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

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In 7th grade, there was a new girl at our school. With only about 150 kids per grade at my middle school, it was easy to tell when there was a new face in your classes, plus, this girl stuck out like a sore thumb; she smelled horrible. It was clear she practically never showered, her hair was always extremely greasy, and she almost always wore the same clothes. I forget where she moved from, somewhere out of state. She was not very socially-skilled and pretty weird. We had digital clocks in the halls and she claimed she had never seen one before. I forget how she came to kind of try to hover around my friend group. We all kind of wished she wouldn't but we were too polite to say so. I think she thought I was 'cool' because I had the scene/emo aesthetic that was popular at the time and I was an InuYasha fan (don't judge). One day when I had to ride the bus home I figured out she actually lived fairly close to me, in a trailer park across the highway that ran behind my neighborhood. I was very careful to make sure she didn't figure out where I lived. She would try to initiate hanging out outside of school and I always gently shut that suggestion down.

We had several school dances every year and my friends and I pretty much always went to each one. At one of the dances, she also showed up. At one point in the night she cornered me in this alcove, grabbed my forearm, and was trying to convince me I had 'the mark of the demon' because of this little freckle pattern I had in one spot. I don't know if she thought I would think that was cool, or something, but after that my friends and I pretty much dropped being polite/tolerant toward her, and she stopped hovering around us.

However, during the next school year, she got some idea to write me this "death threat/evil eye curse" letter and put it in my locker. I guess she was bragging about it in some class that day and the girl whose locker was next to mine let me know, and even saw her slip it through the locker vent. I took the note to the school counselor and I guess she dealt with it from there.

I never saw that girl around again after 8th grade. I don't know if she moved or what, but she wasn't at our high school (thankfully).
 
Since I posted some cringy stories about myself from my school days, I figured I should talk about some of the freaks and weirdos I went to school with, sorry for the long posts!

There was this sped kid Matt that I was briefly friends with in middle school. I knew him as an acquaintance at first but we became friends in the 7th grade after my best friend at the time moved away.

Despite being in junior high, Matt still looked like he was in kindergarten as he was barely 4ft tall and he spoke in a very high pitched squeaky voice that made him sound like a chipmunk.

Since Matt still looked and acted like a five year old, he always loved being an obnoxious and annoying little shit. Matt also had terrible grammar and penmanship, as one time in class he actually wrote "dijijeymon sucks" on my folder in an attempt to diss me, to which I just laughed at his pathetic dumbassery.

I should mention that Matt was not a very bright student by any means. He obviously had a lot of learning problems since he struggled to keep up in every class except biology since he loved learning about nature and animals, but he literally flunked everything else with straight F's on his report card since he never turned in homework or studied for tests. I remember one time my social studies teacher chewed him out in front of everyone since he was the only kid in the whole class who didn't do a simple homework assignment, not that he cared.

I'm sure Matt's untreated learning problems probably stemmed from the fact that he came from the most stereotype dirt poor redneck family ever, so he obviously inherited a few bad genes from his white trash parents.

Halfway thru the school year I had kinda stopped talking to Matt and I wasn't hanging out with him anymore. I don't remember why but I just didn't really talk to him much by then, and since Matt pretty much flunked the 7th grade he was held back a year but they moved him into the little "special" class where he was isolated from the rest of the school, along with all the other mongoloid delinquents they kept locked up in there.

Matt's loser family actually moved away when I still in middle school but I didn't even notice until several months after the fact due to him being confined to the little 'tard room. This is relevant because several years later when I was in high school, I had to take a summer class to make up for failing algebra because my teacher was a dick (a story for another time) and I ended up taking the class at a different high school a few towns over, which just so happened to be the same school that that Matt kid had been attending.

This was a fairly large school that actually had a lot of kids taking night classes so I only bumped into Matt a couple times, and I was quite shocked at how he hadn't changed at all since the 7th grade. He literally hadn't grown an inch and still looked like he was five years old and he still had that stupid fucking squeaky chipmunk voice, I swear to god he never hit puberty in the four years or so that I had last seen him and he had to have been at least 16 years old at the time. Looking back at it now I guess it's possible that he had some kind of "Andy Milonakis syndrome" that made him stop growing.

Despite going to the same place for summer school, I didn't actually talk to Matt the few times I saw him there because as I previously mentioned I didn't even talk to him anymore when I was still in middle school. The only "interaction" I had with him was on the first day attending night class when I caught him staring daggers at me when I walked by as he was talking to his dumb buddies, and then I heard him squeak out "where da hell is English class!?" when I brushed past him in the hallway.

This was over fifteen years ago and I still wonder how he turned out since he was too stupid and incompetent to hold down a job and support himself. I wonder if he ended up in a group home for retards or something since he would be in his early 30's by now.

Now I want to talk about this kid Tony I knew in high school.

Tony was a very lanky, dimwitted, acne-ridden weeb who had the IQ of a pile of rocks. He always wore very tight skinny jeans (way before that became "cool") that were at least three sizes too small for him which made him look even lankier, since the cuffs of his pants always ended above his ankles. He also claimed to be "part-Japanese" despite the fact that there was nothing remotely Asian about him at all. I remember he would pull a bottle of acne skin care lotion out of his backpack and actually apply it on his face in the middle of class without the teacher ever noticing.

One time in computer class we were discussing DBZ and whether or not it was actually possible to turn "Super Saiyan". Tony kept insisting that it was possible for people to reach a "Super Saiyan-like state" by focusing all of your chi or something so he clenched his fists and concentrated as hard as he could for about thirty seconds, his face turning an extremely deep shade of red until he released an extremely loud fart, which resulted in my friends and I falling out of our chairs from laughing.

He eventually got into "smoking weed" (I'm using that very loosely here) and listening to rap and switched to wearing baggy pants as he transitioned into a wigger phase before he abruptly disappeared from school about halfway thru the 10th grade.

I never found out what happened to him but I could totally picture him going to trade school to learn how to become an electrician or a mechanic, but he would probably accidentally electrocute himself or get crushed by a car that he was working on because he was that fucking dumb.
 
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i knew a chick that got a train ran on her in a public bathroom at one of our schools football games, then felt ashamed about it so she lied about it being rape.

i used to think that this story was unique, but whenever i tell it to people i know now they all have a similar stories.
 
Autumnal Equinox said:
Used to know a kid in elementary school who could fart on command. We'd egg him on to do it when the teacher was talking. Eight year old us thought it was the funniest thing ever.

Also knew a kid named Jimmy back then who would fly into a complete tard rage if someone called him Jimbo Bimbo. Another kid if he got mad at you would insult you by calling you a Ninja Turtle.
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I’m totally stealing that Ninja Turtle thing, it’s fucking magnificent.

“get the fuck outta here you ninja turtle ass cocklicker!”
 
The first time I ever learned about racism ever being a thing was in grade 3 when I was playing soccer with my friends. For what ever reason there was this really tall bitchy lanky black chick that was threatening to tell on us for something I cant remember. One of my friends being the cheeky fucker he was called her black spaghetti because her hair looked like burnt spaghetti. For the rest of the afternoon the principle lectured us about racism and why its wrong.
 
I knew a boy in Elementary with an extra finger on each hand. Fully opposable, even had specially made gloves for those additional digits. I and all the other kids in his class found them fascinating. I remember wondering how awkward it must have been to flip someone off with two fingers.
 
When I was in high school during the early 1990s, we had this English assignment where you had to write about a historical person. This guy from my graduating class (different hour English but same teacher) turned in the lyrics from that Iron Maiden song Alexander the Great and he got an A plus for it. Teacher had no idea. He just copied the lyrics word for word.
 
In my tenth grade drama class, I knew this kid who was /pol/tard (whether he was joking about it or not I have no idea since he sounded super serious about it.) He'd sometimes show up to class drunk on moonshine and even stumbled his way over to my house one night drunk as shit. Luckly no one answered the door and I later found out afterwards that he'd passed out in a ditch somewhere and was driven home in a cop car.
 
In high school, there was this one kid who kept acting like he was some hardcore druggie, but it was clear as day he was full of shit and didn't have the first clue what the hell he was talking about. We used to fuck with him. My friend and I sold him a red M&M that had the M licked off for $10 telling him it was Ecstasy. He popped it and spent the next three hours acting like he was euphoric. Another group of people got him to smoke catnip telling him it was primo weed.
 
Autumnal Equinox said:
In high school, there was this one kid who kept acting like he was some hardcore druggie, but it was clear as day he was full of shit and didn't have the first clue what the hell he was talking about. We used to fuck with him. My friend and I sold him a red M&M that had the M licked off for $10 telling him it was Ecstasy. He popped it and spent the next three hours acting like he was euphoric. Another group of people got him to smoke catnip telling him it was primo weed.
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I had a friend in high school who knew someone that did the same thing with some kid on his bus, only they took a plastic baggie and filled it up with grass and crushed up twigs and sold it to the kid as a bag of "weed" for like $20, and then the next day the kid said "that was some good shit" he sold him.
 
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In my middle school, home ec was only for eighth graders. Sixth and seventh grade was “career education.” Basically, we learned about who we could be when we grew up. It was as boring as you’d expect it to be.

At the course’s start, we had ten minutes to brainstorm as many different occupations one could have as possible. Then the teacher would have us recite our list to compare. One kid suggested “thief.” Another said “smuggler.” I said “stripper.”

Strangely, the teacher was more offended by smuggler than stripper. I was usually a teacher’s pet but this was the first week into middle school. I lacked that leverage. I thought I was fucked. But she smiled after everyone lost their shit and did this little shimmy as she quipped, “well it IS a career, people!”
 
In 4th Grade, there was this kid who was tall, freckled and had red hair. For some reason, whenever I had to sit by him, he just smelled horrible. Not his body, but his mouth. I don't think it was regular "didn't brush much". It smelled very odd, but horrible. Like, sweet, sour, death. He may have had an underlining medical problem.

In 5th Grade, there was an issue in another classroom about someone stabbing another student in the hand with a pencil. It went right through. For years, I thought it was just some dude who didn't like the girl or whatever. Recently, I found out it was my sister, and that's why we had to leave that school.
 
Autumnal Equinox said:
In high school, there was this one kid who kept acting like he was some hardcore druggie, but it was clear as day he was full of shit and didn't have the first clue what the hell he was talking about. We used to fuck with him. My friend and I sold him a red M&M that had the M licked off for $10 telling him it was Ecstasy. He popped it and spent the next three hours acting like he was euphoric. Another group of people got him to smoke catnip telling him it was primo weed.
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There was a kid who snorted sugar in middle school. Kept doing it too, despite saying it burned.
 
Sophmore year in HS there was this boy who was really hot shit, and one especially kEwL thing about him was he was into rock climbing. One day he scrambled up the wall of the classroom, grabbed the ceiling support beam and started crawling along the ceiling upside down like spider man while everyone watched, oohing and aahing. Even the teacher was encouraging this (it was Communications class and the teacher was a total ditz). Anyway his grip slipped and he fell straight to the floor in the middle of the room and broke his back. lol
 
My high school years in a nutshell: lots of teen moms (many of them of the "good Christian girl" type 🤔), lots of backstabbers, lots of deaths, and a group of rich kids in my class that was strangely obsessed with me taking a weird turn after everyone graduated.
 
Brain Power said:
My high school years in a nutshell: lots of teen moms (many of them of the "good Christian girl" type 🤔), lots of backstabbers, lots of deaths, and a group of rich kids in my class that was strangely obsessed with me taking a weird turn after everyone graduated.
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sounds you got some stories to tell. please share.
 
Gravityqueen4life said:
sounds you got some stories to tell. please share.
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Oh, I will. I just need to write them somewhere else before sharing them here, since I'm not very good at writing long stuff. I'll put this one for now:
There was a girl I knew since kindergarten that always NEEDED to have perfect grades, so much that if she had something under ~6.5 (out of 7), she annoyed the teachers until they gave her a better grade. I always told her "Just accept it, no one's perfect" but she never changed. Last thing I heard of her is that she's studying medicine and is struggling to get high grades now.
One funny thing, I was better at english class than her, and she hated it :story:
 
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