Weird Kids At Your School v2 dude wtf are you masturbating in band class
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[QUOTE=WhiteHusky;47828890]I don't follow you.
This is some random document I found in the drive root and I'm considering sharing amongst you people, not the whole school system. I even try prevent decreditation with this kind of stuff and remove any identifying information just so it looks like some random unknown person in an unknown class wrote it.[/QUOTE]
Ahh, you were sharing it elseware, haha
Got one of those fucking weirdos at my uni. Wears a trenchcoat in 80 degree weather, fedora, neckbeard, and smells like fucking shit.
[editline]28th May 2015[/editline]
oh also one time I was on my way back from a comedy show in the middle of the night. I was on an elevated path going back to my dorm and there was a large field to my left where people usually play games and shit.
It was pitch black so I couldn't see much but the little I did see there was a circle of people all wearing black robes, or so it seemed. P much the cult thing in Hot Fuzz.
[QUOTE=Scratch.;47829093]Ahh, you were sharing it elseware, haha[/QUOTE]
Personally still not the most morally right way to do things, but it's better than posting it in a place where the person will very likely see it amongst other students resulting in discreditation.
the other day I found out that there used to be this kid who was fuckin [I]nuts[/I] that went to my school. Like having random episodes where he ran on the desks and screaming fuckin nuts. Teachers thought he was a drug addict, so they expelled him (without actually having any hard evidence of him possessing drugs). Turns out he was schizophrenic.
[I]woops.[/I]
Once I was going to lesson after break and on the way there this kid (which I'm not even kidding here, acts like a wolf) grabbed my arm whilst snarling at me, then began scratching it as if he was trying to hurt me. His friends dragged him off me and said something along the lines of "Let's go Werewolf" and then left, of course I laughed afterwards.
[QUOTE=Unique_mask;47877622]Once I was going to lesson after break and on the way there this kid (which I'm not even kidding here, acts like a wolf) grabbed my arm whilst snarling at me, then began scratching it as if he was trying to hurt me. His friends dragged him off me and said something along the lines of "Let's go Werewolf" and then left, of course I laughed afterwards.[/QUOTE]
>There's a weaboo/edgy girl at my school (not the one that traces slugbox) who pretends to be a vampire with her equally dark and edgy boyfriend. They both have long greasy hair and mutter things under their breath when they walk by people.
I work at a school. I see and hear some of the strangest shit. I swear. One day I watched some girl walk into class with a wizards hat on. Not a cheap Halloween costume hat. I'm talking full on Homemade wizard hat. The best thing I have ever heard though involved a group of teenage girls and one nerdy dude sitting at a table studying. Out of the blue this guy looks at the girl next to him and says, "If you lean close enough you should be able to smell my old spice." It got really quiet. I wanted so badly to pat the bloke on the shoulder and comfort him. She looked at him and said, "Uh... no." Most awkward five seconds of silence ever.
I had an intellectually bankrupt kid (severe autism) in my third-grade stand up in the middle of an assembly amidst the entire school sitting down. He faced everyone, and during his few seconds of limelight he enlightened us with the following question,
[B][I]"Where my underwear?"[/I][/B]
He progressively started saying this louder and more incredulously as his handlers scrambled to sit him down. He was finally calmed down by one of the police officers leading the assembly.
That was only the start of Paul's shenanigans. I have more stories - the latter is just the tip of the iceberg.
In grade school the special ed hq was right next to the bathroom so the sped kids were allowed to go into the bathrooms unsupervised. This led to a lot of interesting situations where the speds would be laying on the ground with pants down/pissing everywhere/shitting on the floor etc. :suicide:
[QUOTE=WrathOfCat;47880165]In grade school the special ed hq was right next to the bathroom so the sped kids were allowed to go into the bathrooms unsupervised. This led to a lot of interesting situations where the speds would be laying on the ground with pants down/pissing everywhere/shitting on the floor etc. :suicide:[/QUOTE]
I was once in the bathroom in a similar situation. The special education staff let a gaggle of special snowflakes into the bathroom in a herd while I was taking a pooper. They must have seen my feet under the stall door so they began knocking, and later, tossing damp toilet paper over the door. I just waited on the toilet until the staff escorted them out.
I came out of that stall to see piss running through the cracks in the floor tiles - it was fucking everywhere. It doesn't end there.
A half-smashed turd was inside the urinal farthest from the door. The teacher must not have noticed it due to the distance. Half of it seemed hastily pinched out into the urinal and the other half drooped over onto the floor, plopping itself onto the ground.
I later noticed that I had poop caked into the ridges in the bottom of my shoe. I must have stepped in it on the way out. I had to pick it out with a pencil.
Anyone else have that one group of kids at their school that insist on giving each other titles like mother, father, daughter, and son? There was a group of girls that did that all the time. Nothing made me cringe more than when one fourteen year old would run up to another and say something like, "MOM! So and so is being me to me." The response was always something like, "Son be nice to daughter." I hated it.
[QUOTE=Joben;47881428]Anyone else have that one group of kids at their school that insist on giving each other titles like mother, father, daughter, and son? There was a group of girls that did that all the time. Nothing made me cringe more than when one fourteen year old would run up to another and say something like, "MOM! So and so is being me to me." The response was always something like, "Son be nice to daughter." I hated it.[/QUOTE]
that sounds fucking creepy
[QUOTE=Joben;47881428]Anyone else have that one group of kids at their school that insist on giving each other titles like mother, father, daughter, and son?.[/QUOTE]
Kinda related but in grade 6 me and this other kid used to always call this one guy Mr.President always addressing him like "How was your day Mr.President!" or playing tag "I'll save you sir!" bodyguard sacrifice style jumping before both doing the anthem theme and marching around like asshats, he used to get so fucking mad about it.
[QUOTE=Joben;47881428]Anyone else have that one group of kids at their school that insist on giving each other titles like mother, father, daughter, and son? There was a group of girls that did that all the time. Nothing made me cringe more than when one fourteen year old would run up to another and say something like, "MOM! So and so is being me to me." The response was always something like, "Son be nice to daughter." I hated it.[/QUOTE]
That was pretty common when I was in highschool. It didn't go as far as you'd explained though, people just joked around like that, and sometimes had each other added as family members on Facebook for shits and giggles. I was my best friend's dad.
[QUOTE=MilkBagz;47881728]That was pretty common when I was in highschool. It didn't go as far as you'd explained though, people just joked around like that, and sometimes had each other added as family members on Facebook for shits and giggles. I was my best friend's dad.[/QUOTE]
i used to be my friend's mom
until she became my girlfriend
then it was just weird when i thought about it
[QUOTE=NixNax123;47882008]i used to be my friend's mom
until she became my girlfriend
then it was just weird when i thought about it[/QUOTE]
It's alright, I'm pretty sure my friend/son's girlfriend was the mother of our other friend, who was also the father of my friend/son.
In my last semester at high school our Philosophy teacher told us that if nobody failed the first partial exam he would come to school wearing nothing but a toga and sandals. We all decided to work together and the entire class made groups of study, guides and lots of stuff just so everyone passed the first test, in the end our teacher did show up wearing a toga and sandals, but we weren't allowed to take pictures, it was worth it anyways.
[QUOTE=MilkBagz;47882083]It's alright, I'm pretty sure my friend/son's girlfriend was the mother of our other friend, who was also the father of my friend/son.[/QUOTE]
Is this incest?
[QUOTE=Joben;47881428]Anyone else have that one group of kids at their school that insist on giving each other titles like mother, father, daughter, and son? There was a group of girls that did that all the time. Nothing made me cringe more than when one fourteen year old would run up to another and say something like, "MOM! So and so is being me to me." The response was always something like, "Son be nice to daughter." I hated it.[/QUOTE]
Holy shit I did that ironically during school are people serious about that.
Like I'd call my friend dad or mom as a joke Jesus fuck.
[editline]5th June 2015[/editline]
To be more precise guys were always mom and girls were always dad.
Same here. I'd usually pop the annoyed "Okay, MOM!" as a joke towards a classmate or a colleague asking me something.
Goofy titles and friendly nicknames are fine as long as the person is comfortable with it but those don't really work all that well.
[QUOTE=circuitbawx;47882470]Is this incest?[/QUOTE]
I don't know what it is.
[QUOTE=Sgt. Nikolai;47882342]In my last semester at high school our Philosophy teacher told us that if nobody failed the first partial exam he would come to school wearing nothing but a toga and sandals. We all decided to work together and the entire class made groups of study, guides and lots of stuff just so everyone passed the first test, in the end our teacher did show up wearing a toga and sandals, but we weren't allowed to take pictures, it was worth it anyways.[/QUOTE]
Oh boy, that reminds me of my web programming class teacher. I want to say right off the bat the this guy isn't gay (I'll explain later). First off, it's in cegep, so we're past the kiddie school. Now, this guy was funny. One class, we entered and all the desks and chairs were bundled in one corner, and a projector was on the ground, pointing towards the ceiling. The whole class was a presentation about something I don't remember for PHP. One other class, the guy used a giant pencil and other props to explain something. Now these classes weren't made to be childish, rather they were made to be funny. And hell, we actually learnt better in these classes, because they weren't too serious.
But this guy wasn't known only for his awesome way of teaching. It was the costumes.
For Valentine's day, he was disguised as Cupid...with nothing but a diaper thingy made of cloth, fake wings taped on his bare back and a pink plastic bow. Then for Halloween, one year it was a plate of spaghetti with his head on it. The other year, he was crossdressing. Yes, you heard it right. Tight skirt (no we weren't seeing anything, no bulge either, don't worry), tight top, a blonde wig and FUCKING NEEDLE HIGH-HEELS! And the best part? He could walk with these with ease. Now you'd be thinking "This guy must do it often, he must be gay or something". Well no, he has a wife, kids, and I as far as I can tell, he is 100% straight. He is just not shy at all. He could wear anything, as long as it's decent enough for not being arrested, just for the fuck of it.
I guess he wasn't weird though, just awesome in his own way. But if you didn't know him, it must be weird as fuck to see him.
Speaking of weirdly cool teachers, my Biology teacher in High School had his own ways of teaching.
Here's a few:
-He would randomly belt out a massive scream which would wake up even an hibernating bear. This was done at random, sometimes once, sometimes twice, sometimes never. It kept us concentrated. Well, most of us. Other were only listening to avoid getting a heart attack.
-He made us believe two things. One was a injured left arm. He had trouble using it and it was clear, even if he had quite the fat muscle mass. Two that he had an identical twin bother and that one day, he became his substitute. I doubted for the longest time because the dude was a lefty THE WHOLE TIME! And it was for one day.
-He gave to students nicknames (nothing insulting of course) based on their names. All except me because, well he couldn't find anything that he liked. Points for trying tho.
-Last name being Armstrong, he would often joke about the astronaut and would often talk of him like he knew him personally. Almost like a family member.
-Last one, he would reserve the entire auditorium for his class groups for revisions, a day or two before the exams. He would revisit lessons and tell us what to study for the exams and remove the unnecessary stuff. He would always highly suggest to go there and yes, those who didn't go were the ones who had bad marks.
Great teacher. Fucked with our minds. 10/10.
[QUOTE=Sir Drone;47881506]Kinda related but in grade 6 me and this other kid used to always call this one guy Mr.President always addressing him like "How was your day Mr.President!" or playing tag "I'll save you sir!" bodyguard sacrifice style jumping before both doing the anthem theme and marching around like asshats, he used to get so fucking mad about it.[/QUOTE]
I used to be Mr. President for like two years, cuz I decided that wearing a suit on friday's was cool for a bit.
Also, for a while, whenever someone would say something to me in the hallways or make a joke, I'd respond sarcastically with a quite-louder-than-necessary voice, and I thought I was pretty funny.
Cool times eh
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[QUOTE=ChronoBlade;47728715] story and stuff [/QUOTE]
I always hang with this kid who makes pterodactyl screeches and screams, it's fantastic.
Half the time a girl passes by us in the hall, he'll loudly say "Chica!" and they'll look at us wierd, and I'll be like "Shut up dude, damnit."
He also likes to do 'gutturals' and always tells me to try 'em. He's just great.
I don't understand his motivation for doing so, however.
[QUOTE=alpha00zero;47884862]Speaking of weirdly cool teachers, my Biology teacher in High School had his own ways of teaching.
Here's a few:
-He would randomly belt out a massive scream which would wake up even an hibernating bear. This was done at random, sometimes once, sometimes twice, sometimes never. It kept us concentrated. Well, most of us. Other were only listening to avoid getting a heart attack.
-He made us believe two things. One was a injured left arm. He had trouble using it and it was clear, even if he had quite the fat muscle mass. Two that he had an identical twin bother and that one day, he became his substitute. I doubted for the longest time because the dude was a lefty THE WHOLE TIME! And it was for one day.
-He gave to students nicknames (nothing insulting of course) based on their names. All except me because, well he couldn't find anything that he liked. Points for trying tho.
-Last name being Armstrong, he would often joke about the astronaut and would often talk of him like he knew him personally. Almost like a family member.
-Last one, he would reserve the entire auditorium for his class groups for revisions, a day or two before the exams. He would revisit lessons and tell us what to study for the exams and remove the unnecessary stuff. He would always highly suggest to go there and yes, those who didn't go were the ones who had bad marks.
Great teacher. Fucked with our minds. 10/10.[/QUOTE]
When I was in college my PC hardware and maintenance instructor had a twin brother who was a student attending the college. They both had the same glasses, same face, and same overall build. The only difference between the two was one of them wore jeans. One day I looked up at the front and saw two people who looked the exact same except for how they were dressed and I had to do a triple take and still felt confused.
He could have swapped places with his brother and nobody would have known.
Sometimes I feel like I was the weird one, actually. In high school, I used to sleep in class quite a lot, but it was mostly due to how early we had to get up for school. It pretty much became my second bedroom, and often a good bulk of my classes from 9th to 12th grade I could be seen with my head down on the desk just taking a nap. The kids in homeroom used to say I looked "blazed" all the time due to my tired eyes, and constant sleeping. And a few teachers threatened drug tests on me when they found me sleeping, but they wouldn't have found anything since I didn't use any substances. I was also one of those kids who didn't really use the lockers, I carried pretty much everything for school in my backpack, so a few people were amused at how heavy the thing was.
Besides those few small things of mine, there was one weird kid I knew in high school, Darwin, I think I was in my sophomore year when I met him. He was a particularly shy, and somewhat nervous one judging from his body language and mannerisms. I figured I should be a nice person and introduce myself and offer to be a friend, since a few people in the classes I had him in often made fun of him, at the time I was unsure why. I was a particularly quiet person myself, only speaking when an answer was really demanded, so I thought two particularly silent people might end up with us both ironically having a lot to speak about.. Only half of that was correct. Around the start when I offered to be his friend, it was pretty typical, he talked about sports, things on television, music, and one particular fascination he had was with Michael Jackson (he was still alive at the time, and when he actually died our next year, he seemed quite sad). His fascination with Michael Jackson also happened to mean he had this thing with dancing like him, and just dancing in general.
There were a few times I clearly remember when one of the kids who bullied him would order him to "get up and fucking dance" in the middle of class when a teacher wasn't present, and he'd do it without really feeling embarrassed or annoyed. I think he thought he was just fitting in and being the cool guy. As more and more time went on, it became apparent to me that Darwin was quite the motor mouth. He'd talk to me as long as he could in the halls, and in the classes we had, and there were times he'd just keep on talking, and talking, asking questions to things I really had no information on, and topics I had no interest on. All of the things he liked, I basically had no interest in, be it sports, music, or whatever else he conjured.
By the middle of tenth grade, I was regretting offering to be his friend, but I didn't have the heart to tell him we didn't really have that much in common to warrant us continuing to speak. So, I just dealt with him, and thought maybe time will allow him to mature more, and he'd eventually be a little more pleasant to talk to, and perhaps our conversations wouldn't be so one-sided. Unfortunately, it was a little hard to escape him, and he ended up getting my phone number, so there were times when I had to avoid answering him calling for me.
Eventually, 10th grade ends, and 11th comes along and I have a few more classes with him. I still refuse to cut contact, and just deal with him whenever he shows up. There were still people making fun of him as time went on, and there was somebody who had apparently known Darwin longer than I did, not as a friend though. Rumors that I heard from Darwin's detractors accused him of once taking a cat in his backpack to school to show off, and another rumor was that somebody caught him masturbating in the bathroom, he denied both, but he claimed the latter was mistaken for him cleaning something off his shirt near the bathroom sink. I didn't really believe the rumors, but I wasn't exactly holding Darwin in high regard as the school year continued to pass by.
Darwin just continued to do things that annoyed me, but still I stayed quiet. One of the encounters that stuck in my mind happened late into my junior year, when I was at home, and I heard a knock on the door. It was Darwin, and he made a surprise visit to where I lived without really informing me beforehand. Now, he lived maybe a mile and a half away, and he was much closer to our high school than I was. So, when I heard that he walked to my house late into the evening, I was both shocked and impressed at his dedication. He wanted to come in, but I denied him not only because I didn't enjoy his company, but there were other people at my house. I turned him away feeling actually pretty awful that he walked here, and then back with nothing to show for it.
Despite that encounter, it didn't really impact him very much. Junior year passed, and eventually came along our senior year, and I still had classes with him. His antics had accumulated this bottled annoyance and frustration with me, and I really came so close to scolding Darwin when he woke me up to talk during study hall in the morning. More of the year passes, and right around the last few months, I don't remember what exactly it was that did it, but he pretty much set me off finally. All that silence, and holding my tongue culminated with me telling him off, that we had nothing in common, I didn't enjoy speaking to him, we're not friends, and I really don't want engage in any more conversations with him, ever.
And.. It worked. Darwin was more or less off my back except when I still had to see him in class, but he seemed to finally be avoiding talking to me. When graduation finally came, all of the graduates were waiting in this parking lot before being assembled to sit down, and I remember clearly him saying hello to me, and I just told him fuck off. And that was really the last thing I said to Darwin in school.
Immediately after graduating, I didn't really think of him. It wasn't until a year or two later I was reminiscing, and I remembered it all, and I promptly regretted the way I departed and handled my outburst. I genuinely felt like such a dick telling him off both times even if he annoyed me. Maybe a month or two right after reminiscing, I got a call, and it was Darwin. He was on break from college, and he actually apologized for his antics in high school and told me that time in college made him a more mature person, and I offered my apology for scolding him back in high school as well. We had actually made peace in that phone call, and we both had a mutual interest to hang out in the future. Unfortunately, my contact information changed not too long after, and I completely forgot to keep him updated before we could actually get a chance to hang out, so even though we settled our differences, I feel terrible inadvertently leaving him hanging in our adulthood, and my attempts to contact him were unsuccessful as well.
[QUOTE=Enjoirules;47885228]I always hang with this kid who makes pterodactyl screeches and screams, it's fantastic.[/QUOTE]
What's this pterodactyls name, I might know him.
I used to be friends with a ginger guy in year 9 who once crossed his legs real tight and bounced his legs up and down during math class. No one but him was in the front row.
He only stopped once his cheeks went bright red. I didn't stay his friend for long.
Ok so this happened when I was 10. It was a usual day of school and as usual I asked the math teacher to go to the toilets and waist some time and he accepted. So I walked down to the toilets and opened the door of the last one. Here is when I saw a 8 grader trying to force a tooth brush into his buthole. This horrible image still hunts me till now.
On my last day of school a neo-nazi skinhead, an edgy girl who claims to work at spencers, and weaboo girl (the one who traces slugbox) Decided to join forces and talk trash about me and the other seniors.
Also bonus story!
There's this kid who recently got dreads (really badly done ones btw, also he's a white shrimpy little sophomore who thinks he's a rapper.) He's always talking about "vapeing" and brings his vape and flavored water things into school. Basically he gets checks from social security or something (because he's apparently got a disability) and cashes them in (not exactly sure how that works) but then he flashes around his money claiming he "got it from selling crack".
So, since yesterday was my last day of school (forever!) I was saying goodbye to some of the teachers, telling them it was my last day. This kid decides to shout out "IM SO SICK OF ALL THESE GOD DAMN SENIORS SAYIN' THEY GRADUATIN! NO ONE GIVES A SHIT!" He turns to me and says "YOU DONT DESERVE TO GRADUATE! STOP BRAGGIN!" (I wasn't bragging thou) I said back "When you're a senior you'll have bragging rights. Stop being jealous."
Basically he went on calling all the seniors dumb and stuff like that. I don't understand... when I wasn't a senior I never got mad at the seniors for graduating, I was always happy for them. Kids are so bitter.
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