Weird Kids At Your School v2 dude wtf are you masturbating in band class
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what the fuck is wrong with your guys' schools
seriously we didn't really have anyone too weird. I'm actually racking my brain to think of really off kids and can't, other than a couple SpEd kids who honestly never did anything wrong and who everyone treated with as much respect as possible. There was always the anime club kids who were 9/10 times ugly as balls and smelly and one wore a fox tail but that's literally it.
We never had students wrestle with teachers and the school would be totally fine with some kid wearing a pasta strainer on his head. Hell, I had to do a presentation on Aliens in film for my English class and said "fuck it" and wore a bloodsoaked shirt with a chestburster coming out to all of my classes and not once was I told to take it off. Everyone seemed to love it, staff included. Was I just blessed to have a decent school?
Honestly I was probably one of the most open weird kids but as far as I can tell it was pretty damn warmly received. I did stunts like that for one reason or another every couple of months and was not once bullied for it and honestly people usually complimented me.
That being said, whenever I browse this thread I always worry that I'll, somehow, pop up. So imagine what went through my head when I got to this post
[QUOTE=Glitchman;47212586][b]Max[/b]
Holy fuck I can't believe I forgot about this guy.[/QUOTE]
It wasn't me, but damn, I was worried for a second
[QUOTE=bdd458;47264847]One day in high school before homeroom, I was hanging out in the lunchroom with some friends. It was fairly loud, as a lot of people hang out in there during the winter.
Out of nowhere, this black kid with short bleached blonde hair starts screaming KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! at the top of his lungs.
Both lunchrooms were dead silent, and one of the campus security dudes just slowly walked up to him and took him to the principal of that particular building (the high school i went to is like a college campus, there was 8 or so buildings).
Once security left with him no one could stop laughing.[/QUOTE]
Why are black people so into Dragon Ball Z?
[QUOTE=LTJGPliskin;47272542]Why are black people so into Dragon Ball Z?[/QUOTE]
dunno
just back then it was the hottest shit to me and some others when toonami was airing it
whenever there was some little pretend game someone always wanted to be super mario or gohan
I'm going to cheat by focusing on teachers instead of students.
I like strict teachers, and I don't think "strict" is synonymous with "asshole" or anything like that. Having a sturdy framework of policies and enforcing them prevents people from walking all over you. Accommodations for people who were legitimately unable to do classwork is totally fine and doesn't break the framework, but I've had teachers who took "accommodations" to a whole new level.
I had a Spanish teacher who was inept. She never drew the line anywhere when it came to just about anything. The class was always uncontrollable and downright insulting to her, and she never enforced things like deadlines. Presentations were always god awful, but she was always impressed, even if they had to do it [I]a week later[/I] for stupid reasons.
Near the end of the year, she started sending a couple people out to the dean, but it was in vein and no one ever cared or took her seriously. People in the class, at that point, thought she was a joke and loved the class clowns that took over the class room and slowed down lessons to grinding halt. I think someone wrote something gross on the whiteboard, something like "I lick my sister's meat" in butchered Spanish, and her reaction was just to erase it and say nothing. It irritated the hell out of me.
She would always say stuff like, "I don't have time for your macaroni", "Shake your macaroni", "Move your macaroni", etc. It was always something about macaroni.
My Physics teacher introduced herself to the class by showing off her cat and MMORPG character in a PowerPoint. I think the MMORPG began with the letter "L" or something, but she went on about how she'd slam through nights in that thing in a way that came off as really awkward. I slam through nights of TF2, so I won't judge her for playing games, but she explained her MMORPG character almost as her identity.
She did exactly the same things as the Spanish teacher, except my Spanish teacher didn't have my douchebag of a friend.
My friend came into class with a wireless keyboard and mouse that he plugged into the computer when she wasn't looking. He absolutely trashed the lesson by closing out of programs on the projected computer, skipping around in the announcements, etc.
Every month, we had our notebooks checked to see if we had all of our hand-outs and assignments done. If it was, she'd check it off, so when the notebooks were turned in at the end of the semester, it would be entered as an official grade. You could still do it if it wasn't marked, but you'd get what we thought was a massive deduction of a grade. The same friend turned in an empty notebook time after time, until the last week before the end of the semesters, when it would be completely filled with blatantly copied notes. He passed the semester with a B.
She was regularly insulted by students regarding a number of things, and was essentially trolled all semester long. I remember someone stopped one of the first lectures to say, "Hey, I think we've had enough of this physics stuff. Let's hear more about your hottie of a video game character. Can I add you as a friend? I'm a level 90 monster in my real life." to which she nervously laughed off and rolled with as if he wasn't antagonizing her and we weren't laughing at her.
People kept spreading rumors about how she lived out of a trailer after a painful divorce and all kinds of bullshit. She knew about these rumors, but never wanted to address them, never wanted to go to the source, and just put up with it. People picked on her for being obese, for being old, for being a loser, for being all kinds of things and she did absolutely nothing.
A month or two before the end of the semester, that same dude was acting unusually okay and not causing the lessons to spiral downward. I think he asked about a variable in an equation which caused her to lose her mind and start screaming at the top of her lungs, yelling, "How dare you? Get out of my classroom and go straight to the dean! You're going to suffocate with the amount of detention you're gonna get! I've had it with your stupid jokes!" He went to the dean, who had to come down to the classroom because no one knew what was going on. He asked her what was up, and she was forced to apologize to the student and got scolded by the faculty. She kept quiet for the rest of the semester.
It's very awkward to see your Spanish teacher be so outside of the loop and your physics teacher become the bullied nerd. I tried my best to be nice to the Physics teacher specifically, which I think worked most of the time, but at the same time I was so tired of her letting people walk all over her that I didn't feel sorry.
not necessarily a weird thing but in 9th grade our last class teacher left the school (she was a cunt) and our teacher told us about it
"sadly ms. X won't be here anymore--" the second the sentence was uttered
one of my classmates stands up and begins clapping loudly in the silence
no1 joins
the teacher just gazes at him and says [I]"Not. [B]Funny.[/B]"[/I]
quality entertainment
[QUOTE=erkor;47275115]not necessarily a weird thing but in 9th grade our last class teacher left the school (she was a cunt) and our teacher told us about it
"sadly ms. X won't be here anymore--" the second the sentence was uttered
one of my classmates stands up and begins clapping loudly in the silence
no1 joins
the teacher just gazes at him and says [I]"Not. [B]Funny.[/B]"[/I]
quality entertainment[/QUOTE]
We had teacher straight up tell us our class was the reason one of our former teachers committed suicide. We never got confirmation whether he actually committed suicide though, and since he was married to one of our other teachers we'd have noticed.
When I was in 9th grade we had this kid in 7th grade lets call him J, that was absolutely nuts.
One day when we had german class he rushed into the classroom out of nowhere and screamed as high as he could "HEIL HITLER LARUA!!" (Larua was my german teacher in 9th grade, and is a german native.) and proceeded to fuck up half the classroom and then jumped out a window that was open.
During winter he once took in this huge ice block large as a small computer tower and started to play football with it in the school hallways, he accidently hit a teacher that fell to the concrete floor and seriously hurt his leg.
One day J was caught smoking nearby my old schools garbage dumpster and my english teacher went to him to tell him to stop smoking as it was school property and on school ground. J said "fuck off cunt" pretty much so our teacher took the ciggarette with force and put it out. J went completely berserk and started to assault our english teacher untill our english teacher got him under control.
That day J got really fucking mad and left school for two weeks.
Remember the dumpster I talked about? He smoked more and once decided to butt his ciggarette in the dumpster thinking "whats the worst that can happend?" An hour later the whole dumpster was on fire and the school had to be evacuated. They never officially found who was guilty, but I and probably 40 more people on school knew who it was.
In high school we had this classmate who was likely severely autistic, let's call him Will. In class we had this electric pencil sharpener, you know the ones - just push the pencil in and it does all the work with a loud whirr.
This guy's drawing some shit, needs to sharpen his pencil. He forgot his pencil sharpener so he walks over to the electric one. Next thing you know, a burning stench fills the classroom, and I turn to behold Will, panicking as he somehow managed to be incompetent enough to set the sharpener on fire in his attempt to use it.
[QUOTE=Kahgarak;47280525]In high school we had this classmate who was likely severely autistic, let's call him Will. In class we had this electric pencil sharpener, you know the ones - just push the pencil in and it does all the work with a loud whirr.
This guy's drawing some shit, needs to sharpen his pencil. He forgot his pencil sharpener so he walks over to the electric one. Next thing you know, a burning stench fills the classroom, and I turn to behold Will, panicking as he somehow managed to be incompetent enough to set the sharpener on fire in his attempt to use it.[/QUOTE]
I wanna know the details, man. How'd he do it?
[QUOTE=Kahgarak;47280525]In high school we had this classmate who was likely severely autistic, let's call him Will. In class we had this electric pencil sharpener, you know the ones - just push the pencil in and it does all the work with a loud whirr.
This guy's drawing some shit, needs to sharpen his pencil. He forgot his pencil sharpener so he walks over to the electric one. Next thing you know, a burning stench fills the classroom, and I turn to behold Will, panicking as he somehow managed to be incompetent enough to set the sharpener on fire in his attempt to use it.[/QUOTE]
Duuuuuuuuuuude
I'm impressed.
[QUOTE=wauterboi;47280531]I wanna know the details, man. How'd he do it?[/QUOTE]
I have no idea. It was in the back of the room and the teacher was explaining some shit to someone, so everyone missed it. I wish I'd seen it happen - maybe he, I don't know, pushed it in too hard? But that doesn't tend to set those things on fire. Maybe the sharpener was faulty somehow? It's a mystery.
[QUOTE=Kahgarak;47280525]In high school we had this classmate who was likely severely autistic, let's call him Will. In class we had this electric pencil sharpener, you know the ones - just push the pencil in and it does all the work with a loud whirr.
This guy's drawing some shit, needs to sharpen his pencil. He forgot his pencil sharpener so he walks over to the electric one. Next thing you know, a burning stench fills the classroom, and I turn to behold Will, panicking as he somehow managed to be incompetent enough to set the sharpener on fire in his attempt to use it.[/QUOTE]
Oh I remember those things.
In my old school the science room used to have one of those, and it USED to have a million pencils for people to use. But whenever the teacher left the room, people would just stand at the sharpener, sharpening all the pencils in the room till they were all a little smaller than this.
[IMG]http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/electronics/detail-page/B0014CI10E_img_oversharpening.jpg[/IMG]
This continued on until the staff eventually demanded you bring your own pencils.
[QUOTE=samuel2213;47280928]Oh I remember those things.
In my old school the science room used to have one of those, and it USED to have a million pencils for people to use. But whenever the teacher left the room, people would just stand at the sharpener, sharpening all the pencils in the room till they were all a little smaller than this.
[IMG]http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/electronics/detail-page/B0014CI10E_img_oversharpening.jpg[/IMG]
This continued on until the staff eventually demanded you bring your own pencils.[/QUOTE]
That's actually really annoying.
i smoked weed last night with a really weird mormon kid who goes to my school
There was this black kid named Willy that was in my 7th grade class. He always wanted to fight someone for no reason, and I guess his needs finally caught up with him, because during my math period one day in middle school we're taking a test, and through the dead silence I hear him say "IMA KICK DIS KIDS AYSS" and he walks up to some random seated kid and just straight up punches him in the face and leaves.
So I got some more gold for you. This is recent, too. Today and yesterday, more to come tomorrow, probably.
It all started yesterday. My friends and I were sitting at lunch and being stupid. We have this thing where we throw french-fries at eachother for fun and shitty laughs. Why? I don't know, but seeing a greasy fry stain a shirt is pretty funny. It's all in good faith, though. Anyways, I went in for a throw at my friend, but I missed, bad. There was this group of kids, not the cream of the crop of what my school has to offer, on the other side of the wall where my table is. Long story short, the fry hit a Black kid who was pretty fucking hood. The type to K'o you in the hallways while you're walking. I almost shit myself when I heard him say, "Yo, who the fuck through this french fry?". n my school, our cafeteria is set up like a cafe. Individual booths divided by a small wall, about 4 1/2 feet high. Enough for you to have privacy while you eat, but if you raise your body by a few inches, can see over the side. Needless to say, I ran as fast as I could to the other side of the cafeteria, leaving my friends to fend for themselves.
As I watch from the other side of the cafeteria, the kid starts squaring up on a few of my friends. This goes on for like 15 minutes. I felt bad, but was afraid I'd be punched. After a while, my friend, let's call him C, rats me out. Thus began the mad dash throughout the cafeteria as they looked for my sorry ass. I end up taking refuge at a table where I am cool with a couple of 6'2+ guys.
Quicker than I thought, they found me. And my friends were both scared and dying of laughter at the same time. Along with like the entire hood up my ass. The kid who wants to fight me looks me in the eye at the foot of the table and says, "Nigga if you fucking throw a fry at me again I will break your thick ass glasses."
And, "Stop fucking laughing, boy. Deadass squareup right now, son."
Eventually, they left. And it took me till the end up the period to retrieve my bookbag, which got space-bagged by them.
[I]That was the first day. [/I] I'll post more later.
So i was sitting in class today and the person next to me asked the person next to him if he could have a pencil. The guy reached into the side pocket of his backpack and gave him some cornbread.
There was this one guy in one of my college programming classes. He wasn't extremely weird, but he was always butting into conversations with completely irrelevant stuff while smiling like an idiot. It was a little sad though. The class had some prerequisites, but he clearly had no idea what was going on in it. Sometimes, while smiling, he would ask how other people were doing on fairly easy assignments. It really seemed like he was expecting everyone to have as much trouble as he was.
He stopped me in the hallway the next semester and asked how I did in the class. I told him I did well, and he smiled and said he failed.
I do hope that he manages to figure things out though.
[QUOTE=SamPerson123;47306929]There was this one guy in one of my college programming classes. He wasn't extremely weird, but he was always butting into conversations with completely irrelevant stuff while smiling like an idiot. It was a little sad though. The class had some prerequisites, but he clearly had no idea what was going on in it. Sometimes, while smiling, he would ask how other people were doing on fairly easy assignments. It really seemed like he was expecting everyone to have as much trouble as he was.
He stopped me in the hallway the next semester and asked how I did in the class. I told him I did well, and he smiled and said he failed.
I do hope that he manages to figure things out though.[/QUOTE]
There's actually a type of social disorder where they don't how to respond with appropriate topics in conversation; like if one kid says his grandmother is in the hospital, the kid would say "sometimes I visit my grandma during Christmas".
Sometimes I think that elementary schools should have mandatory classes to teach about disabilities, so that students know what's up with some people and don't just say "oh its that weird kid"
[B][I]The Film[/I][/B]
There was this girl in my video production class that wanted to make a movie. You could tell she was committed, definitely had a love for visual media. She had written a script all out on paper, and had written it so that each page represented 60 seconds of screentime, and meticulously put it together.
My (at the time) girlfriend and I thought what she was trying to do was really cool, and she asked if maybe we could help in some way. We were happy to.
A few days later, the girl came up to us during the class and asked my girlfriend to type up some of the script into a digital document. (the notebook she had written it in was the only copy so far). She said sure, and we started reading through it.
Now I don't remember too much about it, except for a few things.
I can say for sure that it must have been the [U]most angst-y script ever written.[/U] It started out where one character approaches another, who is laying on a part of a playground. Basically, the playground person tells the other one to leave them alone through a series of wordy, over-deep phrases about how the playground held memories for them.
The phrase that stuck in my mind went something like "What is a memory? Nothing but a painful reminder of the past."
The two characters names were:
[I]Tum[/I] and [I]Blr[/I]
One guy in my class is my friend but sometimes I just want to punch him in the face. He's a metal fan and has long blonde hair and a beard and he's small and a bit fat so he looks like a dwarf. He is a nice person but can be very obnoxious.
First of all, he picks his nose and eats his boogers. People have addressed this to him but he doesn't seem to care. We are in 12th class and he is 25 years old.
He also breathes through his mouth and it's fucking annoying because you can hear it (I don't blame him for this because it might be a medical issue but it still adds to his annoying behavior).
Then there's his low standards for EVERYTHING. He watched every movie and constantly brings up random movies and talks about them even if nobody knows them or wants to hear about them. He finds about every girl he sees hot and gazes after them so everyone notices it and gives him attention. When he hears something vaguely funny he will laugh, repeat it and do so for the next weeks until you tell him to stop.
If he isn't getting enough attention he will say something that will make an unsuspecting individual with a kind soul engage in a conversation. He always uses the same phrases. It hurts to watch him do this on someone who hasn't known him for long.
Oh and he likes to play metal songs on his phone and then look around the room expectantly as if he wants to get someones attention. Luckily he has not succeeded yet. It's always like a small victory when he does that and everyone ignores him. But that doesn't seem to make it through his thick skull. He usually whistles the song for a few seconds and says one of his shitty attention phrases.
He is also naive. Recently, he started drawing and told me that he wants to get professional. When I asked him if he has watched/read any tutorials or if he has mastered basic shapes and perspective yet he answered with no. In the following days he drew half naked girls and showed them to everyone INCLUDING SEVERAL TEACHERS.
He draws during the lessons, constantly gets out his phone and checks his whatsapp, no teacher notices and he manages to get better grades than me.
Did I mention he's always late? He doesn't care. He just laughs about it like it's some kind of running gag. Probably to get attention.
I'm not against cheerful people but this person is just beyond tolerable. I and some others have caught ourselves acting unusually grumpy in his presence. He just has that effect on you.
He has ~400 female friends on facebook.
He recently met two hot girls who can't get enough of his dwarven dick and he started showing me (and everyone else) his whatsapp chats where they tell him their fantasies and shit and he tells everyone when he's had sex and shows off the scratches on his back. Every time he does this I have to imagine a hairy, nose picking, mouth breathing dwarf having sweaty sex with a hot girl and I just lose faith in myself and humanity and any god that might be out there.
The mad pussy he's been getting has also had an effect on his personality. He is twice as bad as usual. Kill me
Maybe not weird...or maybe it's kind of extreme. but i remember a time in secondary school i was in class just listening until i heard lots of laughing across a few rooms with one of the jock kids running down the hall at full speed...with a Dildo!
Now this was on the 2nd floor (or whatever americans call the floor up from the ground) where the floors were carpetted, but wooden and the hallways echoed a bit. he apparently went into a girls bag, dumped it out then twisted it inside out. he looked at the pile of stuff and found an electric dildo. still vaguely remember him saying "It's a bird, it's a plane. No, it's.....DILDOMAN!", think the teacher got angry at him or something, since he was running the shit through the halls fast as hell.
If we can post about work there was this one dude who in the break room started telling me about weird shit like mutants and media control making us conditioned for the next step in evolution. He then taught me about our history with aliens and planet x
I couldn't tell if he was fucking with me or not because he 1;1 described the subplot to aliens vs predator
So last week, one of my friends bought himself a taser.
He has been going around school pointing it and people and playing jokes with it he hasn't stunned anyone as far as I know. I know you guys hate these kind of people.
So we are leaving high school, the guard opens the front gate and as soon as we are outside, my friend appears and scares me off with the taser. We start talking, some friends join in, and then I notice a police checkpoint-roadblock right next to school.
The state has been "unsafe" over the past years, so police has been replaced for heavily armored cops. They set up a small checkpoint outside school after some gunshots were heard (someone got mugged or maybe a deal went wrong, who knows).
It was a friday so I left as soon as my friends joined the conversation, and as I leave, I can still hear my friend pulling jokes with the taser.
Eventually I just hear something among "PUT THAT SHIT DOWN!" and then I hear someone being knocked down.
My bet is that he might have scared by accident one of the policemen walking around school and he almost got detained. Luckily nothing went any further than telling him to not use it randomly.
My friend is kinda dumb, I'm afraid he is gonna use the taser as soon as he gets the chance and will probably kill someone by accident or maybe someone is gonna just steal it from him.
[QUOTE=Plucky;47312943]Maybe not weird...or maybe it's kind of extreme. but i remember a time in secondary school i was in class just listening until i heard lots of laughing across a few rooms with one of the jock kids running down the hall at full speed...with a Dildo!
Now this was on the 2nd floor (or whatever americans call the floor up from the ground) where the floors were carpetted, but wooden and the hallways echoed a bit. he apparently went into a girls bag, dumped it out then twisted it inside out. he looked at the pile of stuff and found an electric dildo. still vaguely remember him saying "It's a bird, it's a plane. No, it's.....DILDOMAN!", think the teacher got angry at him or something, since he was running the shit through the halls fast as hell.[/QUOTE]
That actually sucks ass for whoever originally had it though. Still shouldn't have brought it to school in the first place. That's fucked up.
[editline]12th March 2015[/editline]
Also, Americans call the second floor the second floor. :v:
[QUOTE=MilkBagz;47313112]That actually sucks ass for whoever originally had it though. Still shouldn't have brought it to school in the first place.
[editline]12th March 2015[/editline]
Also, Americans call the second floor the second floor. :v:[/QUOTE]
Every elevator I've been in the one where I live calls the bottom floor 1, while my building's old ass elevator calls it the lobby.
Anyway OT
There was this guy in my history class last year who asked questions about every fucking topic brought up and derailed the class with debates about ethics in history with the professor and shit. It seemed like he knew his shit well.
That is until we were passing back tests and I glanced at his score
43%
How do you fucking even.
Hey got one story now and one for tomorrow. So now in High school, we had this project in english were we had to write an article about a country that had english connections and/or english as their main language. The group I was in was pretty nice, except that we had this girl that is somewhat awkward, called L.
L is a basically a girl version of a stereotypical boy "nerd-virgin" that somehow manage to say the most cringe worthy shit in a very nasal voice. So we were sitting at our computers looking at our english article and being proud of it and we gave her one simple task which was to write a nice front page since we were finished with the rest of the article. The front page was supposed to have a small picture of the irish flag and some text below it, looking like a book cover. Basically a job any idiot could do.
What she instead does is to take this huge picture of the irish flag on the front cover and then put "source google" in corner, destroying the whole front page and our english grades in the process.
This thread is gold, so I'd like to share some rather interesting occurrences during my time in the 7th grade locker room. First off let's start off with some characters. Let's call them:
Pickle and Carrot
So, when we were getting dressed, Carrot had pissed off Pickle and decided to hide in that one hellhole they call a bathroom stall. Carrot had made a terrible mistake. Pickle grabs his legs, [I]pulls him out from under the stall[/I] and begins humping him for no discernible reason.
No questions were asked. We all just observed.
There was a large overweight man in my school who seemed to wear the same shirt and pants every day. By some miracle, I never noticed his body odor, but regardless of hygienic issues, he was an absolute pain in the rear. He believed himself to be a proper friend of myself and another quirky furry girl who, aside from wearing a tail on occasion, was relatively tame.
Every single time he met with us, he told us a story about how his female cousin stabbed an aggressor in the dick hole with a pencil. Every. Single. Time. Even if there were not any unfamiliar people around, even if it was just the two of us, he would boast over the putrid story as if it were some sort of alien greeting. I haven't a clue as to whatever happened to him, but eventually he just stopped approaching us.
In one of my literature classes, the teacher showed [I] The Boy in the Striped Pajamas[/I].
After the screen faded to black, one kid thought that the Nazis had turned all the Jews into clothes.
[QUOTE]Final frame of the movie.
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/FVSNbgt.png[/IMG][/QUOTE]
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