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

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I've gotten lots of balls to the face but I wasn't as lucky as you! Thankfully I've not had any breaks but I'm no stranger to nosebleeds. My 5th grade P.E teacher was a fucking asshole who would ignore you if you didn't address him properly, and I was terrified of him, so it took nearly five minutes of me standing right next to him before someone else had to get his attention for me. By then I was so bloody I looked like a crime scene, and he still didn't give a shit when he let me go to the office.
That happened to me again in high school, with another asshole teacher, and just my luck the locker room was locked so I couldn't go clean up. I had to wander through the hallway looking like a serial killer and be intercepted by a panicky office staff member who seemed convinced I was about to drop dead on the spot. I'm so glad I didn't have one of my nastier nosebleeds because she was about to call 911 if it didn't stop in ten minutes.

I remember once I was playing dodgeball and just on some asshole impulse, instead of throwing it at my friend's midsection, I just hauled off and threw it directly at his face as hard as I could. It hit with a sickening thud and he fell backwards. When he got up he had a facial expression that told me I was about to get my ass kicked so I ran away and avoided him for like a week until he forgave me. I wasn't even mad at him or anything, I just thought it would be funny to do but took it way too far.
 
I remember once I was playing dodgeball and just on some asshole impulse, instead of throwing it at my friend's midsection, I just hauled off and threw it directly at his face as hard as I could. It hit with a sickening thud and he fell backwards. When he got up he had a facial expression that told me I was about to get my ass kicked so I ran away and avoided him for like a week until he forgave me. I wasn't even mad at him or anything, I just thought it would be funny to do but took it way too far.
Oh damn that reminds me, one time in high school during PE one of my friends was complaining about how much his back hurt and he said something like "someone hit me in my back right now" so I did and he fell to the ground. He started laughing and wincing at the same time, apparently it hurt quite a bit. We're still friends though lel
 
Guy came into class wearing this helmet/headset thing that covers your eyes. IDK what it was but I think it was some kind of video playing or music listening device. He was just sitting there wearing it during the lesson. The teacher had enough and told him to GTFO (basically stand outside the classroom door as punishment). A few minutes later we start hearing music in the class... He had slipped an earphone under the door and started playing music at full blast. That teacher was so pissed off.
 
There was a page made in my final years of high school online, that had pictures of every girl in the year with a little blurb about how shit of a person they were. I think mine was that I was a 'poser' and had something to do with me liking anime at the time. Anyway, there was this whole mystery about who made the page and why. Like, this page attacked everyone from the assholes like myself to the popular kids. It turned out to be a girl (who is a massive lolcow - or at least, was) who was generally hated by all because she was attention-seeking, irritating and just generally weird. (She came to school once wearing an identical hoody to my own and then stood there calling us 'twinnies' - it was gross).
Anyway, when people found out, the popular girls chased her around the school beating the fuck out of her and throwing shit at her. The teachers didn't do anything. Despite the 'comments' (lol) about my anime liking, I felt really fucking bad for her.
On another note regarding bullying though, I spoke to a girl I work with who's younger than me and she said the worst instance of bullying at her school was when a bunch of bullies physically forced a kid to hang himself.
So - uh - I guess school was okay when I was there. :I
 
Our lunch lady was a mean sonofabitch who reeeed at all of us kids. She was also recess monitor. When recess was over, we all had to line up to go back inside.

One time we were all lined up and she screamed "hold your balls and stop bouncing them!" Everyone laughed and she reeeed more.
 
Where I live, there has been some minor controversies because of the fact that there is no legal way to actively ban muslim students from praying in school.
In high school, the superintendent had to send out a memo that you couldn't make students pray or stand for the pledge. That last one was a big deal because when I was a freshman, the First Gulf War was going on (1991 for you youngins) and the Vietnam Vet baseball coach got fired for dragging a student to his feet who didn't stand (kid was a Jehovah's Witness, and they don't believe in swearing oaths). He was well liked so everyone took his side and we all thought the coach was a dick (he was very inappropriate with female students, so if it hadn't been the flag incident, it would have been that).

In middle school (1988 or so) I was the only kid who had a subscription to Nintendo Power, so every Friday night when kids would go rent games from the video store (look it up) I would get frantic calls from all the kids asking how to get past this boss or whatever. I even got calls from kids I didn't like very much, but still answered their questions because video games are serious business.

EDIT: Reading the stories of you younger Kiwis, I am grateful I attended school in a time when social media wasn't even a concept. The internet really took off right as I graduated high school so in college the worst I had to deal with was people trolling me over the UNIX chat feature.
 
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There was a page made in my final years of high school online, that had pictures of every girl in the year with a little blurb about how shit of a person they were. I think mine was that I was a 'poser' and had something to do with me liking anime at the time. Anyway, there was this whole mystery about who made the page and why. Like, this page attacked everyone from the assholes like myself to the popular kids. It turned out to be a girl (who is a massive lolcow - or at least, was) who was generally hated by all because she was attention-seeking, irritating and just generally weird. (She came to school once wearing an identical hoody to my own and then stood there calling us 'twinnies' - it was gross).
Anyway, when people found out, the popular girls chased her around the school beating the fuck out of her and throwing shit at her. The teachers didn't do anything. Despite the 'comments' (lol) about my anime liking, I felt really fucking bad for her.
On another note regarding bullying though, I spoke to a girl I work with who's younger than me and she said the worst instance of bullying at her school was when a bunch of bullies physically forced a kid to hang himself.
So - uh - I guess school was okay when I was there. :I

So you went to the same school from Mean Girls?
 
Our lunch lady was a mean sonofabitch who reeeed at all of us kids. She was also recess monitor. When recess was over, we all had to line up to go back inside.

One time we were all lined up and she screamed "hold your balls and stop bouncing them!" Everyone laughed and she reeeed more.

Had one like this, and was a stereotypical angry fat black lady. Kids hated her. There were a couple kids who constantly sassed her and called her shit like "Aunt Jemima" and she couldn't do anything because they were black too.
 
There was this quiet boy in high school who was on the football team. He was in my class, but I only had him in Japanese so I never got to really know him. His mother is an artist, and she did art tutoring on the side, so I attended her classes throughout high school, but he was mostly out of the house for football practice or whatnot, so again, never really saw him. His mother's a really sweet woman, though, I basically owe it to her for why I still draw to this day.

One day around junior year, I noticed he hadn't shown up at school, nor at his home. Like it was just a sudden realization he was nowhere to be seen. I didn't think much of it, so I never really asked about it. Before graduation, however, I learned through a secondhand source (think it was my mother who told me) that the boy had gone to prison for raping one of his nieces and he's not eligible for parole for a long time. His father had gotten a grand mal seizure at about roughly the same time period on top of that (as a result of the stress or what). So if anything, I feel the most sorry for his mother for going through so much grief yet still had the energy to indulge in her profession. Haven't seen her in years since she moved out-of-state, so I wonder if she's still painting and tutoring.
 
Where I live, there has been some minor controversies because of the fact that there is no legal way to actively ban muslim students from praying in school.

In my locale, a Catholic high school received some pushback and a news story about them "giving" Muslims a room for their prayers. In true media form, however, they neglected to report the room was intended for anyone of any faith to quietly/discreetly pray, mediate, reflect, etc. during the day in an attempt to accommodate the student body's diverse spiritual beliefs - Catholic or not.

There was a page made in my final years of high school online, that had pictures of every girl in the year with a little blurb about how shit of a person they were.

My senior year, someone posted signs in the hallways that looked like classified ads with tear-off strips on the bottom of the page. The "pitch" was that each strip would entitle the bearer to a BJ from one particular female. I knew her boy friend at the time and went to tell him about the signs, but he already know as I saw him trying to console his visibly distraught girl friend.

Another time, one or more students tried to publish an underground newspaper that would likely be considered racist and 64 other -ists in today's environment. One of its articles was a supposed course catalog for ghetto schools with courses such as "Advanced Auto Theft 3 & 4 (Basic Auto Theft not taught because students already have knowledge of the subect)." Once the regular school newspaper covered this and showed that all interviewed students weren't impressed with the underground paper's failed edgelord humor, the underground issues mysteriously and abruptly stopped. As far as I know, nobody ever found the responsible person(s).

In high school, the superintendent had to send out a memo that you couldn't make students pray or stand for the pledge. That last one was a big deal because when I was a freshman, the First Gulf War was going on (1991 for you youngins) and the Vietnam Vet baseball coach got fired for dragging a student to his feet who didn't stand (kid was a Jehovah's Witness, and they don't believe in swearing oaths). He was well liked so everyone took his side and we all thought the coach was a dick (he was very inappropriate with female students, so if it hadn't been the flag incident, it would have been that).

During the Gulf War, the high school basketball team wanted to do something to support the troops. The initial idea of black wrist bands to protest was eventually scrapped in favor of wearing yellow ones to support the troops and the wish they'd come home quickly and safely. Although I missed the fireworks, an African-American player clashed with another player and his redneck, super-patriotic father over this. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed, and someone explained to the former that we could support the troops without supporting the war itself or making any unnecessary political statements.

In a way it's kind of sad that people would try to seek out a middle ground in the past whereas people today are so stuck with their polar-opposite ways now that compromise or meeting in the middle is considered the ultimate undesirable evil. (:_(
 
I moved from South Carolina to Kentucky when I was around 10ish. One day, I don’t really remember the circumstances, but a bunch of parents were there and our teacher asked us to say what we wanted to be when we grew up. I said a “lawyer” but my accent must have been super thick because everyone thought I said “liar”. I had to repeat myself AND the teacher had to clarify for me. A bunch of dads made the same “what’s the difference?” joke. My accent is no longer that thick, thank God. Hard to believe it ever was.
 
Cliffnotes: I entered public education a functional human being, an exited as the pathetic neurotic that's typing this shitty comment.
 
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Our lunch lady was a mean sonofabitch who reeeed at all of us kids. She was also recess monitor. When recess was over, we all had to line up to go back inside.

One time we were all lined up and she screamed "hold your balls and stop bouncing them!" Everyone laughed and she reeeed more.
One of our lunch ladies denied a kid service because he was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt.
 
One rainy day during assembly in the main hall while we were praying, a waterlogged ceiling tile fell from the roof and knocked out the PE teacher.
 
I don't really have any intresting school stories. I was the definition of a "loner".

I once found a $20 sitting on a cafeteria bench that my fellow students just gawked at in disbelief. Bought myself an Abyssal Whip in RuneScape with it.

In Highschool everyone thought I'd shoot up the school. They weren't wrong, but then I got my dick wet and grew out of it. I still look like a school shooter though.
 
I dunno is this story qualify in here. So please just delete it if it isn't.
Back in the day, I was a rough student. I was raised in a equally rough environment, where everyday I needed to fear for my life. I was the punching bag of the family, therefore I had a lot of anger hidden in me, which I released on people around when I'm not at home. This caused a lot of things that I'm still regret doing to these day.

I used to literally wish everything around me would burnt to the ground, since I hated everyone and everything, and everyone hated me also. I would never talk with anyone unless I was lashing out on other people. I was miserable, and I couldn't understand why.

Then comes the day that began 10 grade. We had a new teacher(a very nice lady) and some new classmate. The teacher lady told one of the new boy to sit next to me, and I hated him the moment I met him.

He was your typical class clown: joking, making fun of himself just to make laugh. He was popular among the class after a few day he was introduced. He was like the polar opposite of me.

Maybe it's my constant resting bitch face, I dunno. But he seemed to take an interest in me. He began to talk to me daily, revolving around different topics. I turned him down, but he would come back the next day with a different topic or some sort of joke. He just never shut up, even after people told him I was a lost cause.

Somehow, after a period of time, I began to open up to him, and he really did restore my faith in humanity. He opened a new world to me.

With his help, I kinda transfer from a piece of trash to a somewhat normal human being, and such change had helped me to duel with a lot of underlying issues from my past that caused so many troubles in my life. I really could not thank him enough, since if he wasn't there in 10 grades, or he just stopped talking to me at the first time I rejected him, I would have still been a piece of shit and couldn't live my life to my fullest
 
One of our lunch ladies denied a kid service because he was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt.
Not a school story, but my dad was fired from one of his first jobs (possibly in high school I think) because his boss saw him wearing a Maiden shirt on his day off.
 
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