• Weird Kids At Your School v2 dude wtf are you masturbating in band class
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Damn man, and I thought I was pretty weird back then. That was nothing, compared to the shit in this thread.
well.. i remember this [U]really big strong[/U] black kid named jamal (a freshman) in my freshman year of highschool. He went around all the freshmen and asked them "did you get raped yet?" and anyone that said no, regardless of gender, he would grab them from behind, lift them in the air and hump the fuck out of their ass and then move on to the next person. if you ran, you were out run. the only right answer was yes. and thats hoping he remembers you, cause if not, SOL one time he picked up 2 people, one in each arm, thats how strong this guy was.
I have tons of weird people at my school. TyJuan: Massive black dude who fills his backpack with airsoft guns and shoots people during school. Hes been in 3 fights this week (all won, hes like 6"7 and 300 pounds). Prince: Kid masturbates in the bathroom and plays Minecraft on his ipad during class with a kid named John. John: Masturbates in the stalls and plays Minecraft w/ Prince, he brought a TASER to school and tased a staff member. Alexandrea: She basically just sits there during class and disses the teachers every once and a while. She has nothing school related in her backpack (She has a 2 liter of Coke, Doritos, Slim Jims, Candy Canes, and a alcohol flask that she claims is full of Gatorade) and she just disappears for weeks at a time every once and a while. I am afraid she has a crush on me. CJ: Fat pale ginger who pretty much worships anime. He ran a quarter of a mile in Phy. Ed before throwing up, and he sprayed himself in the face with blue spray paint (Long story), hes best friends with a girl named Nanny, and a teachers pet to a guy named Mr. Tedd. Mr. Tedd: Neckbeard Brony Librarian, He put this all over the school: [t]http://mylittlefacewhen.com/media/f/rsz/mlfw290_large.jpg[/t] and hes been trying to get his Equestria fan fictions into the library for a while. Thanks to him theres an entire section dedicated to MLP and anime in the library. He also thinks Doge is HILARIOUS. Nanny: Quiet girl, shes in my German class, but all she does is play on her computer the entire class and she stumbles on every word. She wears pants 5 sizes too small for her and her buttcrack goes about half way up her back. Mason: One of my friends, he covers absolutely EVERYTHING he eats in Sriracha (Not even joking, he had mashed potatoes with gravy and sriracha. Nothing else to say about him, he lives in the "ghetto" and was tackled by police due to a drug bust once. Trey: Kid smokes e-cigs set to max to make as much vapor as possible, he also brought a bong to school once and smoked it in the bathroom. He was arrested due to the same drug bust my friend was in AFAIK. And then theres just the assholes like me.
[QUOTE=Toro;47080985]Mr. Tedd: Neckbeard Brony Librarian, He put this all over the school: [t]http://mylittlefacewhen.com/media/f/rsz/mlfw290_large.jpg[/t] and hes been trying to get his Equestria fan fictions into the library for a while. [B]Thanks to him theres an entire section dedicated to MLP and anime in the library.[/B] [/QUOTE] Holy shit. What a waste of school money.
There were a few special ed students that were in my high school, creepy but nothing too special. (heh) I guess I was a kinda weird kid (furry, so yeah that's already a bad thing lol)...though not as weird as some. Not even close. For example, one guy was looking at fucking porn on the school computers...IN THE LIBRARY. Wide in the open. He also seemed slow. Then in an anime club my friends were in, I met this redhead who reeked of not showering for years...oh and was a furry as well. I regret telling him I was a furry; I was [I]REALLY[/I] stupid back then. He got way too attached to me for my liking...and of course naturally, he browsed furry porn in school. The rest of my friends were pretty normal nerds. Course I did stupid shit too, like tell a friend to go Google 'VCL inuki'. (Please don't, your eyes will burn)
Time to bitch about a few fucking things before getting to the funny shit. Freshmans, I fucking hate them, Why you may ask. Because all the freshman get new fucking laptops and only have to do one year of languages, and now they don't even have to take the fucking MEAP test. Like what the fuck? And in my class I have a shit ton of freshman all using their laptops for "school purposes" All they do is play minecraft and check twitter and laugh about the latest "420 MLG memes", Like are you kidding me? It makes me cringe. Alright anyways, When I was in sixth grade I was walking down the hallway. And a teacher ran out of the class next to me, She grabs me and pulls me back into the room yelling "Help me! Stop this kid!", There is a kid on the other side of the room holding a desk above his head spinning it around and then he throws it to the other side of the room yelling "Kama Kama Kazieeeee" I was like "What the fuuck?", I felt like I was in the show Criminal Minds or like 24 and I was negotiating with a terrorist. "Uh hey man what's wrong?" He picked up another desk, I tried to imitate what I saw on TV shows. Walking a bit closer, he said "Don't come any closer! I'll throw this shit" Raising the desk. "What's the problem man?" I shit you not, this is what he said, "My mom took my Nintendo", So I just talked to him about it, and eventually I got him to put the desk down and apologize to the teacher, he ended up getting suspended, but after he came back to school we become friends.
I went to high school with a dude who would, every day, without fail, take his gym shorts and his shirt off and run around in gym class in his underwear.
Okay not exactly from a weird guy (he is usually normal), but i remember that one day in a middle of a 10 people crowd, he loudly said "She is so beautiful i would lick her shit". From that day onward i keep a good distance from him if i can.
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There was this ginger pale kid in my school who was addicted to video games and porn. Poor guy was bullied all the time because he was weird as hell. He used to approach me often at school showing me all kind of game trailers and sex scenes in random video games on his phone. Today he smokes like a chimney. When he sits down while smoking, he spits every 5-10 seconds and basically leaves puddles of spit. Also he went out with us once while wearing a leather jacket with sunglasses. (AT NIGHT)
I posted most of this in the last thread, but fuck it I think it's worth posting again. In year 7 I had this friend called Jamie. I have a whole fuck load of weird stories around him from the 6 months I knew him. He left half way through the year because he was basically expelled. I'm a hundred percent sure he was autistic now I look back at the shit he did, all of which was hilarious to an 11 year old. The first time I made contact with Jamie was when me and my best friend at the time were in music, and we started laughing at him because Jamie decided to start picking bits of chewing gum of the underside of the table and shoving them in his nose. Not as bad as the first time he met one of my other friends. He was introduced to him, and within about 5 minutes, he whipped out his dick squeezed the end and said "look, it's the eye of sauron" In the library toilets, the ceiling was reasonably low. Me and couple of a friends told him to push up the roof tiles and climb around up there. He fucking did it, for about 5 seconds, as the tiles holding up preceded to give way and he fell into a stall. Another time in those toilets, he went up to a guy 3 years above us and started stroking him. He was having none of it, and Jamie got rugby tackled into the wall. Now onto some real shit. Literally. Jamie had a weird obsession with shit related shenanigans. In English one time we were laughing at the idea of taking a dump in the sink. He puts up his hand, and asks to go to the toilet. He comes back laughing and tells us he just shat in the sink. Me and my other friend find this hilarious, though we don't really believe him. So we both ask to go to the toilet. Outside, there's a couple of older kids laughing. "Don't go in there, someone's shit in the sink", one of them says. We proceed in regardless, we simply must see this with our own eyes. We look in one of the sinks, and of course, right there is a little nug of turd left by Jamie. One time he was at my friends house and he had a weird mental breakdown. He just fucking snapped. For some reason he got really pissed off with said friend, and locked him self in the bathroom for a bit. When my friend knocked in the door and shouted at him telling him to come out, Jamie opened the door, and started waving a bit of shit covered toilet paper in his face. This one's my personal favourite: In geography one time it got really fucked up. We were just doing a dumb cut and stick activity, and Jamie starts going on about keeping a shit in his pocket. What a hilarious idea. He goes to the toilet, and comes back a couple of minutes later. I notice the glue is missing, and ask him where it is. He gives it to me from his pocket. It fucking stinks. "jamie, why does the glue smell like shit" I ask him. Jamie started laughing, and shows me the end of what looks like a bunch of toilet paper. That bunch of toilet paper was actually covering up a piece of shit. Jamie had literally mummified a piece of shit and shoved it in his trouser pocket. He kept it for the whole fucking lesson. When he was walking up to the bus park, he threw it at some other kid, and it hit him in the leg. Luckily it didn't explode or anything and cover him in mummified shit. Jamie's reign at my school came to an end not long after he flipped out at one of my friends as I said above. We all started getting pissed off at his dumb shit, as we were all getting in trouble because of him too. He called our head of year a nigger, and after that it all went down hill for him and he moved schools. He added me a few years later on facebook, and we chatted for a bit. He wouldn't really talk about anything other than WoW and Runescape. In his DP he had a weird pube stache and wore a turtleneck. After a while of him asking for my runescape password, I decided I had to cut this tie, and turned off chat for him. I feel kind of bad, but he actually scares me a bit.
I remember back in 7th grade when a classmate of mine was jerking off in art class. A few people noticed and he was like "yeah I'm playin' some pocket pool."
I don't really know if it counts but this one time I was on the toilet at College during a particularly crap morning. Some guy comes in and goes into the stall next to me. As I'm sat there attempting a military-strength push, I start hearing this weird sound next to me. A particularly skin-on-skin rapid motion sound. This guy walked into a public bathroom and college and, less then 2 feet away, was whacking his dick next to me. I was fucking dumbfounded I didn't know what to do, but I'll forever regret just not showering him in toilet roll from above. So I realised that this guy just isn't stopping so I have to make my presence known and, my business having been done, I decided I would leave. I get to the door after making literally as much noise as possible, and this motherfucker was continuing undeterred, he was like audibly moaning (fucking literally going "OOOOH YEAH"). So I walk out and I sit down and sadly no one goes in to discover what he's doing. He walked out with this smug as fuck look on his face and then I never saw him again so I can only assume someone caught onto his terrible crimes shortly after. Barring that incredible experience I don't think I've really had weird kids to deal with. Except maybe that one fat guy who was pale as all hell and got really mad at me to the point of physical violence because I sat on the bench in PE next to my friend where apparently he was sitting. Fun times. still though the college bathrooms are filthy as fuck, people piss without care and hit everything and there's toilet roll fucking everywhere its the worst place to whack off ever
Well one of the people I know at my school is pretty weird like this. like every day during breakfast, he will walk up to me and talk about how he's been ddos-ing websites, browsing 8chan, and will always play the most annoying "nightcore" (or whatever the fuck it's called) full of high pitched anime girl voices that just annoys everybody around him and gets him weird looks.
[b]Rock Club[/b] I may or may not have told this story but here goes. It's less of a weird kid story, but more of a group of kids who did something really odd. I guess you could say we were all those weird kids (edited for easier reading) -The Beginning- So this was probably in 2nd or 3rd grade, maybe 4th, I don't fucking know. However, one day I decided at recess that playing on the equipment was fucking boring. So what did I do? I decided to slowly dig out a big rock that was mostly underground. I sat there, at recess, just digging fucking dirt from around the rock. About 3 recesses later, I got to the point where I could see the bottom of the rock. -The Club Starts- A bunch of the bigger kids, who where the "bullies" of my class, thought it was pretty dope so they decided to help me pull the rock out of the hole. We did this with sticks that we found around, using them as levers. Once the rock was out, everyone lost their shit. For some reason a large amount of kids thought this shit was amazing. Soon, more people decided to help me dig up rocks. There were a lot on the school grounds. We would hide the best digging and lever sticks where we could find them next recess. But it didn't stop there. We decided we were called "Rock Club" and now, bullies, nerds, and normal kids all formed a team of about 10-12. Rock Club was fucking awesome. -The Rivalry- However, all things do not end well. Another "Rock Club" formed by another group of kids. They also called themselves "Rock Club" or "The Other Rock Club". Whatever it was it made us furious, since we were the true Rock Club. We all had separate tools. Really good digging sticks that would get stolen by the other club, they were steal our trophy rocks, they would get into fights with our scouts. They would finish digging out rocks we started, prompting us to find even better digging sticks to get the rocks out in one recess. (Sometimes we had different recess times, so we couldn't be out there to protect our trophy rocks and sticks) Soon, the bullies on our side would beat up the weaker kids on their side. We would get new people to join us, but immediately have them pretend to join the other Rock club and steal their shit after a few days. Some of these kids were hunted down the most by the stick squads. -The Escalation- Shit got real. REALLY real. Multiple fights over sticks and rocks. Groups of us who would pelt the other rock club with pebbles as they were trying to dig, warding them away. We then had "defense sticks" that were actually sharpened to threaten the other kids. People did get hit by these and stabbed, but no one really got hurt that badly. Homemade slings were the last step. This is like some tribal shit going on. -The Consequences- Soon a bunch of us got in-school suspensions, and there was no recess for a week while they went through and dug up all the rocks with bulldozers and filled the holes. I still have a geode that I found during the events.
This has got to be one of the most interesting fast threads.
Well from the last thread, there was M. One of the smartest, most deathly quite kids I've ever met. He didn't talk to anyone. He just didn't talk. Not to teachers, not to any of the nicer girls in the school. No one. Was an absolute straight A on everything ever the school threw at him assignment wise. Kinda amazing tbh. I said hello to him once and he told me to fuck off.
I take music course in college and theres this girl that goes in my class and shes there exclusively to drum and everytime she has to drum she starts crying
One dude held his laptop up to his shoulders walking down the hallway, plugged his headphones in and snapped his fingers randomly
There's this one guy that always hits the desk with his head when he get's something wrong while coding. He frequently forgets his ; and other stuff, so lessons are quite percussive
I remember there was this one kid at my school in around 6th grade that was weird as hell. Seeing as I had my own problems, I used to spend a lot of time in the "special room", I don't really know what to call it. He was kind of a dick, and called me a scumbag once. I don't really blame him. The first day I saw him, he was wearing a jerry-rigged Pokemon hat he made from paper, staples, and marker. From what I knew, he really liked Pokemon, Spore, and Tinker Bell. I can agree with the first, detest but not disagree the second, but I really can't judge the last one, due to [sp]past involvements[/sp]. Also, the skin around his lips was always red from licking it. [sp]Also all the kids in my 4th period are obsessed with memes, shrek, and 420 mlg. Help me.[/sp]
There was another kid in my school who purportedly was a parkour and krav maga expert, had a dad who was on Seal Team Six, had all the major video game consoles of the time and had sex with 40+ women. The dude looked kinda like McLovin but with a patchy neckbeard and Pokemon shirts. I never had the opportunity to speak with him one on one, he would just kinda blurt this shit out in class when rude people would make fun of him.
I had to dig back this pic for you guys. There's not much story to it exept this kid wore a different coloured fedora to college each day. One day it was hella windy and the thing blew right off his head and started cartwheeling around the campus. He was chasing it for a good two minutes. [IMG]http://i59.tinypic.com/vxoyu0.jpg[/IMG] (The fedora is cream coloured and is hard to spot, but it's there) I do have some other great weird kids I encountered but I'll type them up some other time.
I fucking hate people named Alexander. In September we got a new guy in our form, Alexander. He was from a big (and way better) city, but for some reason he had to move to our small shitty town. Anyway, Alexander was chubby, with a receding hairline, always in a suit and with a tablet in hand (he hated bringing his textbooks). He'd go to school for a couple of lessons, call a taxi and drive back home. We have six lessons every day. Alexander is a trekkie, a star wars fan, a mass effect fan, a warhammer fan, and so on. He's a libertarian, he's interested in a lot of smart books. I hear his English skills are great, he was a volunteer translator during the recent olympics. He has a Vkontakte page that says it all. On his Vkontakte page (a Russian Facebook clone) you can see what it is that he likes, what groups he's in. He likes Mass Effect xenophilia and futa asaris, naked army women and hardcore porn. I do not have a Vkontakte account, but if I can see it, so can everyone. He likes older (35+) pornstars like Lisa Ann and Ava Addamns, and his wall is full of naked army women posts and reposts. Anyone who subscribed to him would get bombarded with this information. We figured he'd just go to school, last a couple of lessons, drive back home and masturbate furiously or something, relieve the tension, so to speak. He left in the middle of September, but the rumor is that he's going to return. Now that we know what (and who) it is he likes, it's going to be hard to look him in the eye. A couple of years ago (before the story above) my form and another one got merged, because we're close to graduation. Now that we have only 19 people in my form, everybody knows everybody and we have to work together. That's how I met my first Alexander. His mother is a juvenile liaison officer, he has a sister, he watches a lot of popular movies and plays tons of videogames. He also writes fanfiction about his classmates. There is this one girl who is rather attractive, with an easy-going attitude. He really, really liked her, so he wrote a story about her. A story in which she was raped. Then he wrote stories about the rest of us, turned some of us into detectives, others into mafiosos and secret agents. I was an investigator, although he couldn't spell my surname right so he changed it to Podkov instead. He ripped off a multitude of movies and videogames, from Blitz to Splinter Cell Blacklist, turning himself into a Jason Statham-like character. After several rewrites and retcons, turns out that the girl's character hadn't been raped, but merely faked an accusation because she was a super secret agent, but then got actually raped by a character resembling a popular guy from the parallel form. His stories were well received on the same social network, Vkontakte, by his older sister and their family friends. We confronted him about it one day, he hit a guy in the face with a plate of hot pilaf (rice with meat and sauce). When the situation got brought up with our form master, she called together a meeting. She gave him a choice, to either sit opposite of us or together with us. He chose to sit opposite us, of course. He laid down his terms - everyone had to call him Alex (nobody would call him that in Russian), respect him, talk to him, - in order to make him remove the stories. People had to sign an actual treaty, with their actual signatures too. Alex hasn't written stories about us since. I hear his new project is called "The Echo of History", now that his other project (he titled it with the poor girl's surname) is over. He tried to hit on another girl once, he even memorised some Pushkin. He got hit in the face by her boyfriend. One day we were discussing this whole situation during a break, he came by, turned to me and said: "Be thankful I didn't kill [i]your[/i] character." I fucking hate people named Alexander.
[QUOTE=Demeschik;47081719]I fucking hate people named Alexander. (story).[/QUOTE] Holy fuck. It's like he's my evil twin. I used to write stories with my classmates in them, but that was in like kindergarden so everyone was p cool with it and there was DEFINITELY no rape.
[QUOTE=PaperBurrito;47081753]Holy fuck. It's like he's my evil twin. I used to write stories with my classmates in them, but that was in like kindergarden so everyone was p cool with it and there was DEFINITELY no rape.[/QUOTE] He was sixteen during his story phase.
There was this high-functioning autistic kid at my high school that played trombone in band (was always one note behind in everything), his weird autistic trait was actually pretty cool but could get really annoying... We'd tell him a date in time and he'd all of a sudden start doing an entire commentary on whatever sports game went on that day. From start to finish. [sp]we did it a lot[/sp]
Oh and there was a girl at my school who cut herself, dated my best friend, dumped him a week later after he refused sex, dated a weed dealer, fucked him in the supply closet in the middle of French class (the teacher had to raise his voice so we could hear the lesson), got addicted, got her sister addicted, and got sent to boarding school after her boyfriend was arrested for dealing. Crazy shit.
Boy, do I have a story for you guys. This happened back in junior high, I had just failed year 7 and did my second run on this shit. At that age, a year of age difference fucking mattered and I got to be the cool, older kid. I got to act mature and shit, which in turn provoked some of the glue-stick munchers in my class to act extra-spergy in some weird attempt to maintain the fucked up balance of this retarded universe that was our classroom. But I'm not going to talk about the hyperactive kid that our teacher seated me next to in some weird attempt to cancel out his excess of energy with my calm nature. He just periodically banged his head hard on his desk and frantically licked that gum-riddled, snot smeared abomination. That is basic level shit. I'm not about to come into this discussion without bringing a good amount of feces. There was another 'weird kid', some scrawny little guy with that weird kind of glasses that magnifies your eyes like fuck, the kind they only ever seem to prescribe to people who have eaten a sufficient amount of play-dough and grass in kindergarten. He was kinda quiet but also rude as fuck! I tried to be friendly towards him since there seemed to be nothing really wrong with him and he always barked something like: "Shut yer trap, -my last name-". It was as if he knew he was 'weird kids I knew at school' material and thought that, if he could somehow ward off people with rude comments, he would avoid getting his moment, the one where his true nature compelled him to do something retarded. If he could just keep people of his back, he might never embarrass himself, but weird kids ALWAYS have their moment. He was so fucking tense all the time, it was like a roll of Pop n' Fresh that hadn't burst after the first bashing, just waiting to have some retarded shenanigans spill from him. One day, we were having art class and everybody was goofing about. It was a long day, with some extra hours of PE in the afternoon, so everybody had already mentally switched to running and jumping around, in our minds, we were far away already, killing off the last minutes telling jokes and such nonsense. I was talking to the glasses kid and some other guy and they started making funny noises. First it was just the belching. Glasses Kid must have KNOWN that he was walking on thin ice, playing games like this, but he timidly mimicked the other kids noises. Then the other kid did fake farts and glasses couldn't hold back. He had to trump this move and he let out the most careful, timid actual fart you could possibly imagine. Everyone laughed at that sorry attempt at flatulence, until we smelled it. It was fucking RANCID, enough to make you gag. Everyone backed away, but Glasses blushed and smiled some awkward smile. He was about to do it, his moment was neigh and he felt the pressure to do something retarded that he could not hold back for much longer. With everyone around him repelled by his fart cloud, he twisted his face into a strained expression, overwhelmed by all those emotions, as he fucking did it. He forcefully squeezed out another fart that was immediately, quite audibly muffled by a turd. Glases kid recoiled from his seat and wordlessly darted out of the room, too quick for anyone to read his expression or realize what had happened. At this point only me and the other kid were aware of the situation, the rest of the class just smelled the ungodly fart he had unleashed. When Glasses hadn't come back for about 10 minutes, me and the other kid decided to investigate. We asked permission to leave and stepped out in the hallway. Now, for most, this was the last lesson for the day and soon the now-dead hallway would be crowded with people. But at that moment nobody but the two of us was there to see the trail of shit leading to the bathroom door, opposite from that of our classroom. He must have pulled his pants down, carpet bombing the tiled floor with mushy bits of feces as he ran. And the fucking SMELL of it all. It got worse when we got to the boys room. Not just the smell, the horror of it as well. Now, there was some strange fascination about following this fecal trail, like we were investigating the traces left by some sort of diarrheic Sasquatch. But you didn't need the skill required to track a crypto-zoological marvel to conclude that he shat into the nearest sink as soon as he made it. The only question was, where to the kid had vanished. Following the smell, we found him locked into one of the stalls. When we asked if he was okay, he just answered 'Y-Yes! Shut up! I'm fine, go away'. Shrugging, we went back to grab his duffle bag and fetch his sports gear to change into which we slid under the door to his stall. 'W-What am I supposed to do with this?' - 'You know, because this whole shitting yourself thing' - 'S-Shutup, what are you on about? Nobody's shit themselves' We kind of left him to himself then. But did he call in sick? Did he ask permission to leave? Did he change into his sports gear? No, of course not! He was determined to eliminate all evidence of shitting himself with impenetrable denial. THERE WAS A LITERAL TRAIL OF SHIT LEADING UP TO HIM that he denied having shat. And of course he didn't have to go home, because he didn't have diarrhea, and the unbearable aura of unhealthy shit stench was just in all of our heads. And of course he was fit to do PE with us. While the rest of us changed in the locker room, he had ran off again, so me and the other kid went to check on him, in the only place he was likely to be. Locked in the boys room. We tried to reason with him, tried to convince him, that everybody knew anyway, that nobody was even making fun of him and that he could go home because the teacher said so. But when we peeked under the door, he was wiping liquid shit off of his legs and we bailed. By that time he had become some sort of abominable sewage demon, he was literally covered in shit that had merely been wiped off. He came late for PE, smelling like he had showered in fucking shit. Which he pretty much had. I threw my towel when we were required to do workouts in pairs that involved physical contact. Just the possibility of getting paired off with him sent me out of class and straight home, I just fucking bailed. The End.
[QUOTE=PaperBurrito;47081824]fucked him in the supply closet in the middle of French class (the teacher had to raise his voice so we could hear the lesson)[/QUOTE] what the fuck
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