Weird, it's technically not even illegal to smoke underage here, just for people to sell them to minors.
Share Your School Stories - Weirdos, freaks, and idiots (self-inclusion optional)
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Hah you fucken dork.
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Oh god, it's an all-encompasing slav country problem, isn't it?
My teacher in high school insisted that "ware" in software was actually "wire", and told me off for trying to explain it to her.
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So we need to hand it to them as charity?
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I was sitting in the hallway with these two Dominican girls eating lunch and their Spanish teacher walked by and started talking to them in Spanish, I facetiously said to her to speak American, so she kicked over my drink.
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That seems to only be the case with the older teachers, like what was the case with the shogun shotgun in my story. In secondary school both of my English teachers spoke fluent English, which is what you'd expect from English teachers.
Another thing that my primary school English teacher did was that she used Received Pronunciation which is the standard British English pronunciation while using American English spelling and vocabulary, like for example saying chips instead of crisps, highway instead of motorway, spelling colour as color etc. She also insisted we use Received Pronunciation while you're actually allowed to use either British English or American English in school, but you have to be consistent with it, something she herself WAS NOT DOING!
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Nah RP is far from standard. It's known as The Queen's English for a reason.
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It's standard in the sense that it's taught in schools as the standard in most of Yurop, whether it's the most common in common speech in the UK or not is not relevant. Like most other standard dialects and accents for various languages it's mostly used in formal settings and if someone uses it in common vernacular it means that they're either high class or are pretending to be and is thus rarely the most common one.
Really should stop powerleveling, but recent posts made me remember this incident in middle school.
So I was taking this film elective where we just watched movies, and one of the films we watched was about this learning-disabled-but-strong kid who befriends a kid who's a genius but has serious physical disabilities. In the end the learning-disabled kid gets better at reading and shit, while the smart one succumbs to his disabilites and fucking dies at like 12.
The teacher asked who we'd rather be, and I said definitely the learning-disabled one because I didn't want to die around my then-current age. They got irritated and scolded me for making that choice.
Still think I was completely right.
So I was taking this film elective where we just watched movies, and one of the films we watched was about this learning-disabled-but-strong kid who befriends a kid who's a genius but has serious physical disabilities. In the end the learning-disabled kid gets better at reading and shit, while the smart one succumbs to his disabilites and fucking dies at like 12.
The teacher asked who we'd rather be, and I said definitely the learning-disabled one because I didn't want to die around my then-current age. They got irritated and scolded me for making that choice.
Still think I was completely right.
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Was this by any chance a movie called "Freak the Mighty"?
Looked it up. Book was called that, but the film was just "The Mighty".
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We watched that movie my sophomore year of high school. I cried, a lot. And no, it's not the wrong choice because Max is actually a gentle soul who unfortunately looks like his murdering dad, and Kevin reveals that side to everyone.
Yeah, I've already disclosed my intelligence test results (which I didn't know at the time I saw the film) more times than the average Quora user, but what's the point of having a five billion IQ if you don't even live past seventh grade? Max may not be a genius, but he's not a literal retard either and can have an actual life.
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I fucking read that shit when I was 9. That was the first time a book actually made me cry. Why the actual fuck do so many children’s books involve kids and dogs dying? Why couldn’t they just let us enjoy our blissful innocence until that raging bitch called life took it from us a few years down the road? It’s like the kids book version of having some lady get raped in a lifetime movie at this point.
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In high school during study hall I was hanging out with one of my friends who was reading that graphic novel Mous, and she was showing me the part where the holocaust survivor was filling a cereal box with packing peanuts and sealing it up to return it, basically getting free cereal. I said "wow, that's a jewy thing to do". The study hall teacher stood up and asked me what I said, so I repeated my self. Then she was like "don't say that again!", I was like, "why? It's a very Jewy thing to do" and landed myself in detention.
It's a stupid story, but it was a pretty funny altercation at the time.
It's a stupid story, but it was a pretty funny altercation at the time.
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My Latin teacher in secondary school was very young, he was almost fresh out of graduating uni in fact. He was pretty cool and wanted to make sure everybody understood the material, he also never sat at his desk except for when he did the roll call in the beginning, he conducted his lectures standing. Anyway, one time he told us that he has "important business" to attend to and that we should behave ourselves for the 5-10 minutes that he'll be gone. The school's parking lot was in the back of the building and you had a partial view of it from our classroom. Unfortunately for him, we could just about see that he met some woman (who later on turned out was his then-girlfriend, now-wife) and they were making out for at least 5 minutes straight. When he returned to the classroom he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. He also sported an erection, and we noticed. When he looked at the class he saw that all of us had bigger shit-eating grins than he just had. He noticed that we noticed. We noticed that he noticed that we noticed. He noticed that we noticed that he noticed that we noticed. His face changed color 3 times in less than 10 seconds, from a ghostly pale to a sickly yellow to red, and it stayed red until the bell rang. He then sat at his desk and stayed there, not saying anything, not moving even slightly, and neither did we. This went on for about 15 minutes. When we got out of the classroom we all collectively burst out in laughter. Afterwards if we wanted to bust his balls we always alluded to erections, like for example "The grading in the last exam was pretty stiff". Thankfully, he had a really good sense of humor about it.
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It's literally a Jewy thing to do which is why it was put in the book to fucking begin with!
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The implication anyways is that witnessing his dad murder his mom at 3 completely fucked him up. Otherwise he was of completely normal intelligence, which is not a bad thing by any means.
Anyways since this was an English class we didn't discuss who we'd rather be, but the literary themes and shit. The teacher was a bit lazy so sometimes instead of spending weeks reading and discussing a single book, we'd spend a few days watching a movie and then discuss that. The movies themselves could be hit or miss, but almost all the books she assigned would up being shit, so it was preferable.
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Alright, so this might be a long one. Forewarning.
When I was a kid, I was a part of a lot of AP/GT classes in elementary school, and the first year of middle school. Now, personally, I don't really think I was smart enough to justify the placement, I just read a lot of books and had a habit of using a lot of really big words in sentences. Apparently, that was enough to justify the decision.
Now, due to a number of reasons, I was a bullied kid as well, least of all being my placement in nerd classes. I was also white in a primarily black and latino school system, I was chubby, and I read books. So, most of my time growing up was pretty isolated in an educational sense. That being said, teachers and staff tended to like me a lot because I was quiet and I tended to at the very least have a grasp on my subjects. Except for math. Never did well in math.
Now, fast forward to 7th grade. I'm in middle school, and now have a reputation as the "quiet kid". You know the kind. Honestly, no quiet kid WANTS to be the quiet kid, but I had my role, and usually got into fights in PE. I think I may have only started one or two of em, while the rest usually came from a select group of students who believed that donkey-punching me was just the best thing in the world. I was in ISS (In-school Suspension) quite a lot due to this, but the teacher in charge of it was typically sympathetic towards me. I think overall I was in ISS for a total of five months' worth of that school year and had over 45 'conflicts' on my record.
And then Art Class started. It was the new semester, and my electives had shifted. I walked in, took a seat. Now, for a bit of outside context this was the point in my life when I started listening to heavier music, and my love of metal really started to blossom. I was listening to all the classics: Cannibal Corpse, Cattle Decapitation, the works. What I found just as interesting as the music itself, though, was the different album covers. I had never really seen art like that. Hell, I remember having my eyes covered by my brother when I was really little when there was a topless scene in a horror movie (I think it was Ghost Ship?). So, during the nights, I would study the different gory album covers, read up on their composition, who designed them, why, all that jazz. I wouldn't say I was drawn to all the gore necessarily, more just how well they complimented the music, as well as the skill that went into making them.
So, Art. You can imagine what I was thinking when I signed up, since I was doing all this research outside of class. As the quiet kid, I had a table to myself, until a kid that had never met me sat across from me. This was a huge deal to me, as actually having someone to talk to was exceedingly rare, so I started chatting about art. Turns out, he was an art fan too, and he had a pretty big artbook he carried with him.
Now, in my pre-teen, dumb state of mind, I bring up the album covers, to see if he knew what I was talking about. He didn't, so I started explaining all of the ones that were my favorites. Acid baths, maggotty corpses, all that jazz. He started getting really uncomfortable, so I stopped myself, and pushed my nose into my own book. I didn't really know how to handle that sort of situation, since I never really had the chance to talk to my peers.
Well, class starts, kid goes right to the teacher, and stays there. Teacher makes a phone call, and the Superintendent of the school comes into the room, and calls for me. I got really confused, and once I stepped outside, I saw that he had two police officers with him. I get escorted to the conference room in the office, you know, the place you're taken when what you've done is SO bad, that the regular principal's office isn't extreme enough to handle the weight of what you've done? I was confused out of my mind, and that's when they tell me, and I remember the words exactly:
"We're under the belief that you've threatened to murder another student."
For about half an hour, they interrogated me, threatened me, all the while I had broken down into a sobbing wreck. I had no idea what they were even talking about, and when I tried to explain myself, it got shut down, because "Kids your age don't listen to that kind of music". They make a phone call to my mom, tell her the situation, and remark that I'm going to be marked as a "terrorist" in my permanent record. When my mom got there, she was like a whirlwind of anger and indignation the likes of which I had never before been witness to. Granted, she's a short woman, only 5'5, and I was already 6 feet by that time, but I felt completely insignificant when she bore down on me and told me how badly I had messed up. She then wheeled around, and quite literally backed the superintendent into the corner, screaming at him about how much I've already been mistreated by the system, and how often I was punished for defending myself against bullies.
Eventually, he cracked. Through a combination of guilting, pleading, and a healthy touch of outside connections (my dad coached the Supes' kid in little league), the mark was taken off my record, but I was faced with ISS for a whole five months. I was also grounded, and was made to have an escort when leaving and entering the school. The gravity of what had happened took a while to sink in, and I'm still salty as hell about it.
So, yeah. tl;dr - I was labeled a terrorist on my permanent record for talking to another student about death metal.
When I was a kid, I was a part of a lot of AP/GT classes in elementary school, and the first year of middle school. Now, personally, I don't really think I was smart enough to justify the placement, I just read a lot of books and had a habit of using a lot of really big words in sentences. Apparently, that was enough to justify the decision.
Now, due to a number of reasons, I was a bullied kid as well, least of all being my placement in nerd classes. I was also white in a primarily black and latino school system, I was chubby, and I read books. So, most of my time growing up was pretty isolated in an educational sense. That being said, teachers and staff tended to like me a lot because I was quiet and I tended to at the very least have a grasp on my subjects. Except for math. Never did well in math.
Now, fast forward to 7th grade. I'm in middle school, and now have a reputation as the "quiet kid". You know the kind. Honestly, no quiet kid WANTS to be the quiet kid, but I had my role, and usually got into fights in PE. I think I may have only started one or two of em, while the rest usually came from a select group of students who believed that donkey-punching me was just the best thing in the world. I was in ISS (In-school Suspension) quite a lot due to this, but the teacher in charge of it was typically sympathetic towards me. I think overall I was in ISS for a total of five months' worth of that school year and had over 45 'conflicts' on my record.
And then Art Class started. It was the new semester, and my electives had shifted. I walked in, took a seat. Now, for a bit of outside context this was the point in my life when I started listening to heavier music, and my love of metal really started to blossom. I was listening to all the classics: Cannibal Corpse, Cattle Decapitation, the works. What I found just as interesting as the music itself, though, was the different album covers. I had never really seen art like that. Hell, I remember having my eyes covered by my brother when I was really little when there was a topless scene in a horror movie (I think it was Ghost Ship?). So, during the nights, I would study the different gory album covers, read up on their composition, who designed them, why, all that jazz. I wouldn't say I was drawn to all the gore necessarily, more just how well they complimented the music, as well as the skill that went into making them.
So, Art. You can imagine what I was thinking when I signed up, since I was doing all this research outside of class. As the quiet kid, I had a table to myself, until a kid that had never met me sat across from me. This was a huge deal to me, as actually having someone to talk to was exceedingly rare, so I started chatting about art. Turns out, he was an art fan too, and he had a pretty big artbook he carried with him.
Now, in my pre-teen, dumb state of mind, I bring up the album covers, to see if he knew what I was talking about. He didn't, so I started explaining all of the ones that were my favorites. Acid baths, maggotty corpses, all that jazz. He started getting really uncomfortable, so I stopped myself, and pushed my nose into my own book. I didn't really know how to handle that sort of situation, since I never really had the chance to talk to my peers.
Well, class starts, kid goes right to the teacher, and stays there. Teacher makes a phone call, and the Superintendent of the school comes into the room, and calls for me. I got really confused, and once I stepped outside, I saw that he had two police officers with him. I get escorted to the conference room in the office, you know, the place you're taken when what you've done is SO bad, that the regular principal's office isn't extreme enough to handle the weight of what you've done? I was confused out of my mind, and that's when they tell me, and I remember the words exactly:
"We're under the belief that you've threatened to murder another student."
For about half an hour, they interrogated me, threatened me, all the while I had broken down into a sobbing wreck. I had no idea what they were even talking about, and when I tried to explain myself, it got shut down, because "Kids your age don't listen to that kind of music". They make a phone call to my mom, tell her the situation, and remark that I'm going to be marked as a "terrorist" in my permanent record. When my mom got there, she was like a whirlwind of anger and indignation the likes of which I had never before been witness to. Granted, she's a short woman, only 5'5, and I was already 6 feet by that time, but I felt completely insignificant when she bore down on me and told me how badly I had messed up. She then wheeled around, and quite literally backed the superintendent into the corner, screaming at him about how much I've already been mistreated by the system, and how often I was punished for defending myself against bullies.
Eventually, he cracked. Through a combination of guilting, pleading, and a healthy touch of outside connections (my dad coached the Supes' kid in little league), the mark was taken off my record, but I was faced with ISS for a whole five months. I was also grounded, and was made to have an escort when leaving and entering the school. The gravity of what had happened took a while to sink in, and I'm still salty as hell about it.
So, yeah. tl;dr - I was labeled a terrorist on my permanent record for talking to another student about death metal.
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Like most high schools, we had a thing called "Pride Week" which was the week leading up to the Homecoming football game. Each class got a hallway which they would decorate, after school hours, and all that junk.
The Freshman hall was always the worst because they had 0 funds saved up to decorate it. Well, during my senior year, somebody in my class dressed up as the grim reaper came running down the Freshman's hall screaming and tore all the Freshman's decorations down with a fake scythe. It was pretty hilarious.
They found out who it was and gave him a weeks suspension. On Friday, the day before the Homecoming game our school has a huge homecoming assembly with skits performed by the cheerleaders and football players, and competitions, like tug-o-war, which takes up the whole day basically. Everyone from our class kept on chanting "Free [x]!" which bothered the principal a whole lot.
There's another story about homecoming of that same year, but I'm on my mobile and don't feel like typing it all out RN.
The Freshman hall was always the worst because they had 0 funds saved up to decorate it. Well, during my senior year, somebody in my class dressed up as the grim reaper came running down the Freshman's hall screaming and tore all the Freshman's decorations down with a fake scythe. It was pretty hilarious.
They found out who it was and gave him a weeks suspension. On Friday, the day before the Homecoming game our school has a huge homecoming assembly with skits performed by the cheerleaders and football players, and competitions, like tug-o-war, which takes up the whole day basically. Everyone from our class kept on chanting "Free [x]!" which bothered the principal a whole lot.
There's another story about homecoming of that same year, but I'm on my mobile and don't feel like typing it all out RN.