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

[LongtimeLurker]

Aw shit, that just dredged up a memory.

I think it was tenth grade English. Was the teacher's first semester teaching and she hadn't quite gotten a grasp on how to best wrangle a bunch of fifteen year olds.

Came in to class one day and she wanted us to have a debate. Subject, euthanasia. Started out decently enough but ultimately devolved into a bunch of name calling and making jokes about the subject, generally just being a bunch of shitty fifteen year olds while the one adult was kind of powerless to reel us in.

Debate kinda ran its course with like fifteen minutes left in the class and once we kinda tapered off she finally explained.

"You may be wondering why I chose this topic. You see, I took my mom off life support yesterday and..."

And she burst into tears and just left. Dismissed us on her way out the door. We just kinda sat in silence for a few minutes looking at each other like "what have we done" before awkwardly leaving.

Class ran with her the next day like nothing had happened.

Writing this, and to some extent even back then, I question the wisdom of her letting a bunch of teens run wild with a subject that was still a very open wound for her, but I wonder if it wasn't her misguided way of trying to seek closure or absolve her guilt or something. All I know is those tears came out and we instantly regretted all those "man this euthanasia stuff is really putting me down" jokes..

 

[LinkinParkxNaruto[AMV]]

I remember we had a sort of code of conduct where you didn't bully actual retards, and cripples, and things like that

There was definitely something like that but not outspoken. For example, there was a really wimpy and extremely effeminate gay guy in my class, he would have been easy pickings but was so meek and quiet no one gave him any real shit and even had people stood for him sometimes, he was even physically small too, even for the edgelords bullying someone like that felt wrong.

In contrast there was another very effeminate gay guy in the other class in my grade, he did get abused but not because he was gay but because he was also a bully and spent a ton of time gossiping, making rumours and he was a total snitch.

Nothing violent, my school wasn't like that, he didn't get beat up or anything but he got a dead fish inside his backpack, other time someone took his backpack , turned it around, put all his books back in then tied it to the flag pole and rose it to the very top and left it there, shit like that so he actually got off kinda easy considering a lot of the nastiest kids hated him for being such a bitch. Lesson of the story: You can be gay, but don't be a faggot

 

[Dante Alighieri]

You ever push it too far? I remember that look one of my friends got. We had this "game" that basically consisted of just whipping tennis balls at each other in the face and similar shit, sort of a variant of smear the queer, but once I whipped it into his face really really hard and hit him in the nose and he got this "you went way too far bitch" look on his face and I ran away and hid from him for days.

Nah I just did it once or twice. I have no idea why I did it too. I also had a friend that would share her pocky with me, so that was cool.

 

[MysticMisty]

One day sophomore year big baskets filled with boxes of raisins appeared in our classrooms. There was no explanation for where they came from, we were only told to help ourselves. Shit, don't got to tell us twice, everyone grabbed at least one box, many grabbed two or three. Nobody spoke a word, but we all knew what must be done. Class ended and out in the hallway raisins flew everywhere in every direction. Outside they rained down below from the second story walkway. My high school (and middle school) had a well-deserved reputation as a bad school despite not being located in a ghetto, so only the most strait-laced students didn't throw raisins. Which meant that pretty much everyone threw raisins all day long.

The most amazing thing is that they didn't take away the baskets before the end of the day, or even after the end of the day. They kept refilling the baskets for weeks. It was pretty funny the first week or so. After that people started getting bored, and tired of having mashed raisins stuck to their shoes since they were impossible to avoid. Unfortunately, since this was a bad school, a lot of kids refused to give up so the raisin wars continued for some time.

Weeks into the raisin wars my English teacher suddenly snapped and started yelling at my class about the raisins. It came out of absolutely nowhere in the middle of class, one minute we were working on whatever, the next the teacher was yelling about raisins. Basically about how we ought to be ashamed of ourselves for wasting food that was actually good for us and generously donated to us in such a juvenile fashion. The general collective response was "Well, what did you expect to happen at this school?" which just made her angrier. And no, of course it didn't stop people from throwing raisins. It only stopped when the teachers finally wised up and stopped putting out raisins. Either that or they ran out.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

One of the most miserable jobs on Earth: being the janitor who has to clean up these bathrooms.

Depending on how disgusting the bathrooms get, miserable can be an understatement.

Spoiler: NSFL

When a university class I took one semester featured a field trip to another area university for a presentation on what was then considered emerging technology, I grabbed a copy of that university's student newspaper ... only to wish I hadn't once I had a chance to read it. The front page story discussed the rampant problem of males masturbating in the various men's bathrooms on that particular campus and leaving their jizz all over the place. Apparently, this had become such a problem that the school's janitors were reportedly ready to stop cleaning the bathrooms in protest over concern for diseases that might be contained in those bodily fluids and they were even threatening to file a union grievance although I'm not sure what good that would have done.

It was mostly true for my school that most kids who took it also dealt it.

At my K-8 school, the class/school bullies largely focused on those that wouldn't speak up for themselves. Once someone finally did stand up for themselves more on any sort of consistent basis, the bullies would give up and look for someone else to target.

In high school, a couple of classmates during my freshman year that were being bullied by a senior who was the school's heavyweight wrestler thought it would be a good idea to send him my way so that he'd bully someone other than them. Instead of bullying me however, the wrestler guy ended up befriending me for the rest of the year -- much to my classmates' chagrin. To add insult to their injury, he still hassled them up until he graduated.

I remember we had a sort of code of conduct where you didn't bully actual retards, and cripples, and things like that.

My high school had a similar unwritten rule. One such example was a guy with Down's Syndrome that seemed to be quite popular despite his challenges. During his time as a high school student, it seemed as if all of the junior/senior male athletes (aka the jocks) looked out for him and they would have gladly kicked the ass of anyone who would have even thought about messing with this guy.

During my senior year, another special education guy end up in our homeroom when he didn't graduate the year before. I previously posted about him and the fact he always believed he carried an apple juice gun with him. Nobody dared bully him partly because of the unwritten rules and partly because our homeroom teacher didn't put up with any sort of bad behavior. At most, the people sitting around him would occasionally encourage him to use his apple juice gun which resulted in the guy making a gun with his fingers and making a shooting motion as he blew spittle all over the place.

You ever look back at your childhood and think "wait. . .was I the bully?" And realize that yes, you were.

For older Kiwis, it's probably the case that simple teasing or name calling that led to a "please don't do that" slap on the wrist admonishment would now would be branded as bullying and get one suspended or expelled.

In junior high there was a 7th grader when I was in 8th. I don't even remember his name so I'll just call him Al. Al was tall but clumsy and uncoordinated. I'm not 100% sure how it started, but I'm thinking it might have been because of his clumsiness on the playground being enough of an issue for me to start calling him a dorkbrain. He seemed to take it in stride without reacting until we had a meeting for some all-school event later that year and Al decided to tell the school counselor what I had been calling him in front of about a dozen or so of our peers. I always suspected this particular counselor had a low opinion of me, so I'm nit surprised that she didn't even bother asking for my side of the story or an explanation. Instead, she called me out and shamed me in front of everyone until I made a public apology to Al.

What happens when one special ed student teases another one?

Spoiler: Read More...

In my 9th grade first semester PE class, I had a classmate I'll call Lenny. Lenny seemed decent enough, he was friendly towards me, and he even ran track and cross country. However, I think back and wonder if Lenny was somewhere on the spectrum before people were as aware of it as they are now. Anyways, there was another special needs student in our PE class. I'll call her Stacy. Lenny started to call Stacy a smurf, and he started to announce "Smurf alert!" and point her out to me when she'd enter the gym because she always wore a blue and white gym outfit that made her look like a smurf. Eventually, she finally told him off and the smurf alerts ended. However, Lenny still occasionally made discreet comments about it to me until the end of the semester.

 

[McAfee'sCorpse]

There were a lot of tard stories.

-Freshman in High School kicked in wall inside of gym locker room and gets suspended for 1 week-1 month. Never see him again.\

-Kid told on me for saying "Off with his head!" while holding a paper man, while holding scissors in the other hand which were near the neck

-Kid set field on fire near the school

-It rained really hard in the afternoon one day, we were in the lunch room and the kid throws a pencil at dropped ceiling and it sticks. Cafeteria devolves into chaos.

-Kid gets stomped on on the blacktop and another kid hurts his hand while playing basketball and the nurse comes out with a wheelchair.

-Kid yells at me for calling another person in Theater a "tard". She also listed her pronouns and was a massive Homestuck fan, she was in the 7th grade. Clearly a Tumblr whore.

-Kid makes a bomb threat and gets kicked out of school

 

[Bunny Tracks]

Due to a scheduling error during the first few weeks of my senior year of high school, I was put in the freshman's gym class.

Our first, I don't know, gym segment, or whatever, was on volley ball. Now, I'm a tall motherfucker. This is not me trying to brag. This is important to the story. Literally every other freshmen did not even come up to my chest, and I could easily reach above, and over the net without even trying while all the other kids in the class couldn't even remotely come close to doing that. Despite this, the teacher for some fucking reason put me smack dab right in the middle of the front row.

They quickly learned how much of a mistake that was.

Literally on the first serve, without even thinking, and I just jump up, and spike the ball and crack the thing hard into this little nerdy freshman kid's face. They dropped like sack of bricks, and while they thankfully weren't unconscious, their glasses were broken, and they had a bloody nose.

Needless to say, I felt horrible, was immediately sent to the office, and received detention for what I had done, was not allowed to participate in the freshman gym class again, but instead had to walk the track during that period, and was never allowed in the front row for anything in gym ever again, even when they finally moved me to the senior class.

 

[Android raptor]

Supposedly the only reason I was allowed to graduate and go to middle school in the end of 5th grade was because the sped teachers at my elementary school didn't want to deal with another year of me.

 

[Nondescript Autist]

I found all 4 discs from that Diablo I/II box set on a shelf in high school. I wanted to play Diablo II badly around that time and, having lost my own set (I was not familiar with acquiring games yet at this point), I took them home.

 

[Dante Alighieri]

I found all 4 discs from that Diablo I/II box set on a shelf in high school. I wanted to play Diablo II badly around that time and, having lost my own set (I was not familiar with acquiring games yet at this point), I took them home.

I did a similar thing, though I was working at a thrift store and took pictures of the CD keys for Warcraft 3 and Frozen Throne.

 

[Big Brown Schlub]

I found all 4 discs from that Diablo I/II box set on a shelf in high school. I wanted to play Diablo II badly around that time and, having lost my own set (I was not familiar with acquiring games yet at this point), I took them home.

In my country now IT class is mandatory for 5th-8th grade in primary school, but back in my day it was elective. What that meant was that those who took the class were interested in computers anyway and as a result the work we got was so pathetically easy most of the time we were done with it in 10-15 minutes. The computers had a bunch of games installed on it, the ones I remember were Diablo II, Might&Magic VII, Call of Duty United Offensive and Deus Ex, but I remember there being at least a dozen more. I actually played and beat Deus Ex during one semester of IT class. All of the copies of the games were pirated of course and if you liked a game and wanted to play it at home you could tell the teacher and she'd burn the disc(s) and give them to you on the next class, with instructions on how to install it and apply the crack.

Why yes I'm from a Slavic country, how could you tell?

 

[AnOminous]

Was anyone else here a bully who bullied teachers?

 

[OneMillionRPM]

We had a bomb threat in my freshman year. After standing around for an hour or two, out in the cold, still in my gym shorts... the "bomb" turned out to be a set of table legs bundled together.

 

[thismanlies]

>Be in high school
>There's this kid we will call "Steve"
>He's the class faggot
>Nobody likes him
>"Steve" throws a stapler at my head
>I throw a book at his
>He gets that look
>The "You done fucked up look"
>He prances out of the class room
>He doesn't actually prance
>But he could have
>The teacher walks into the class room
>"thisman, did you throw a stapler at his head?"
>I reply
>"Yes ma'am, I did"
>She asks why I did it
>I ask if "Steve" told her he threw a stapler at me
>"No he didn't"
>She leaves the classroom
>We can hear her chewing his ass
>He comes back in
>He looks upset
>I asked him what he learned from that ordeal
>He was too ashamed to answer

 

[AnOminous]

I knew the guy who spray painted a swastika on the part of the school underneath a little bridge nearby a river and it turned into a "news" story even though he painted it in the wrong direction. Incidentally he was Jewish.

 

[Android raptor]

Was anyone else here a bully who bullied teachers?

I would hit, throw shit at, and cuss out teachers from late elementary school to early high school. I was an angry little shit. Spent a good chunk of middle and early high school at an alternative school (really just daycare for problem kids) because of it.

In my defense, some of the teachers were massive cunts.

 

[Bunny Tracks]

Was anyone else here a bully who bullied teachers?

Not me personally, but literally every class I had in high school that wasn't an elective either had one, or several kids that were.

It was so bad that I was considered the "good" kid despite the fact that all I did was sleep, read, doodle, write down random song lyrics, daydream, goof off on the computer, or my phone, wander the halls, hang out in the bathrooms, and library for hours, and listen to music just because I never fucking said anything, or get into a fight with the teachers on a regular basis.

 

[FuckedUp]

When I took Logic Design the fall before everything went to shit, the syllabus said "wiring" was part of the final grade. For the first half of the course, I thought it meant my LogicWorks wiring in the assignments had to be neat (e.g few wires crossing as possible), which added an hour or two to each assignment just carefully optimizing the virtual wiring, Then it turned out it was really an hour-long IRL logic design lab where you put wires in a breadboard to connect physical logic chips. Was pretty irritated.

Another thing about the course was that every section took the exams at the same time in a big ~300-person lecture hall at 6 PM. RIP anyone who had a class at that time on those days, I guess.

 

[MysticMisty]

Was anyone else here a bully who bullied teachers?

According to Mr. Fatty that'd be a yes (mostly I just ignored him or laughed). He'd also say he had 120 different bullies every year so there you go. He wasn't entirely wrong however: nobody respected Mr. Fatty.

Not me personally, but literally every class I had in high school that wasn't an elective either had one, or several kids that were.

It was so bad that I was considered the "good" kid despite the fact that all I did was sleep, read, doodle, write down random song lyrics, daydream, goof off on the computer, or my phone, wander the halls, hang out in the bathrooms, and library for hours, and listen to music just because I never fucking said anything, or get into a fight with the teachers on a regular basis.

You could've gone to my high school. Or my middle school, especially. It was kind of a crapshoot if I was good or bad, though. Competent teachers generally liked me, I actually would pay attention, and they didn't give a shit if I drew instead of take notes, or read or played vidya after finishing my classwork. Shitty teachers pitched a fit if I so much looked like I was daydreaming even though there were way worse shitheads in class because anything less than their ideal image of the perfect student was unacceptable. There was a correlation between this and how well they taught their subject so I was a lot more inclined to give no fucks anyways.

 

[Professional Lurker]

In the middle of math class during 7th grade, we had heard a group of black students, probably about 5-6 of them, the main provocateur being someone I had thought was a fairly okay kid, ganged up on a recess supervisor, and we were basically allowed outside to see the results for some reason. He told them to stop fucking with some gym equipment, which were long, metal pipes, and what did they do? They used said pipes to attack him, but the only thing I saw on him with a really bloody nose. No idea what happened to the kids after that.