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

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One day in highschool me and my buddy were walking through an alley across the street from the school going to get stoned. In front of us was a pair of older mexican stoners that were kind of trouble makers, and in front of them was this weird student I'll call Aryan. Aryan showed up to school every day with green khaki pants, and a black leather jacket and/or a trench coat. He had a buzz cut and he was known to be a "nazi."

On this particular day it was snowing and the ground was very icey in the alley. I guess the stoners shared a class with Aryan and they were reading a book that had something to do with the holocaust. One of the Mexican stoners kept running up to Aryan and shoving the book into his backpack. Aryan got pissed off about this and when the Mexican kid tried to do it again Aryan turned around and started swinging at him. It was absolutely hilarious watching them try to fight while they were both slipping constantly on the ice.
 
High School era not sure what grade I was in.

Fat Judy was known to be dumb and easy. And she shared way way too much.

One time it was morning break. Pile of us are out in the courtyard. I had just lit a cig. Fat Judy walkss over. Pulls a pill bottle out of her pocket. Pops a pill in her mouth and takes a swig of her diet dr pepper and swallows. Mentions how these pills dont seem to be working and are waxy.
I ask what she is taking. Don't know it. So she hands me the bottle. It was a supository.

Another time at some party some desperate guy got drunk enough to attempt to fuck Fat Judy. We were sitting at the table playing quarters. See Perry and Fat Judy head up the stairs. Hear a door shut. Maybe 5 minutes later at the most Perry runs out of the bedroom upstairs. Gagging and rushes down the stairs and out the back door.

Can hear him puking in the back yard. Gag then puke gag then puke. Plus if you listened closely could hear Fat Judy upstairs still in the bed room softly crying.

Next day Perry is telling someone about what happened. We had just assumed once she got out of her clothes she was just nasty and too fat for even Perry. That wasn't the case.

Seems they got up there and she had asked him to strip. He did and right after he dropped his boxers to the floor she started ripping loud smelly farts.

She couldn't stop. Said something about how she "always gets gassy before sex". And the smell was so bad he ran out so he didn't puke in the bed room.

But hey Fat Judy got a new nickname Gas & Go Judy.
 
I grew up in extreme poverty, and the town I grew up in was, and is today, “majority minority”, meaning that the school I went to had very few white students. Some of these white students lived in the one “nice neighborhood” in town and they all stuck together as well as pretty much occupied all the “prestige positions” in the school except in sportsball, of course, though they were represented there as well. The rest of us poor white kids had to group up just because there wasn’t any other group for us. On the one hand it was pretty cool because it was an automatic friend group but on the other hand it was pretty shitty because pretty much anyone in that group was absolutely hopeless. Out of the guys I knew, the only ones not dead or in prison are myself and my little brother, and I haven’t heard from my brother in years.

Anyway, because the school was “majority minority”, the office staff were all POC. From the principal on down to the secretary. My assistant principal, we’ll call him Mr A., puts the lie to the claim that “black people cant be racist” because he LOVED fucking with our little group of poor white trash. He never fucked with the rich whites, because their parents were on the School Board, were big in the Sports Booster groups, worked in management at the one big business in town, or whatever. He kissed their asses, but he made a point of fucking with our little group every chance he got and letting us know exactly why and there really wasn’t anything I or anyone else could do about it.

One day one of my friends came up to me and said that Mr A had told him that the School District was opening a “new school” and that anyone in our group who wanted to could transfer over to it and graduate early so they wouldn’t have to go to school anymore. More than one of my friends fell for it, talked their parents into it or just forged the paperwork. The school was a disciplinary alternative school the District had just opened up. Of course, they all dropped out within days of attending that school.

That decimated our little group, not many of us left, and resulted in me being the de facto “leader” because I was one of the older guys in the group and was big enough to be able to fight and win when it came down to it. I remember sitting on the floor in the Commons one day with a few of my friends when Mr. A walked up and started laughing at me, telling me how he knew it must be really lonely for me now that all my friends had left school and that I should just drop out and join them since I was old enough to do so. I didn’t know what to say to him so I said nothing but it was really fucked up.

So my brother was a year below me in school, and was kinda undiagnosed on the spectrum. Really awkward and gullible. I tried to look after him but I’d left home the year before and was couchsurfing at friends houses so I didn’t get to see him too much except at school since my parents kept a tight leash on him lest he leave home like I did. Anyway, some guys I knew talked him into participating in a “prank” which was really just them jumping some guy that had fucked one of their girlfriends and one of the guys had a knife. Zero Tolerance, all of them got expelled. My mom went by my work and berated me for it being my fault because the other guys involved were older kids who I knew and basically told me I was disowned because I had gotten my brother kicked out of school. Later on, I heard that she’d tried to get him back in after a semester off but Mr A. held firm and said that the only way he was attending school in the District again was the Alternative School and everyone knew my little brother wouldn’t make it in there. My mom begged Mr A, but no dice.

So one day, a few weeks after all of this, Mr A. walks up to me sitting in the Commons again. This time I really am feeling lonely, because there really isn’t anyone from my group left but me, plus my mom had been guilting me every chance she got about how it was my fault my brother got kicked out and how they couldn’t get my brother into the local church school because they didn’t have the money for it and he’d get his ass kicked at Alternative School and whatnot. Anyway, Mr. A. walks up to me and tells me that he’s tired of my mom calling him crying and that he’s ready to let my brother come back to school after his suspension is up. One condition, I have to drop out. He let me know I was old enough to do so legally, and he said it would be as easy as putting my books on his desk and walking out the front door. He said all I had to do was put my books on his desk and walk out and not only would he let my brother back in after his suspension but he’d let my brother go to Summer School to make up the semester he’d lost so he could graduate on time. All I had to was drop out, so I did.

It took a while for me to figure out that it was all a bluff. The School District couldn’t force my brother into the Alternative School after only one incident and couldn’t deny him an education either. Even the Summer School thing was bullshit because anyone would have gotten that if they’d missed a semester. So Mr. A. faked me out, and got me to drop out, so he won.

I went to the local Jr College and got my GED, then got a job as a contractor at the big industry in town. Worked there for a couple years until I heard on the news that the Military had lowered recruiting standards and were now taking dropouts with GEDs so I enlisted. Within those 2 years my brother shaped up, did the Summer School thing, came back that next school year all caught up, graduated on-time, and after a year at the Jr College got accepted to the big State Univeristy and moved there. He ended up graduating from there and getting a job in Big Tech.

After I’d enlisted, but before I’d shipped out, I was in a grocery store and ran into Mr. A. Although he worked in our town he didn’t live there so running into him was quite the coincidence. Anyway, I’d been dreaming of running into him and beating the everloving shit out of him and I could have done it too. He was fat and slow and I had a foot of height and plenty of reach on him. It would have been so easy. The thing is that he had his daughter with him. I walked up on him and he acted all scared, his daughter started freaking out and I felt bad for her having to watch her Dad get beat down in the produce section plus I knew going to jail for assault would screw up my enlistment so I let him slide. I will say that although I didn’t beat his ass it did feel very satisfying watching him cower in fear when I walked up on him though I felt bad for his daughter. I have NO idea how he could have possibly explained that whole thing to her, who I was, why, whatnot.

So that’s the story of my high school career. Most of the guys I knew died, a couple in drunk driving accidents, most due to overdose. The rest ended up in prison for dope or stealing. My brother ended up getting that job in Tech, getting married to the first girl that let him touch her, having a kid with her, then getting left by her for some butch lesbian she met at a strip club. He went full-retard MGTOW after that and disowned everyone in the family including me and no one has heard from him in years.

As far as me, I did a few years in the Service, got out, got married, had a couple kids, with a lot of bullshit inbetween those events. Mr. A. stayed with the School District, I’d hear about him occasionally, though I never ran into him again. When my oldest kid came of school age I was worried about sending him to school because last I’d heard Mr A was a District bigwig but found out he’d retired the year before so all good there. Then when my kid wanted to go out for sports I worried a little bit because I knew he was a volunteer on those leagues but found out he died of COVID so all good there. The End.
 
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Middle school, eighth grade. Took a math class with this fat black kid named David. While he didn’t have any particular freak outs, I had a feeling the teacher couldn’t stand him and deliberately took the piss out of him whenever something set off. When he wanted to answer a question (which wasn’t often, thankfully), this nigga huffed and puffed really loudly, with his hand straight up in the air, looking like he was about to take a shit. Scared the hell out of me.
 
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I posted about this crazy fucker in 7th grade named Eddie on page 92, but remembered some more stories about him.

He had a catchphrase. No idea if he heard it somewhere or made it up himself. Every now and then he'd just be walking down the hall or be in the lunchroom and yell "ME KOREA! EAT BIG AMERICAN PIZZA!" in his best Asian accent. Dumb as shit, but bizarre enough to remember more than 20 years later.

Somehow it became a school-wide rumor in 8th grade that Eddie loved bratwurst. Like obsessively. Ate it for every meal, had a fully stocked fridge of it, brought it in his lunchbox, everything. Eddie loving bratwurst became a huge meme for a long time. The popular kids knew. Kids in other grades knew. Teachers knew.

Truth is, I'm not sure Eddie had ever eaten bratwurst in his life. Nobody ever saw him with it. He'd never talked about it. The whole thing was completely bizarre and apparently came from absolutely nowhere. And it wasn't sexual or a dick joke. It was just that spergy Eddie loved eating brats.

Years later in one of the yearbooks, there was a section where students shared their embarrassing shool memories, and sure enough, there was Eddie's: "That time everyone thought I liked bratwurst."

Crazy thing is, Eddie seems to have vanished completely from the earth. Nobody knows where he is or what he's up to. He was always something of a child computer genius so I figured maybe he'd start some tech company or be a bitcoin millionaire or something, but he's just gone and nobody knows where. I've heard he lived at home until he almost burned the house down with a PC he was building so his mom booted him out in his 20s, and that he's big into anime, and lolicon at that. Never leaving whatever basement he's ended up in.

Or maybe he found his way to Korea with a lifetime supply of bratwurst and pizza.
 
OK I was just reminded of this story just now for some random reason, but there was this kid named Micheal who was into rap music in middle school. Now keep in mind this was a school with only one black kid and for all intents and purposes everyone in this story is white. Now this other kid would go up to him randomly a lot and say, "what up gangsta Mike".

Now micheal was kind of on the quiet side who keeps to himself, but apparently this kid riled him up so frequently he actually decided to fight this kid and the teachers didn't complain. They just sort of saw this coming eventually.
 
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He had a catchphrase. No idea if he heard it somewhere or made it up himself. Every now and then he'd just be walking down the hall or be in the lunchroom and yell "ME KOREA! EAT BIG AMERICAN PIZZA!" in his best Asian accent.
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Did he look like this?
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First time I ever said nigger in public was when a light skinned kid was messing with me and I just screamed at him. The teacher got involved and I was crying since it was the first time I ever did that and felt terrible. Nowadays I got over it and say it on the regular because despite me being a fucktard, at least I ain't a NIGGER.
 
When I was in primary and middle school, I had that one classmate. My family was friends with his because they were our neighbours. He was an underdeveloped dwarf with childish facial features who had a girlish very high-pitched voice at the age of 16 because of lack of testosterone. Looks like he has oligophrenia, fragile X-syndrome or other developmental issues that made him don't go through his puberty and stay like how he looked in 4th grade for the rest of his life, but despite of it, he was put in a class with normal kids (my hometown didn't have any special needs schools). He only learned how to properly read in third grade and was obsessed with cars and trucks. Also he was very hypersexual, masochistic and had other twisted fetishes like age degradation stuff which he was proud to show in public. I heard that mentally retarded people are more likely to be sex offenders or develop paraphilias because they don't understand how their sex hormones work and their caretakers don't tell them much about or some shit. This deviant is the prime example of this rule.

He was mildly retarded and had the mind of a 10-years old child who just discovered how babies are made. He absolutely didn't have words filter: talked about his dick alot, grabbed girls' tits and asses, tried to follow one to her home and rape her but teachers just pretended that they do not care because of his tardness. Teachers spoiled him with good grades despite him not understanding anything in school program and treated him like a baby because of his mental disability and it made him think that he could do anything in this school.
He acted like a wild animal sometimes, had autistic rage and tears in public, stalked girls and made animal sounds because he was thinking that it will attract his potential mate. He was also afraid of injections: every autumn when kids get their planned flu vaccinations, it always resulted in his crying outburst.

One time, when our class went to a picnic in the taiga forest near my town, a group of girls turned to the bushes to do their needs. Of course this retard wanted to see girls peeing and followed them, but got lost. Nobody noticed that he went missing and returned back to school, but the tard somehow managed to find a way to a nearby village. To our surprise, wild fauna didn't come to his screeching to maul him and feast on his underdeveloped corpse.

I don't know where this deviant is now, probably, he will either troon out or end up in prison or in mental facility. And I don't think he will ever change for better or even become a proper member of human society.
 
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Other stories from school I've witnessed not related to that dwarf tard:

I spent my primary and middle-school years in a shitty school located in a "ghetto" district full of gypsies, immigrants and other people of color (and the sneakers were hanging from the wires, like next to your every stereotypical ghetto school), so the kids here were exposed to drugs and other "gangster" shit. The kids there were from pretty much different backgrounds: we had a group of daughters of rich parents who called themselves "The Elite" which basically tried to control every aspect of students' stuff inside of school: from inside drama to managing parties.

When we were in grade 8, my two classmates had their first sex, and the girl decided to leak her boyfriend's dick picture to her every friend. Eventually, someone spammed this picture in the school group chat and the police got involved.

The school principal was the shittiest I've ever seen. There was a drama which got it to the news when a primary school teacher had beaten up an autistic child and of course the principal blamed it on the tard and his parents.

A fucking gypsie terrorist mafia was liquidated near my school by a fucking military. The whole district was evacuated and everyone got scared as hell. Their house got burned down in process. There was a rumour that they tried to blow up the school and other conspiracy stuff because why was the military involved in such a stupid conflict?

One rich rapper boy a year younger than me got it to the central TV. After that he didn't succeed to make a music career and what he did during the rest of his school years was selling drugs in the boys' restroom.

I was in the same class with fucking retards who were thinking that they are "gangsters". They were smoking, chewing snus (the thing that was popular in Eastern Europe, basically chewing still tobacco with a mix of weed) and listening to shitty rap from their JBL speakers during lessons.

One retard shat on the floor in the changing room and everyone got sent home (most likely drugged himself to that point or was just a tard doing tard things). We haven't seen that guy anymore from that day.

The drug problem in my school became such a serious thing that cops came to investigate. Found bags of cocaine hidden in the school toilet.

After middle school, I was accepted to high school for gifted kids where you can study after you pass their very hard exams. It was pretty chill here because wannabe gangsters and retards just weren't there. And, for my surprise, there were no rich spoiled kids, at least in my class.

There was that one autist who was obsessed with communism and Joseph Stalin. He was fat, always wore a military jacked, had an ugly mullet-hairstyle and a very bad smell. He liked to scream communist anthems in the cafeteria, run around the tables like a monkey and argue with other students about politics. Not to mention that he bullied me because I have 'tism and other neurological issues. Probably he was thinking that only one autist should exist in this school. One time he got beaten and came to school with swollen face and a bruise under his eye.
 
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I remember back in sophomore year of highschool some guy was arguing with who I presume was his girlfriend via cellphone as I'm skipping class and wandering the hall.
I just remember him screaming
"Hang up on me you whore and you'll find out real quick why they call me Nigger Lip Jim!"

To this day I still don't know what Nigger Lip Jim means.
 
I went to school for a little bit with someone who would later be on My 600 lbs Life. They were a friend of a friend. They were also an asshole so I didn't like them, but in retrospect who wouldn't be in those circumstances?

During field day in the 3rd grade, I wrote the Korn logo on the blacktop and I thought I was so fucking cool because I liked teenager stuff like MTV. But we all did so it wasn't that special.
 
Could also go in deathfat stories thread.

Was this deathfat I went to school with from 3rd grade till end of high school. Susan had to be over 400 by 9th grade.
She was in PE class with me that year.Never changed into gym cloths. Sat on the bleachers and ate every day. ANd bitch got a 100. Asked why "She had a note from her doctor saying any PE would stress her heart too much." Yea cause being 5 foot tall and 400lbs isn't stressing it.

Senior year ended up with Susan in a class. Tiny class was maybe 20 of us in it. Was in a former storage room. So the door wasn't the normal wide classroom door.

Was early in the school day. I was more than likely high as shit. I lean forward and tell my buddy in front of me "Bet ya Susan has to turn sideways to get through the door" He says sure and we bet. Planning on staying in our desks when the bell rings and watching her walk out.

I ended up falling asleep. Wake up with the intercom comes on "Susan Rosie Palmer come to the office for a check out" Yep her name was Rosie Palmer.

She grunts wiggles a pile to get out of the desk. And waddles to the door. I nudge my buddy and nod towards teh door.

Susan opens the door. Turns sideways and side steps through the door. The turns facing forwards and heads out.

I fell out of my desk laughing. Rolling on the floor dying and hurting from laughing so much.

All my buddy could do was mutter "That is one big bitch" and laugh.

last I heard Susan lost a leg and is down to 290lbs.
 
How about teachers being fucking spergs? My mom was a teacher when I was growing up, so I know a lot of weird stories about the staff from my school.

  • One time a middle school math teacher caught a weeb reading porn/smut on the computer in her room. The teacher did nothing about it (like the kid didn't get disciplined at all) but she did tell ALL of the other teachers in the building, making her look like a freak and not the kid. Like yeah, horny pubertous nonsense is normal but you're the adult in the situation, do your job?
  • A teacher got all up in arms about a holocaust book in the school library because it had nudity - the gore was fine, but the emaciated, 1in jewpeen was where the line should be drawn.
  • A home ec teacher walked into class to see someone had drawn a vagina (poorly) on the whiteboard in her class. She left the room in hysterics and quit.
    • Unrelated but this same teacher was convinced by a student that he had amnesia and couldn't speak for a month. That was funny.
  • One of the special ed kids used to grope girls in the hallways in high school and his "aid" wouldn't do anything about it. She married that kid when he graduated and she didn't get fired, no one did anything. Makes me wanna fucking vomit.
  • A gym teacher accidentally ripped a guy's shorts off during a game of volleyball and then pissed himself - was it a fear response? He was like 45 years old.
  • There was one teacher whose wife had cancer and he started drinking during the day. He only got in trouble when he started keeping his liquor on the radiator in the room (to keep it warm?) because it made the whole hallway smell bad.
  • We had one teacher that gave every single student a B+ no matter what. This theory was tested in my grade several times. The first time was when we all turned in the same lab report (so like same numbers for all the results). The second time someone turned in a comic book instead of their lab and still got a B+. The third and fourth times were just groups of students not turning in anything and still getting a B+. This teacher was let go after the school found out he was selling weed on school grounds.
I have two favorite stories of things that happened to me, though.

The first one, a new kid liked my shirt. They were in behind me in the lunch line. They proceeded to slam their head into the wall next to me. When I turned to look, they said "I like your shirt." Very cringe.

The second story is when I stopped doing homework for one of my classes, my teacher went and told my mom on me like a little bitch. She laughed at him and said "Xxxxxxxxx is a teenager. You tell them. You're the teacher." and he sperged out and stormed off. He, apparently, was too afraid to talk to me about it, though, so he never did anything about it.
 
I was reminded of a kid that I had in an English class in high school. You could tell that he had a touch of the tard, but half of the classes that he took were normal classes. He would sit with the other SPED kids in the cafeteria and gymnasium. He was the smallest guy in the class, and smelt like he only showered every other week. The worst part was that every single day, for 18 school weeks, he farted. Audibly. And he only missed one day of school that entire time. I don’t know if he did it for all of his classes. But he did for that one. Most of the kids tried to ignore it the first couple of times. The teacher called him out on it a few times, but he insisted that he couldn’t hold it. And according to the kids that unfortunately had to sit next to him, they stank. I was so relieved to get out of that class. We also had “most likely to be a school shooter” in that class. He stormed out of it one day because we weren’t reading a loud, “The Scarlet Letter” the way that it was meant to be. I’m rather sure that he had started to write down how he would perform a school shooting.


I didn’t have this teacher in particular for a class, but there was a teacher in her late 20’s with hippie vibes, who was an art teacher. She was VERY popular with the kids. I didn’t get the appeal. I figured that maybe she had been fooling around with some of the kids. One day, towards the end of the school year, after she’s been teaching there for a couple of years, I’m on my way to leave the high school. I was one of the last kids in the hallway. I pass by her class, and she’s standing outside of it with two local police officers. I didn’t really hear any eavesdropping. They hushed their voices when they saw me walking up. The next day, the kids start talking in school that she was arrested for dealing Xanax to all of the kids who would hang out in her classroom all day.
 
Short incident but I was in middle school with my trumpet when I needed to fix something on it I had gorilla glue. One of my fingers got stuck on the trumpet and I didn't tell anyone even when the event was over. After that when I had to leave I just pulled my finger real hard and some skin came off.
 
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