrote one that was over the top. As an example, I said playing cards too much might lead to losing money gambling, and I sure hoped that wouldn't happen to me. Knowing her antics, I feared she might claim she lost my essay after I turned it in, so my night boss at my job graciously let me make a copy of my essay just in case. The next morning, before the first class, I gave it to her. She looked it over solely to see if it looked long enough and threw it in the garbage in front of me without reading it. Before she dismissed me, she gave me a stern warning not to get in trouble again.
I hope this doesn't come across as A-Loggy, but right before our first report card, she fell seriously ill - so much so she couldn't come back for the rest of the year, and possibly never taught again. A fair number of the students were secretly glad her rudeness would be a thing of the past. It also meant she couldn't tell our parents how awful she thought we were as students at the upcoming conferences. The only drawback is that we had a rotating door of substitute teachers teach the class for the remaining 3/4 of the year, so we never really learned anything meaningful and we were a bit ill-prepared for the AP exam. If half of us got scores high enough to earn college credit, I'd be surprised.
She also claimed she signed a document that prevented her from giving students white-out to use during writing exercises.
As mentioned, she was the AP English teacher. There, she was sassier to my classmates, telling one he'd fail the AP exam even though we were barely into the first quarter of the year! A few students quickly dropped the class before the deadline not because they didn't want to take the class, but because they didn't want to deal with her.
I'm not sure what for, but she sent the class to the library one day for a research project. A classmate and I finished early, so we silently played cards until the hour was up. A librarian got mad at us and wouldn't accept that we finished our work and told on us to Mrs. B. We both had to write a 500-word essay on the evils of card-playing due the next morning. I was so miffed I wrote one that was over the top. As an example, I said playing cards too much might lead to losing money gambling, and I sure hoped that wouldn't happen to me. Knowing her antics, I feared she might claim she lost my essay after I turned it in, so my night boss at my job graciously let me make a copy of my essay just in case. The next morning, before the first class, I gave it to her. She looked it over solely to see if it looked long enough and threw it in the garbage in front of me without reading it. Before she dismissed me, she gave me a stern warning not to get in trouble again.
I hope this doesn't come across as A-Loggy, but right before our first report card, she fell seriously ill - so much so she couldn't come back for the rest of the year, and possibly never taught again. A fair number of the students were secretly glad her rudeness would be a thing of the past. It also meant she couldn't tell our parents how awful she thought we were as students at the upcoming conferences. The only drawback is that we had a rotating door of substitute teachers teach the class for the remaining 3/4 of the year, so we never really learned anything meaningful and we were a bit ill-prepared for the AP exam. If half of us got scores high enough to earn college credit, I'd be surprised.
Ms. C taught the school's literature classes - American, English, and World. Having taken all three in my high school career meant I got to see just how much of a dingbat she was, even if she was a well-intentioned teacher.
One time during attendance, she looked at me and asked, "(Kiwi Lime Pie), are you here?" Taken aback she actually asked that while making direct eye contact, I said, "It seems that way." I think she still marked me absent as I somehow had one more absence in her class than my others.
Another time, she marked my mid-quarter progress report with both "Doing well in class" and "Does not pay attention in class." My parents and I chuckled that I must be a good student to do so well without paying attention. At the next parent-teacher conference, she admitted the latter item was a mistake that was probably meant for another student. She crossed it out on the sheet my parents had and initialed it to show it was an error.
In my American lit class, we had a guy who regularly skipped and instead smoked outside the building. He'd always tell her the next day he had been sent down to the office during her class and she believed him without question! Finally, she decided to call his bluff near the end of the semester and told him he needed to show her his hall pass.
She also refused to adjust the thermostat in the classroom, resulting in an ice cold room during the winter. I think she said she wasn't allowed, even though most of my other teachers had no problem adjusting the heat or air as needed. During the attendance roll call that day, one of my classmates answered, "Freezing" instead of "Here" in hopes she'd change her mind about the heat. It didn't work, of course.
In my World lit class, one of the guys wanted to turn to talk to the guy behind him about non-class stuff. So, he put his ball cap on backwards, turned around, and discreetly chatted away to his friend. She saw his hat with the brim facing her and assumed he was paying attention.
One time during attendance, she looked at me and asked, "(Kiwi Lime Pie), are you here?" Taken aback she actually asked that while making direct eye contact, I said, "It seems that way." I think she still marked me absent as I somehow had one more absence in her class than my others.
Another time, she marked my mid-quarter progress report with both "Doing well in class" and "Does not pay attention in class." My parents and I chuckled that I must be a good student to do so well without paying attention. At the next parent-teacher conference, she admitted the latter item was a mistake that was probably meant for another student. She crossed it out on the sheet my parents had and initialed it to show it was an error.
In my American lit class, we had a guy who regularly skipped and instead smoked outside the building. He'd always tell her the next day he had been sent down to the office during her class and she believed him without question! Finally, she decided to call his bluff near the end of the semester and told him he needed to show her his hall pass.
She also refused to adjust the thermostat in the classroom, resulting in an ice cold room during the winter. I think she said she wasn't allowed, even though most of my other teachers had no problem adjusting the heat or air as needed. During the attendance roll call that day, one of my classmates answered, "Freezing" instead of "Here" in hopes she'd change her mind about the heat. It didn't work, of course.
In my World lit class, one of the guys wanted to turn to talk to the guy behind him about non-class stuff. So, he put his ball cap on backwards, turned around, and discreetly chatted away to his friend. She saw his hat with the brim facing her and assumed he was paying attention.
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When I was in first grade I remember a kid going into a closet in our classroom so he could piss himself in private.
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I just remembered something great that one of my college friends told me. I worked in the tutorial center for a while and became good friends with quite a few of the tutoring regulars. One girl had been at that school longer than I had so she had as sorts of juicy gossip. She also happens to have a very, VERY, loud sneeze. Like, she sneezes and people jump a foot in the air in suprise. She had a class one time with this super old lady, and one day she let out one of her infamous sneezes. The teacher was so startled by the noise that she clutches her heart and nearly falls over. Instead of recovering, she leaned heavily against the blackboard gasping for breath. Students panic and call campus security becasue holy shit, this woman is having some kind of heart attack. Security guys arrive with a stretcher and give the teacher a look over, thankfully she wasn't having a heart attack and was just overly startled. They jokingly asked my friend if she had anything against that teacher. (She did admit that teacher wasn't really that great, but killing her with a sneeze wasn't her intention!) The whole rest of the semester the teacher was super jumpy and always giving her a suspicious side glance to see if she was going to sneeze again.
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There was a girl in one of my classes back in high school that would sneeze so loud that the teacher next door came rushing over to make sure no one died the first time it happened. Numerous people would also check in on us if they heard her sneeze down the hallway, it was ridiculous. But she did it at least once every class, if not twice.
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I can sympathize, I have a very loud sneeze too and I occasionally startle people at work with it.
There's another guy at work who sneezes even louder than me, you can seriously hear him from the other side of the building.
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When i was in junior high i made a friend when i borrowed her calculator, before i knew it we were sperging over vidyagames and drawing stuff. We still have conract but have gone our separate ways.
My best memory with her was when we held a Mario Kart Double dash lan game in the computer lab during the last days of school.
My best memory with her was when we held a Mario Kart Double dash lan game in the computer lab during the last days of school.
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Penultimate year of High School.
Our class was having a three-days trip to Prague. We were staying in an hotel in uptown.
At midnight of the second day, me and a couple of friends of mine try to sneak out to go to the city center for some nightlife.
We are almost out when we ran into a classmate of us, a very shy and hardworking girl, who generally talked only when prompted by teachers and struggled to put up a complete sentence.
Well, said girl not only promises to not tell anything to teachers, she wants to come with us. So, we let her come along, knowing we have to look out for her and she's our responsibility. In the end, I ended up browsing vetrines with her and take a coffee at a stall. My friends just went to a nightclub.
We got back at the hotel at 5:30. She was very happy and continually referred to it as her "little escapade" for a year and a half after it. That was the closest thing to a date I had with a girl until I met my SO.
Our class was having a three-days trip to Prague. We were staying in an hotel in uptown.
At midnight of the second day, me and a couple of friends of mine try to sneak out to go to the city center for some nightlife.
We are almost out when we ran into a classmate of us, a very shy and hardworking girl, who generally talked only when prompted by teachers and struggled to put up a complete sentence.
Well, said girl not only promises to not tell anything to teachers, she wants to come with us. So, we let her come along, knowing we have to look out for her and she's our responsibility. In the end, I ended up browsing vetrines with her and take a coffee at a stall. My friends just went to a nightclub.
We got back at the hotel at 5:30. She was very happy and continually referred to it as her "little escapade" for a year and a half after it. That was the closest thing to a date I had with a girl until I met my SO.
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In highschool, there was this one kid whose mom was on the school board, so he could basically get away with anything. The thing he was most known for was calling his bus driver a cunt, then jumping out of the back of the bus while it was still moving. He only got half a week of suspension.
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Had a really good sub teacher, good for us that is. His surname was french and I can't remember exactly how it was spelled but, written down if you anglicized the pronunciation it was "boggles" and he wore thick glasses so everyone called him variations on "Boggles the Goggles". Seeing him fuss his way into a classroom was a blessing because Boggles had a field of vision and awareness that wouldn't even qualify him to guard Shadow Moses Island on easy mode. He'd shuffle in, squint at the lesson plan for five minutes then turn to the whiteboard and start writing in tiny cursive script and expect us to copy it out. That was the lesson, nobody copied. Occasionally he'd turn to the class and we'd all parrot "Yes sir" which always seemed to please him and he'd turn back.
I heard a rumor that somebody managed to smoke a cigarette in his class and whilst I have no evidence to suggest that's true, it wouldn't surprise me.
My most memorable Boggles class was the one where we figured out that any question you asked him he'd answer "Yes, yes, yes, yes" with an annoyed flap of his hand and total ignorance of the question and so over the course of fifteen minutes the classroom emptied itself into the library and toilets until he was left teaching a class of two people too pussy to risk it. Good times.
We had one autist and one girl in a wheelchair (this was super diverse as my school was 100% white English until year 10 when we got a Portuguese). The autist was high functioning and he had an unusually useful obsession. His dad was a very well qualified telecoms engineer and this kid knew EVERYTHING about telecoms equipment and how it functions, how networks are planned and how they should be used and maintained. He used to get picked on a lot but he was a curl into a ball and cry person rather than a flip out and tard rage person. I quite liked him, he was harmless and I hope he did something with that university level knowledge.
The wheelchair girl, well let me tell you about her. She was SPECIAL! Not in a tard way or a Fallout way. She was a unique, beautiful snowflake who was too good for this world and didn't she fucking know it! Bare in mind before 2000 my school was the kind of place where a black person was a mythical creature that existed in American films so diversity in our school was low. She was in the paper as our first disabled pupil. They built ramps for her and that was in the paper. They interviewed her for the paper. She had cerebral palsy so she slurped and dribbled all the time and being anywhere near her eating was an exercise in gag reflex control. She had an electric wheelchair that wouldn't have been out of place in Carmageddon and you got the fuck out of her way if you didn't want to get mowed down. The school did fucking gymnastics to keep her happy up to and including bribing a guy she had a weird dribbly crush on to "dance" with her at the school disco. She generally treated everyone like shit, made obnoxious demands and had them granted and occasionally shat herself in class then sat there like a shit covered drool goblin daring anybody to comment.
I heard a rumor that somebody managed to smoke a cigarette in his class and whilst I have no evidence to suggest that's true, it wouldn't surprise me.
My most memorable Boggles class was the one where we figured out that any question you asked him he'd answer "Yes, yes, yes, yes" with an annoyed flap of his hand and total ignorance of the question and so over the course of fifteen minutes the classroom emptied itself into the library and toilets until he was left teaching a class of two people too pussy to risk it. Good times.
We had one autist and one girl in a wheelchair (this was super diverse as my school was 100% white English until year 10 when we got a Portuguese). The autist was high functioning and he had an unusually useful obsession. His dad was a very well qualified telecoms engineer and this kid knew EVERYTHING about telecoms equipment and how it functions, how networks are planned and how they should be used and maintained. He used to get picked on a lot but he was a curl into a ball and cry person rather than a flip out and tard rage person. I quite liked him, he was harmless and I hope he did something with that university level knowledge.
The wheelchair girl, well let me tell you about her. She was SPECIAL! Not in a tard way or a Fallout way. She was a unique, beautiful snowflake who was too good for this world and didn't she fucking know it! Bare in mind before 2000 my school was the kind of place where a black person was a mythical creature that existed in American films so diversity in our school was low. She was in the paper as our first disabled pupil. They built ramps for her and that was in the paper. They interviewed her for the paper. She had cerebral palsy so she slurped and dribbled all the time and being anywhere near her eating was an exercise in gag reflex control. She had an electric wheelchair that wouldn't have been out of place in Carmageddon and you got the fuck out of her way if you didn't want to get mowed down. The school did fucking gymnastics to keep her happy up to and including bribing a guy she had a weird dribbly crush on to "dance" with her at the school disco. She generally treated everyone like shit, made obnoxious demands and had them granted and occasionally shat herself in class then sat there like a shit covered drool goblin daring anybody to comment.
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There was a slow girl in college during our anatomy class. Whenever we would go over the answers to the previous test, the routine was the same.
- Teacher asks the question.
- Student gives the answer.
- Teacher explains why this answer is correct.
- Just as teacher is about to move on to the next question, slow girl asks "So what was the answer?"
Every single time. Predictably, she failed her state exams.
- Teacher asks the question.
- Student gives the answer.
- Teacher explains why this answer is correct.
- Just as teacher is about to move on to the next question, slow girl asks "So what was the answer?"
Every single time. Predictably, she failed her state exams.
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There was this one year in elementary (when I was in sixth grade, if I'm remembering right) where the faculty staff apparently decided to make some kind of weird-ass video to sum up the year or something, I have no fucking clue, but they made it and put it on at the end of the year--and it was played twice during the day, yet I only remember two segments. This was back when you could still say "retarded" and not get reprimanded, so the beginning of the video had a "disclaimer" from one of the male staff (think it was a coach) in front of a fireplace warning that the short "film" was "rated 'R' for 'retarded'". Then some random shit comes on afterwards, whatever they were about, then it cut to some kid puking and then a crowd of kids going "EEEEWWWWW" as the janitor mopped up a puddle of baked beans that represented the vomit.
To this day, I still wonder like I did sitting in that classroom if that was in reference to the previous year when I threw up outside of the classroom after I got permission to go to the bathroom. (It was an outdoor classroom btw, so it was on the sidewalk.) Thing is, though, I didn't tell anyone about it 'cause I was embarrassed enough as it was to suddenly just puke outside when I just wanted to go pee, so the classes when they got out for recess/lunch came across it and made a bit of a fuss about it. I doubt the video was referring to that moment, but it was still a poignant memory at the time that I couldn't help wondering if it was.
To this day, I still wonder like I did sitting in that classroom if that was in reference to the previous year when I threw up outside of the classroom after I got permission to go to the bathroom. (It was an outdoor classroom btw, so it was on the sidewalk.) Thing is, though, I didn't tell anyone about it 'cause I was embarrassed enough as it was to suddenly just puke outside when I just wanted to go pee, so the classes when they got out for recess/lunch came across it and made a bit of a fuss about it. I doubt the video was referring to that moment, but it was still a poignant memory at the time that I couldn't help wondering if it was.
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When we were watching some movie to celebrate the end of the year in senior year English Class, my buddy sitting next to me taps me on the shoulder and and pulls out and shows me some ecstasy he brought to class. He took a pill and slowly but surely, he got sweatier and happier by the minute. Like, I've never seen someone smile so widely that I think I saw all every single tooth in their mouth before. After English, while sweating profusely, he told me he was going to go to the train tracks and asked if I wanted to tag along. I said no. In retrospect, one of my biggest regrets is not asking why he decided to drop ecstasy and play on the train tracks.
Senior year was really strange. A lot of people really got into raves and doing E. Maybe it was weird because I was one of the only people in school who never did any drugs or never drank, even though I think everybody thought I was a giant stoner because I had long, not well kept hair, and I mostly kept to myself.
Senior year was really strange. A lot of people really got into raves and doing E. Maybe it was weird because I was one of the only people in school who never did any drugs or never drank, even though I think everybody thought I was a giant stoner because I had long, not well kept hair, and I mostly kept to myself.
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During my freshman year of school there was a kid in my biology class who dropped out of the class after like a month because he kept ditching the class. We all knew it was because he was getting absolutely shitfaced in the bathroom and whenever he did come to the class, he was high as a fucking kite. Really shocking, considering this kid was in all of the brightest classes and a successful family.
Eventually he started selling that shit to all the other edgelord freshmen and stoners until one day someone snitched on him and the school called the police to search his locker. When he found out, he made a mad dash all over the school (which was a fucking giant school) stopping once to make out with his girlfriend during a cooking elective. They eventually cornered him in the commons area where they found out he had a fucking gun in his possession, causing everyone to go into mass hysteria and force everyone to wait in the lunchroom until they got everything sorted out and him in cuffs. I know because I was eating in the commons area at the time and was there when everything went down.
He also OD’d but survived. Keep in mind this was when he was a fucking freshman.
Eventually he started selling that shit to all the other edgelord freshmen and stoners until one day someone snitched on him and the school called the police to search his locker. When he found out, he made a mad dash all over the school (which was a fucking giant school) stopping once to make out with his girlfriend during a cooking elective. They eventually cornered him in the commons area where they found out he had a fucking gun in his possession, causing everyone to go into mass hysteria and force everyone to wait in the lunchroom until they got everything sorted out and him in cuffs. I know because I was eating in the commons area at the time and was there when everything went down.
He also OD’d but survived. Keep in mind this was when he was a fucking freshman.
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. During my senior year of high school, I was sorta obligated to always be with this junior who was an absolute pain to be around. She had an obsession with Jeffy from SuperMarioLogan's shitty videos and creepypasta.
. In high school, I ate lunch in the guidance office lobby due to not liking to sit in noisy rooms when I eat. I also did it because then I could go to the college preparation room to work on my homework after eating. Every time I was there, this was always this one kid who would only go on the computers to look up pictures of Naruto and Dragon Ball Z and waste the printer paper by printing them out.
+ in the college prep room, someone shoved a sandwich in the printer... why?
. I had to go to the psychology center for something, and on the way I saw this fucking 18-year-old throwing a tantrum in the Special Ed hall. Like legitimately kicking, screaming, and crying on the floor like a goddamn toddler. It was really awkward, and I can tell the "wranglers" knew I was looking, since they gave me the dirtiest look. I quickly put my earbuds and pretended to listen to music.
. In my first semester of college, I had the shittiest English class ever. The professor was always late, he was vague with due-dates, he always started arguments, and he'd stay on a topic for weeks on end when everybody already handed in their major essays on said topic. One hilarious incident was when he asked us what racial slurs we knew, and understandably, everybody was uncomfortable with giving examples (keep in mind this was in Long Island NY, liberal as hell). I was the only one who actually answered, which pissed off my classmates. This one girl, an African American, stood up from her seat and yelled at the professor for this lecture, and it was just this one big shitshow until class ended.
. In high school, I ate lunch in the guidance office lobby due to not liking to sit in noisy rooms when I eat. I also did it because then I could go to the college preparation room to work on my homework after eating. Every time I was there, this was always this one kid who would only go on the computers to look up pictures of Naruto and Dragon Ball Z and waste the printer paper by printing them out.
+ in the college prep room, someone shoved a sandwich in the printer... why?
. I had to go to the psychology center for something, and on the way I saw this fucking 18-year-old throwing a tantrum in the Special Ed hall. Like legitimately kicking, screaming, and crying on the floor like a goddamn toddler. It was really awkward, and I can tell the "wranglers" knew I was looking, since they gave me the dirtiest look. I quickly put my earbuds and pretended to listen to music.
. In my first semester of college, I had the shittiest English class ever. The professor was always late, he was vague with due-dates, he always started arguments, and he'd stay on a topic for weeks on end when everybody already handed in their major essays on said topic. One hilarious incident was when he asked us what racial slurs we knew, and understandably, everybody was uncomfortable with giving examples (keep in mind this was in Long Island NY, liberal as hell). I was the only one who actually answered, which pissed off my classmates. This one girl, an African American, stood up from her seat and yelled at the professor for this lecture, and it was just this one big shitshow until class ended.
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When I was in middle school some little shitbag pulled the fire alarm when (and dare I say it, because) it was -40 outside, and they made us stand outside for 15 minutes until they decided we could go to our backup location and crowd into a church down the street. This was made even worse because up until that little incident the school had an utterly exceptional rule against carrying coats around with you to class, so there was no way for anyone to be prepared for it.
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When I was a freshman there was a kid who figured out he could climb through the drop ceiling in the boys room and spy on the girls room through the ceiling tiles. One day he lost his balance and fell into the girls room. My friend said he heard several girls screaming and this kid came bolting through the door and ran right out of the school. Apparently he didn't get caught because he was back in school the next day like nothing ever happened.
After Columbine my school had a series of bomb threats. We were among the top five in the country for evacuations. I was at the time going to Vo-tech about 20 minutes away where I could earn my diploma and learn a trade at the same time. When the threats started happening they would send everyone home. The tech kids were also sent home as there would be no bus service later in the day. After about a dozen evacuations the school began locking down and not sending kids home. They actually sent a bus to pick up the Vo-tech kids and bring us back to the building that may have had a bomb in it so we could sit around while the police did a search. It was at this point we realized just how stupid the administration was and decided to just go home after getting off the bus. There were some tense words between us and the teachers but even they thought it was stupid. One kid got suspended for telling the vice principal to fuck off after she tried to make him go inside. They later claimed they found out who was making the threats and expelled one of my brothers classmates. The vice principal was later fired for covering up numerous threats made after the expulsion.
After Columbine my school had a series of bomb threats. We were among the top five in the country for evacuations. I was at the time going to Vo-tech about 20 minutes away where I could earn my diploma and learn a trade at the same time. When the threats started happening they would send everyone home. The tech kids were also sent home as there would be no bus service later in the day. After about a dozen evacuations the school began locking down and not sending kids home. They actually sent a bus to pick up the Vo-tech kids and bring us back to the building that may have had a bomb in it so we could sit around while the police did a search. It was at this point we realized just how stupid the administration was and decided to just go home after getting off the bus. There were some tense words between us and the teachers but even they thought it was stupid. One kid got suspended for telling the vice principal to fuck off after she tried to make him go inside. They later claimed they found out who was making the threats and expelled one of my brothers classmates. The vice principal was later fired for covering up numerous threats made after the expulsion.
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Oooh, fun. 
There was this guy in my high school who used to bully me pretty much every day for over a year. The teachers would do nothing about it. Then, one day, when my class was chilling after taking a test, I began to talk to the person next to me about Pokemon. Out of nowhere, my bully sneered, "Oh my God, no one gives a fuck about Pokemon, you stupid bitch." I told him to fuck off and mind his own business, and he responded, "Shut up, you fat whore. You've got no friends, you're a fucking loser. Go kill yourself." Without saying a word, I picked up the (very sharp) pencil I'd been using, walked over to my bully and stabbed him in the shoulder with it as hard as I could. He cried like a little bitch, and he never bothered me again after that. Good times.
There was this guy in my high school who used to bully me pretty much every day for over a year. The teachers would do nothing about it. Then, one day, when my class was chilling after taking a test, I began to talk to the person next to me about Pokemon. Out of nowhere, my bully sneered, "Oh my God, no one gives a fuck about Pokemon, you stupid bitch." I told him to fuck off and mind his own business, and he responded, "Shut up, you fat whore. You've got no friends, you're a fucking loser. Go kill yourself." Without saying a word, I picked up the (very sharp) pencil I'd been using, walked over to my bully and stabbed him in the shoulder with it as hard as I could. He cried like a little bitch, and he never bothered me again after that. Good times.
- Joined
- Nov 9, 2014
Not exactly a school story so much as a wonderful tail of post school karma. I used to get bullied a lot in high school, mostly because I was tall, skinny and not given to violence so I was an easy target. The main perpetrator was one of those people who could get away with ANYTHING, he had a way with words and two large an imposing friends who would back him up to teachers, whatever his excuse was. He made my life miserable. Fast forward fifteen years and I happened to find out the other day that he is now VERY skilled at what he does, which is being a nearly dead homeless heroin addict deadbeat dad with three kids by three ugly women.