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

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There was a kid in my high school we called "Creepy (Insert name here)". I'm a fucking gullible loser so once I had the most casual conversation with him and barely spoke more than two sentences.

For the rest of my high school career he borderline stalked me including hunting my down every morning (I eventually had to hide in different hallways/classrooms before the bell every day) and multiple times he tried to follow me into the girl's bathroom before my friends and I got sick of it so we'd lock him out in the hall each time we entered.
 
There was one time in middle school when I decided to either put on a shit-ton of sunscreen (the kind that's blue, don't remember the brand) or a bunch of body spray in the morning because I don't know. Might've been a combination of both far as I know, it was still hot enough outside to warrant sunscreen. This might've also been because I would see my classmates putting on make-up and spraying stuff on themselves in between classes and there was a brief time when I wanted to try to be like them, but lo and behold, perfume and sunscreen don't mix well. So I'm sitting in first/second hour literature when one of the girls complained out loud that something stunk real bad. And I had a feeling she was talking about me since that sunscreen did have kind of a funk to it.

I was going to say something, but then the class clown spoke up and said something along the lines of "Lawl that's me, sorry". And I have no idea if he really meant that, or it was because he was an attention whore. But he got the brunt of the "Uuuggggh that's gross!" comments, and I didn't say anything. Now of course, this was also around the same time the boys were using shit like Axe body spray, so it could've been him for all I know. But it stuck with me so much that for years, I refused to use body spray (the lotion was fine, however). Though by the time I started using it again, I think the one I had already expired or something for being unused, if body sprays even expire.
 
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In Midde School Social Studies, our teacher liked to play music for the first few minutes of class, and if you paid attention, the songs chosen would give you an idea on what we would do for the period. Most of the songs were kind of forgettable, but whenever we had a Pop Quiz, he always played https://youtube.com/watch?v=59AF-XkRL4g It seemed to tell him who was studying and who wasn’t. It was hilarious watching the kids who didn’t break out their textbooks and flip through pages to find what we were currently studying.
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Heh, reminds me of my Chem teacher in high school. This was his go-to for the day before a quiz/test:

And the day of:

My history teacher (From the coked-out douchebag story) would play music before class too, but it was generally 90s alt rock.
 
Had a random stranger approach me and talk to me about anime for an hour. Still don't know his name. He apparently approached me because I seemed cool because I had slipped off my flip flops. College is weird.
 
As with my previous stories, my high school had some special-ed program. I was in gen-ed(aka: normal stuff) and I knew a few special ed students that I was cool with, despite their :autism: but they were high functioning. There was this girl named "Shelly"(Not her real name for obvious reasons). Shelly was a relatively high functioning :autism: with a noticable nervous streak. But, she was nice girl, if a bit aloof. To get to and from school, she shares this cab(not sure how they got a dedicated one for that purpose) with another sped named "Leonard"(Again, Placeholder name). Leonard, at first glance, looks and babbles like one of those tards from those greentext stories on 4/8chan, Low functioning and some other mental deficiency I saw but can't identify. He was also schizophrenic, which will come into this next part.

I was outside at a bus pickup, waiting for my ride so I can go home and fuck around in Halo Reach(good times). As I was waiting, I heard screaming and crying. There I saw Shelly, in tears, being escorted by one of the teachers. The next day, asking around, I found out from "Nate"(You know the drill), one of those Spec Ed students I was cool with and Shelly's boyfriend, that Leonard had attacked her badly in the cab that she had to be taken home and was absent for the next two days to recover. After that, Shelly's parents demanded that Leonard be removed. After a few times where school was stubborn about the issue, Shelly's parents threatened a lawsuit. With that threat, the school caved and kicked Leonard out. Later on, after I graduated, they sent all of the tards and speds to another place.
 
A few antics of my good buddy:

  • Dared me in seventh grade to print out pictures of Tubgirl and Goatse and pass them anonymously to the front of the bus. Got caught, but he took the fall because he's a real motherfucker. One week of in-school suspension.
  • Picked up the pay phone in the lobby freshman year and dialed 911 as a joke. Of course it connected and he immediately hung up. Cops, ambulance, and firetruck show up to the school, panicked over a 911 hangup. They got him on camera, and led him out of the school in cuffs. One week suspension, but he avoided criminal charges.
  • I wasn't there, but he made a flamethrower junior year by cranking the Bunsen burner up to full blast and holding a lit book of matches in front of it during chem lab. Fire alarm, the whole nine yards. Another week suspension, and they wanted to hang him up on criminal mischief charges, but nothing came of it.
  • These were just the big incidents, he and the rest of our clique were getting into shenanigans on a daily basis. And don't get me started on our weekend and summer escapades.
What's weird is that he's now a probation officer, despite being such a troublemaker as a kid. Life is weird sometimes.
 
There was this extremely odd kid that rode the bus with me. One day as I got on the bus she was dancing in her seat singing "vagina, vagina, vaginuhhh..."
 
Back in high school I hung out with some real /b/tards. We were weird as fuck, but most people put up with it. That being said, we were pretty racist, sexist, and obsessed with hentai.

There was this really cute Taiwanese exchange student in one of my classes. Short, thin, very pretty and had the typicall Asian girl haircut. We sat next to each other every day in English. I actually kinda started to like her after a while. She had this Bronyfag host brother in the grade below us and we all hated the fuck out of him for spamming his shitty webcomics and amateur r34 on Facebook (this guy might deserve a thread actually). Anyway, one day I made a joke about him to her and she started railing into him talking about the creepy shit he does at home and how his own family hated him. From then I felt love.

I confessed to my /b/tard friends that I had a crush on the Taiwanese girl. This was a horrible mistake.

A day later, I was in study hall, reading a book or something probably, when she approached me. She thanked me the letter I sent her and said if I wanted to be her boyfriend I just needed to ask. I went red as fuck (I also had a gf from another school).

"What letter...?"

She gave me a folded up little note and said "you didn't write this?"

I took it and I read it.

My friend had written it and slid into her locker. It was the most racist thing I've ever seen in my life. It was a letter, supposedly written by me, in horrible shitty broken English. It talked about how I'd like to take her on a date to eat dogs and cats, alluded to tentacle rape, and at one point asked "is Godzilla real?". At the bottom there was a picture of us holding hands, and of course she had super squinted eyes and buck teeth.

Why she didn't take this to the office I don't know. But I was appalled. I told her no, that I didn't write the note, and she politely accepted. Looking back, she was way better than my old GF. Now she's married to this super rich Ukrainian guy.
 
Back when I first joined my old school, there were a ton of rumors floating around. The most frequently heard one was about a guy referred to by the entire school as — wait for it — the Poo Bandit. Nobody knew his true identity, hence the nom de guerre we collectively bestowed on him, but what we did know is that he would shit in prominent locations around the school. Then, like some faeces-obsessed version of the Zodiac Killer, he would leave behind a little note which simply read:

"The Poo Bandit strikes again!"

The rumors died down after my first year, and I assumed it was just another school urban legend, like the teacher who was fired after masturbating in an art classroom and being permanently drunk. A few years later, however, we were talking about the Bandit when our form tutor for that year revealed that not only was he real, he'd been dragged in front of the relevant authorities to be penalized for his actions. The kicker? He was let off, after claiming that "The voices in his head made him do it" As far as I know, he never tried something like that again.

The year after that happened, the school decided to put on a big student talent show a few weeks before the winter holidays. Highlights(?) included some rather bad flute playing and one of my mates attempting escapology after being tied to a chair; unfortunately, it was a complete bust and he was left with virtually the entire school jeering him as he tried and failed to wiggle his way out. The most notable thing about the event was its host, a maths teacher who fancied himself a comedian. He'd entered a contest hosted by a well-known UK employment agency to find a comedy skit for their next ad on TV. As such, he kept urging us to vote for him in the contest, with his requests taking the form of truly awful puns. Either he was holding his best jokes back, or the employment agency had absolutely no taste whatsoever, because he somehow managed to win the damned thing and 'graced' our TV screens all through the holidays. When we got back to school in the spring, however, there was no sign of him. Had he used his newfound wealth and fame to find a better job?

...Not quite.

The truth revealed itself in bits and pieces over the months that followed. It turned out that before joining our school, he had taught at another school in the South West. While there, he'd groomed a number of teenage girls, eventually having a sexual relationship with them. For obvious reasons, he hadn't disclosed this when he started teaching at our school, something which turned out to be his undoing. In a twist worthy of a Greek tragedy, one of his victims was watching TV when his ad — the very same ad he'd urged us all to vote for — came on. She recognized him in it, and promptly called the police. He was arrested, charged, and eventually sentenced to four years in prison. Karma, it turns out, is a bitch.
 
So there was this one rather err... unfortunate family in my town. All ginger as they come and dirt poor. Single mother with an almost constant case of scabies/ringworm/facial psoriasis and a speech impediment. All four of her low IQ, lice-infested, lost-and-found-clothes-stealing sprogs went to the same school as I did.

They were the 'nit kids' and one of them was in my class throughout elementary/primary school. We'll call her 'Ginge' from now on.

My best friend's mother had taken a position at the school working as admin/school secretary when we were around 8 years old. They were busy getting the reception area for a parents day function. It was nearing the end of the school day - in the window of time before parents started to filter through the double doors, through the reception and into the large auditorium to sit down with their child's teacher.

10 minutes to go and the receptionists are sweaty snappy messes, they're pressed for time and the janitor/caretaker is off sick so they have less hands on deck.

In galumphs Ginge from the yard - through the double doors with a creepy dopey smile, lips pursed together in a crushing and desperate display of 'please like me - won't somebody please like me'.

Actually she looks like she's constipated. She just stands on the mat between the double doors, ever-present smile not budging. Eye contact is 20/20, she's locked eyes with my best friends Mother. Silent, nothing but that freakish grin on her face.

Oh.
I was right.
Ginge then took it upon herself to shit herself. Big, nasty dogturd of a thing on the floor. She left her underwear and silently went on her way.

"NO WAY! WHERE'S JOHN?"
"He's off sick..."
Heaving ensues as my best friend's mother is tasked with cleaning it up. Parents are already finding a space to park by now. I'm embarassed, they're embarassed and disgusted.

Ginge? Ginge had absolutely no shame whatsoever. Eight year old me was baffled.

2 minutes to go.

(I have a tonne of these, all true - there were some right mongs in mainstream schooling when I was a kid)
 
Back in middle school, there was a math teacher named Mr. Kirby who apparently was bipolar. He would have violently angry outbursts at students and would actually throw things at them, though of course the administration couldn't give two shits. There was an actual dent in his classroom's whiteboard from when he lobbed a textbook at someone. A few of my friends came out of that class in tears and I was always terrified I'd wind up in his class at some point. I planned to go straight to the counselor for a class change in that case. I'm very slow at math and was afraid he'd be hostile towards me. Thankfully I never had to take his class. Looking back it's pretty fucked up that I was so afraid for my personal safety in regards to a teacher.
Initially I was afraid of the history teacher, Mr. Decker, and was worried about his class. He was apparently an old-school no-nonsence hardass who assigned writing sentences as punishment. And he was built like Tor Johnson. That dude ended up being one of my favorite teachers. He was absolutly a hard as nails war veteran that would roast the shit out of you, and nearly everyone loved him. Good teacher in my opinion, never unreasonably harsh. Hilariously, people who went up to him when he was on his computer sometimes caught a glimpse of him playing Battlefront.
The threat of sentences was real though. Standard punishment was to handwrite a sentence 100 times, every sentence numbered, name and date on top. Fuck up and that shit was getting doubled. Legend has it that he once assigned someone 10,000 lines.
He must have actually mellowed out over the years because my uncle had him when he was a middle schooler and made him sound like full-on R. Lee Ermey. People feared this man back then.
He was awesome.
 
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Once there was this kid I would constantly fuck with. I had no real reason for it, and I didn't even dislike him. I just liked fucking with him, making fun of his face, and his personality, and everything else about him.

He kept telling me if I kept doing it he'd kick my ass, and then I made fun of that, too.

This literally went on for like two years.

And finally, one day, he was like this is over, man. You either shut up or you're going to get your ass kicked right now.

And then I delivered another burn.

And then he delivered a punch to my face that knocked me on my ass.

Not being of the snitching nature, when the teacher showed up I was like I fell. And we were friends after that.
 
Cokeisbetterthenpepsi said:
So like in the 9th grade, there was this kid in my art class. I'm gonna call them Sans Tard (or S.T for short) you'll see why later in the story. ST was a strange, strange girl. Now, since this was back in like 2015, it was when undertale first came out. ST was somewhat tolerable before it came out, they just kinda slept during class, and doing other tard shit. NOW WHEN UNDERTALE CAME OUT, IT FUCKING CHANGED EVERYTHING. One day, i'm just sitting in my art class, drawing furry shit probably, and ST comes up right behind me. She whispers into my ear with a weird and uncomfortable sexual tension. "Hey, h-have you heard about undertale" Now i was just sitting there, minding my own damn business and i had no clue on what an "undertale" was. "No ST, I don't know what that is. I'm working can you please leave me alone" "YEAH BUT ITS REALLY GOOD IT HAS MONSTERS IN IT AND STUFF ITS SUPER GOOD I SWEAR" I sigh, and tell her i'll check it out when i get home. I do and i don't really care for it. Go in the next day. "HEY DID YOU CHECK OUT UNDERTALE" "yeah it was okay i guess"
For the next couple of weeks they sperg about undertale. The worst part is, they didn't stfu about sans undertale, the skeleton man. They drew him in class all the time. Hell, they even made an oc based off him. (btw their art was SHIIIIIIT)
they're like this for the rest of the year, it was awful. Unrelated but they tried to steal my sketchbook on many occasions.)

FASTFORWARD 2 YEARS TO 11TH GRADE

they're in my art class. Again. On the first day, i see em walk into class, stand in the middle of the room. and stick their hands down their pants and do a clit rub. Complain to the guidance office about this, and like a month later, i dont see em in class. After the bell rings, my teacher says "ST won't be in our class anymore, they're getting homeschooled now"
godspeed ST, godspeed.
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Undertale attracted a lot of fun people when I was in school. Cosplayers and tumblr kids, specifically. I had played it and loved it but never drew or wrote anything regarding it. I don't think I even spoke much about it. It was the weird kids that cosplayed in class or drew fucky fanart that made me embarrassed to like it and helped keep my trap shut.

I'm secondhand traumatized by that clit rub, like -- WHY?
Did she do any other weirdly sexual stuff like that in school? Or was it just that once?
 
pomona said:
Undertale attracted a lot of fun people when I was in school. Cosplayers and tumblr kids, specifically. I had played it and loved it but never drew or wrote anything regarding it. I don't think I even spoke much about it. It was the weird kids that cosplayed in class or drew fucky fanart that made me embarrassed to like it and helped keep my trap shut.

I'm secondhand traumatized by that clit rub, like -- WHY?
Did she do any other weirdly sexual stuff like that in school? Or was it just that once?
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according to my friend who had her in a class in the year i didn't have her, she'd always do clit rubs in class and have weirdly sexual drawings out. Never asked what those drawings were, too scared to ask. Also she apparently had a DA but we never found the name of it *sigh*
 
Cokeisbetterthenpepsi said:
according to my friend who had her in a class in the year i didn't have her, she'd always do clit rubs in class and have weirdly sexual drawings out. Never asked what those drawings were, too scared to ask. Also she apparently had a DA but we never found the name of it *sigh*
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So like ... People just accepted her weird clit rubs? She was excused from this because of her presumed learning disability, yes?
If she's at a level where acting out sexually in class was okay to her, I think she should have been in the special needs class.
 
pomona said:
So like ... People just accepted her weird clit rubs? She was excused from this because of her presumed learning disability, yes?
If she's at a level where acting out sexually in class was okay to her, I think she should have been in the special needs class.
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Who knows man, i think my friend only noticed that they did this because they sat like. right next to em. and i don't think they were at that level to where they needed to be in the special needs class ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
 
Back in High School there was this special needs boy who suffered from being fucking fat and having an Elmer Fudd voice. He and I shared the same theater class.

He had behavioral issues to the point where (according to my dad who went to pick me up one time) he would go up to people who were in the middle of a conversation, interrupt them, and when they didn't immediately stop to talk to him, he flipped his shit and yelled something about how his mom said he could do whatever he wanted and he demanded they pay attention to him.

For whatever reason, he kept telling me he wanted to help me because my teachers and tutors didn't understand me and apparently only he did. One day, during his spiel, he mentioned my 'tism and, me being self conscious and not liking other people knowing about it, pushed him and told him not to say that shit out loud.

He screamed that I assaulted him and shouted for security. This was a dude who was probably like twice my size and he called security on me for pushing him a little.

We were both sent to one of the classrooms, we both gave our side of the story, and were both let off with a warning.

One night, the theater class was supposed to perform monologues in costumes in front of our parents. Fatty was going to do a monologue from Peter Pan and was dressed up as him.

Now, he didn't have to memorize his lines, he had pieces of paper taped onto his costume so he can perform and read his lines at the same time. Nobody really cared, that's just how things went for certain people.

When it was his turn to go on stage however, he didn't show up. Everyone was confused as to where he went to. I found out later from my folks that his mom took him home instead of letting him perform. They said that she herself was a real piece of work as well based on their conversation with her prior to the performances.
 
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