• Weird Kids At Your School v2 dude wtf are you masturbating in band class
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[QUOTE=Ganerumo;48484289]Let's talk about Oliver.[/QUOTE] Fuck that's grade A mental unstability.
Not from school, but this weaboo used to be my friend for a long time: [URL="http://solaraurora.deviantart.com/"]*Cringe alert!*[/URL] (Please don't bother her, I know she's probably going to come off as awful but just leave her alone.) She used to be cool and fun to hang out with, then she got obsessed with anime and other shit, and now she's just 100% weeb-fuck. She's a massive hypocrite and very close-minded. Here's what most conversations were like towards the end of our friendship: (NOTE: I've asked her to stop telling me about anime and shit many times before and she's either complained or accepted my request.) Her: "OMG you should totally check out this anime! *insert massive weeb story about anime and other shit* SRSLY check it out!" Me: "Er, no thanks." Her: "OMFG you close-minded moron! Why don't you learn to be open-minded! All you care about is Arma 3!" Me: "That's because I develop mods + it's my favorite game. I'm obviously going to be playing it a lot when I'm testing and doing things for my mod. ._." I only play Arma 3 and mention it every now and then. She has to incorporate anime/yaoi/monster hunter into everything she does. She also harasses me for being a furry (I'm low key about it, I don't fursuit, I don't RP, I don't draw, I just have an interest for it.) and tells me to kill myself every now and then, despite being a scaly herself. She also flips out and goes on cringe-worthy emo fits and pretends to cut her wrists and have suicidal thoughts. At first I helped and talked her out of it, but by the 3rd time I gave up. She's a lost cause. Yeah, not about school but I thought it might fit here.
Kid in grade school was forced to clean his desk for whatever reason, while the whole class watched him angrily shuffled papers out and inside he had an old rotten sandwich, orange peels and assorted garbage deep within his desk.
There was this dude in my school who had a serious problem with mooning people and pissin' people off. From 2nd Grade to his Senior year, he would constantly get written up for mooning/flashing people. He'd also come into the teachers class and tell this one girl he was an Athiest to rile her up, because she'd get into a rant when he did. One day, when he was talking to the teacher, he mooned the girl while talking to the teacher. Teacher was wondering why everyone was laughing while most of the girls were ducking their face, turns out the dude has his bare naked ass out in front of the girl he tells he's an Athiest. Weird guy. Dude also mooned people from the bus. Seriously, he'd have his ass on the emergency exit window so anyone behind the bus could see it.
I made this in 8th grade. Im the blonde guy. [video=youtube;lx3mra_TjUA]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lx3mra_TjUA[/video] I went to a weird Middle School. It was like if all times of bad people went to one school, you couldnt really categorize it, it wasnt a ghetto school a nerd school or a normal school, it was all of them combined. I made that video in the best/worst class I ever had 8th grade photography. There was this ghetto black girl named Deevia. She was either pissed or horny. I remember one time she gave me a lapdance in the middle of class. One day my friend was yelling at her about how he would never date a black girl (I would I love black girls) she got so mad she stuck a pun in her vag then told my friend to lick it. I volunteered and slapped it out of her had, saving my friend. She once started an all girl twerking line in class and would record it using a computer. Once when the teacher was crying about losing $60 she took charge of the class and starting throwing books at me when I was laughing at her. Our teacher Mr. B was a dumb cuban guy he did absolutely nothing. I remember my sister telling me she found receipts for Cocaine and Bath Salts in his name. He also acted like a cokehead in my sisters class he would jump around and do pushups for an hour then the next hour he would fall asleep on his desk. The class was awesome and terrible at the same time.
I was also kinda [B]that[/B] kid in middle school. In the cafeteria, we had these salt and pepper packets where the condiments were, out in the open. I had the bright idea to start a game at my table where you take salt packets and tear them down the middle in people's faces, flinging salt right into their eyeballs. First it was between us dumbasses, then suddenly everyone in the school was duking it out with salt and pepper in the lunch room, desecrating the eyes of both friends and foes alike. Needless to say, s&p got banned :v: Also, not once did I ever get salted in the eyes and I never got in trouble, nobody but my friends knew I started it. V:v:V
I had a class where you learned everything in adobe creative suite in senior year. I was really close to the teacher, she first started teaching my freshman year and I was in her first ever class and I had been in her classes all through highschool. So anyway, she trusted me and when we had a full class she didn't mind me using her old teacher laptop. I found out she never uninstalled the screen monitoring software, so on that day I became the cyber batman of the class, making sure everyone was doing their work. I closed youtube tabs, logged people out of facebook when they weren't looking, just subtle stuff to annoy all the lazy freshmen into doing their work. I drew the line when one semester I caught this girl in the corner drawing, I shit you not, furry porn on photoshop. I shut that shit down and constantly erased her monstrosities on a daily basis, and I could hear her growls of frustration from across the room. Finally she went to the teacher and said "Mrs. X! Something is WRONG with my COMPUTER!" and as the teacher was walking over, I undid the changes quickly so that the teacher got a facefull of gross wolf body. I don't think I've ever seen two people so embarrassed since.
I don't have anything too long but eh, here have a smorgasbord of interesting individuals. Wolfgang: Wolfgang, or Wolfie as he was known, was a very interesting individual. His voice was more or less one with FilthyFrank, and his actions were too. He had some disease which more or less made him very eh, "non-collaborative". This meant that he near constantly threw fits at random and was about as friendly as a cactus filled with motion activated IEDs. As luck would have it, I always seem(ed) to be partnered with the "special individuals" in classes simply because I was thought of by the teachers as passive-as-fuck. So, one day in music class we were put together in a group with two other people and told to write a song and perform it. After a few days of work (Wolfie throwing fits all throughout), we were ready to go. We all got ready to play, and as soon as we started Wolfie threw the shitfit of the century. Flinging his instrument everywhere and screaming, he was carried out by some of the special ed teachers. We didn't stop playing once. "Joe": Joe's not his real name but I'll call him that anyway. Joe was a very large and thick man (read: 6 ft 2 ish and probably weighed about 250-270 ish), and wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box. He started a "gang" called the [I]~Black Mist~[/I] consisting of him and a few of his friends. He bought a leather jacket, got some whiteout (yes, whiteout) and a paintbrush, and painted something along the lines of "Black 13" or something like that on the back. He wore that leather jacket every day and jesus by the end of the year it smelled awful. They were such a joke to most people that it inspired several other joke gangs like "The Rainbow Friendship Squad" (Yes that was a real group that was formed). He managed to get his ~5 foot girlfriend pregnant and was never seen again. "Franklin": Franklin was not his real name and I can't remember his real name. Franklin was a young African American kid with a short (aka ~1 inch long) afro and was ever so slightly chubby. It was 5th grade and a week long field trip known as "Nature's Classroom". The trip was more or less a trip to a boy/girlscout camp in Massachusetts out in the woods where we did all sorts of activities relating to nature. We stayed in cabins on the property (Each one was on a hill so it was 1 regular floor with an above ground basement) and each floor of the cabin was assigned a leader and a teacher. The leader was someone of the staff and the teacher was one of our own. Each floor consisted of 2-3 medium sized rooms with a few bunkbeds. Our "leader" was a 20-something year old man who was widely considered the coolest and "hottest" (Or as hot as a 5 grade girl can imagine (They were the ones calling him hot)) of all the leaders. Our teacher was Mr.Hoff or something that sounded like Hassle Hoff (Yes, it sounded like David Hassle Hoff), I can't really remember his name. A few days in, it was the evening and everyone was showering/getting ready for night activities/bed. Franklin, who had been assigned to the bunk above mine, had left like fucking 20 towels and pairs of (used) underwear on my bed. Being a hormonal emotional 5th grader, I was immediately ultra-pissed. As soon as franklin came in, I punched him in the stomach once and again, being a emotional 5th grader, realized how fucking stupid I was and that I was going to "get kicked out" or something and broke down into tears. Mr. Hoff hearing the commotion walked into the room, saw me and Franklin. All he did was throw his hands up into the air, did a 180, and walked out (think the "We've got a badass in here" meme). Don't know why but I was basically praised as a bad-ass or something like that for ~a year after that, although it probably had to do with the fact that Mr.Hoff pretended like nothing happened and I didn't get in trouble. Never saw Franklin again.
[QUOTE=JCDentonUNATCO;48492459](Teacher PC Powers)[/QUOTE] That was a brilliant use of power. Uncle Ben would be proud. I don't think I posted but I saw that walking phenomenon about two weeks ago. I saw this very tall, trench coat wearing dude walking, no, dragging his feet on the ground right as I enter the subway dock. He wore: -A very bad quality fedora with a decrepit feather on the side tape. -The massive trench coat that hid a hideous, dirty, cyan shirt. A bit short for his belly. Went well with his torn jeans. -Massive boots. Going to guess they were pretty heavy too since he never lifted once his feet. -Had a messenger bag with multiple pins. I might have spotted MLP stuff alongside some furries. But when I thought I had seen everything, I see one last thing as he passes by me. He wore a white fluffy tail under his trench coat that went down to his knees. I had a painful grin on my face from holding a quick laugh. Taking the subway in Montreal after dark is a gift that keeps on giving. That and music festival/conventions days.
[QUOTE=alpha00zero;48493760]That was a brilliant use of power. Uncle Ben would be proud. [/QUOTE] :why: [sp]Seriously though, are what are you referring to?[/sp]
[QUOTE=TheMrFailz;48493786]:why: [sp]Seriously though, are what are you referring to?[/sp][/QUOTE] Fixed it. I was referring to JCDenton's post right above yours. Sorry for the confusion.
[QUOTE=alpha00zero;48493819]Fixed it. I was referring to JCDenton's post right above yours. Sorry for the confusion.[/QUOTE] Oh. Sorry about that. (I reread my post regarding who you were talking about and I feel like I sounded like a dick.)
[QUOTE=TheMrFailz;48493739]I don't have anything too long but eh, here have a smorgasbord of interesting individuals. Wolfgang: Wolfgang, or Wolfie as he was known, was a very interesting individual. His voice was more or less one with FilthyFrank, and his actions were too. He had some disease which more or less made him very eh, "non-collaborative". This meant that he near constantly threw fits at random and was about as friendly as a cactus filled with motion activated IEDs. As luck would have it, I always seem(ed) to be partnered with the "special individuals" in classes simply because I was thought of by the teachers as passive-as-fuck. So, one day in music class we were put together in a group with two other people and told to write a song and perform it. After a few days of work (Wolfie throwing fits all throughout), we were ready to go. We all got ready to play, and as soon as we started Wolfie threw the shitfit of the century. Flinging his instrument everywhere and screaming, he was carried out by some of the special ed teachers. We didn't stop playing once. "Joe": Joe's not his real name but I'll call him that anyway. Joe was a very large and thick man (read: 6 ft 2 ish and probably weighed about 250-270 ish), and wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box. He started a "gang" called the [I]~Black Mist~[/I] consisting of him and a few of his friends. He bought a leather jacket, got some whiteout (yes, whiteout) and a paintbrush, and painted something along the lines of "Black 13" or something like that on the back. He wore that leather jacket every day and jesus by the end of the year it smelled awful. They were such a joke to most people that it inspired several other joke gangs like "The Rainbow Friendship Squad" (Yes that was a real group that was formed). He managed to get his ~5 foot girlfriend pregnant and was never seen again. "Franklin": Franklin was not his real name and I can't remember his real name. Franklin was a young African American kid with a short (aka ~1 inch long) afro and was ever so slightly chubby. It was 5th grade and a week long field trip known as "Nature's Classroom". The trip was more or less a trip to a boy/girlscout camp in Massachusetts out in the woods where we did all sorts of activities relating to nature. We stayed in cabins on the property (Each one was on a hill so it was 1 regular floor with an above ground basement) and each floor of the cabin was assigned a leader and a teacher. The leader was someone of the staff and the teacher was one of our own. Each floor consisted of 2-3 medium sized rooms with a few bunkbeds. Our "leader" was a 20-something year old man who was widely considered the coolest and "hottest" (Or as hot as a 5 grade girl can imagine (They were the ones calling him hot)) of all the leaders. Our teacher was Mr.Hoff or something that sounded like Hassle Hoff (Yes, it sounded like David Hassle Hoff), I can't really remember his name. A few days in, it was the evening and everyone was showering/getting ready for night activities/bed. Franklin, who had been assigned to the bunk above mine, had left like fucking 20 towels and pairs of (used) underwear on my bed. Being a hormonal emotional 5th grader, I was immediately ultra-pissed. As soon as franklin came in, I punched him in the stomach once and again, being a emotional 5th grader, realized how fucking stupid I was and that I was going to "get kicked out" or something and broke down into tears. Mr. Hoff hearing the commotion walked into the room, saw me and Franklin. All he did was throw his hands up into the air, did a 180, and walked out (think the "We've got a badass in here" meme). Don't know why but I was basically praised as a bad-ass or something like that for ~a year after that, although it probably had to do with the fact that Mr.Hoff pretended like nothing happened and I didn't get in trouble. Never saw Franklin again.[/QUOTE] Massachussetts is a terrible state.
Speaking of remote desktop control I and a few others were part of my schools student tech team, and we were all situated in the library. Anyways, there is this one kid there who I will refer to as Jake. Jake is very tall, like near basket ball star height, and pretty smart. He stayed a lot with the librarians and even used their computers. He did seem to lack some experience, I could say. Anyways, most of us were in our little corner when this short girl came over to us all angry. She demanded to know if we have any screen monitoring software on our computer, which we didnt. We told her that the only computer with remote control abilities was the librarian's computer, which was exactly where jake was standing. So the girl stomps over to him and then starts shouting loudly at jake, (who was twice her size), attracting everyones attention. Jake himself got scared and slowly backed away behind the teachers desk. Eventually the librarians moved to girl back to the other end of the library. It turned out that jake noticed that the girl was actually playing the old runscape on a school computer. So what did Jake do? He put "Game over" on her screen, then logs off the computer, before she had time to react.
My high school was pretty normal, but I have two stories: There was one kid (nice guy, kind of an idiot, we were friends in middle school) who was suspended for weed or something for like a year. When he finally came back, he was put into my Bio class in the middle of the marking period. It was his first day in class and we were doing a lab, looking at amoeba under microscopes. Guess who shot the teacher with a pipette full of amoeba when the teacher's back was turned. That was his last day in our bio class. Unrelated, there were two other guys who got into a shit ton of trouble when they went down to a train station late at night and beat the shit out of a random parked car for fun. They later found out that the car belonged to a district attorney. Never saw them again.
When I was in the 4th grade there was a girl who randomly just pulled a tooth out during class. Now at first it just seemed like a kid losing their baby teeth except for the fact that the tooth and her gums were green. She seemed unconcerned but when she mentioned it was the 3rd one she had pulled out that week the teacher sent her to the school nurse to let her parents know.
[QUOTE=DwarfOverlord;48470488]At uni the other day I had an encounter with a strange individual. I get the feeling there was something not quite right about him, but I'm not too sure. We shall call him Slavic Saul the Pill Popper. Now Saul (not his real name) liked answering questions a lot in my statistics lectures, going as far as to make questions himself and tell the lecturer the answers. Over the semester so far I've heard numerous mutterings of 'this guy' and 'what's he doing?' from other students. He has a really high pitched voice and looks almost exactly like Niko Bellic from GTA 4. Now, on the eventful day, I was under the weather a bit with a headache and sore throat and wasn't really in the mood for talking, but regardless of my obvious mood, he still asked me a question: "Do you have any painkillers?" Trying to be polite, I said no and then asked him if he had a cold as well. He hadn't, he had tripped over rushing to get to the lecture theatre because his last class had finished late. In his hurry, he had tripped over and ripped his pants a little and hurt himself. He showed me his arm. There was a tiny, tiny mark. You couldn't even call it gravel rash. It wasn't bleeding, and sure those tiny marks sting, but it's not something you would call anything more than an inconvenience. Keep in mind I'm a complete stranger to him as well, he just asked me for some drugs, I could have given him anything. And then as we both turned around to pay attention the lecture again, I noticed something falling out his bag. A full tube of toothpaste! Now I'm all for excellent oral hygiene, but carrying around a whole tube of toothpaste I'd argue is a little bit eccentric.[/QUOTE] Update, he came in today wearing a shirt covered in anime girls and with one of those sports medical bags like this: [IMG]http://www.acasports.co.uk/images/products/full/stanno-medicine-bag.jpg[/IMG] except black and no cross.
There was this kid at my school called Sam. His seat was surrounded with girls. One day he covered his crotch with his jacket and started jerking off. And the girls noticed it because his hands moved really fast under the jacket, and his face started blushing. Then, I guess he came or something he suddenly let out a loud gasp. Then while he was taken to the counselors' office, our teacher told us he was sick and we should never ever talked about it and pretend it never happened. :v:
The more I read this thread the more I realize how all these stories are both hilarious and sad. Like, some of these kids have serious fucking problems and I can't even begin to imagine how their homes and families look like. I've also realized how fucking lucky I am to not have met that many weird kids, aside from my 8 y/o self (but who can blame a eight year-old kiddo for being a tad weird, really?). Based on my own behaviour, which was the result of a dickhead of a father, it really pains me thinking about some of these non-autistic kids because they must've gone through some shit. But the again I can't help but both laugh and cringe at the neckbeard/furry/whatever kids as I realize that these people are actual members of our society.
Okay, I got another one on W. Now if you remember W - he was the kid who announced loudly, clearly and obliviously the famous line that has made him a legend. The great "y'know, I just realised... I'm retarded!" line. Anyway, one time my friend asked him what would he do if he was on an island with the integration aid (named N). "Hm...", makes a puffer fish face. "I would probably rape her." Now, I know - that's fucked up. <--- Unintentionally that's also one of his "quotes," I guess you could say. During English class, he said the following sentence, "Miss, can I write "that's fucked up" in my creative writing piece?" And the teacher was just like, "eh... No." W then tried to justify his reasoning. He probably still wrote that line even though he's not meant to. He also hates his sister for some reason. His other famous quotes are directed, usually, towards his sister. "SWUCK MY FAT HAIRY COCK," he says in his thick American accent. What he doesn't know is 1) That's disgusting and 2) Justifications like "she's my sister so it's alright" is not an appropriate reason to give to a teacher. But most of time, the teachers cannot be fucked dealing with him, so they just give up yelling at W. Unfortunately, he can never take a hint. His actions seem to be of oblivious and uncaring nature. W will always make an "epic comeback" every day. And he raises his hand to the person next to him for a high five. What he doesn't realise is that these "comebacks" are just plain fucking offensive and are tailored to his amusement. Well, that's W for you. I guess when I can think of more stories about him, I'll post about it.
I remember in 6th grade during some lecture, we weren't allowed to leave the room. This one kid [b]really[/b] had to take a piss, so he asked the teacher if he can go to the bathroom. The teacher said no, so he stood up and walked towards that little trash can in the corner of the room. I think you know what happened next :disgust:
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[QUOTE=WhySoSeriouz;48500413]I remember in 6th grade during some lecture, we weren't allowed to leave the room. This one kid [b]really[/b] had to take a piss, so he asked the teacher if he can go to the bathroom. The teacher said no, so he stood up and walked towards that little trash can in the corner of the room. I think you know what happened next :disgust:[/QUOTE] This actually counts as a violation of Human Rights :v:
[QUOTE=WhySoSeriouz;48500413]I remember in 6th grade during some lecture, we weren't allowed to leave the room. This one kid [b]really[/b] had to take a piss, so he asked the teacher if he can go to the bathroom. The teacher said no, so he stood up and walked towards that little trash can in the corner of the room. I think you know what happened next :disgust:[/QUOTE] I would've just walked out of the lecture anyways to use the bathroom.
Okay, I have some stuff about Josh. So, I'm hearing this first hand from my friend who dated him. Cringy Pony Boy Stories [img_thumb]http://i.imgur.com/JWEyoET.jpg[/img_thumb] [img_thumb]http://i.imgur.com/V2ysOJb.jpg[/img_thumb] [img_thumb]http://i.imgur.com/x48vuD8.jpg[/img_thumb] [quote]"Back when we first met, when he was just a freshman and wanted my ass like no other. So he drew a big portrait and I was like 2 and a half feet long as one of his shitty dragon OCs. And he brought it into school, and showed it to me. I was like okaay? Once he saw that I wasn't that into it, he said "YOU HATE IT" and got very disappointed, saying this in a almost angry voice. So he crumpled it up and threw into the trash can."[/quote] [quote]There was the time that, I gave him a little piece of rabbits fur, because it was so soft. And someone in another class told me he was stroking it and said he wished his pubes were like rabbit fur."[/quote] [quote]"People said he used to touch himself in class." not verified.[/quote] [quote]"There was a pep band game on Saturday, and we were all chilling in the band room waiting for the buses, and he had this phone. I think it was his dad's phone or something, but he had MLP clips on the phone and he shoved them into my friends face, and when they told him to fuck off he sat in the corner and whined."[/quote] [quote]"He would get me all kind of drawings of his OCs(deviant art tier OCs) and they all had terrible backstories, overly deep kind of deal."[/quote] [quote]"Whenever I looked at him a weird way, he'd literally cower".[/quote] [quote]"He wore a tail to school a bunch of times."[/quote] [quote]"He would run up full speed at me in the highway and just bear hug (he called it glomping.) me, pretty much jumping on top on me. He would do it from behind as well."[/quote]
There was an honest-to-crikey communist in my history class at college, who would interject with something idiotic and wrong any time communist theory, Marxism, or anti capitalism was mentioned (the module we did on the Red Scare was fun). She'd constantly make tasteless rape jokes (despite describing herself as a Marxist feminist) and she was always sucking her thumb. I am chronically polite which too often comes across as friendliness when really I'm trying to avoid having to talk about anything meaningful, so quite often the more eccentric people befriend me, much to my displeasure; I found this girl in my orbit and her default form of greeting is to wrap you up in a distressing bear hug (she's quite strong) and, my being slightly shorter than her, wobbling her tits in my face, before kissing me on the cheek. It was almost sexual harassment, frankly. What is it with weird kids and hugging? Is it a lack of appropriate social contact, or did they just have awful childhoods?
[QUOTE=IJNOMED;48494540]Massachussetts is a terrible state.[/QUOTE] how'd you like it if I pahked my cah up your ass for talkin shit like that Weird kid at my school: Some kid came on his own face and sent the snapchat to his friends
[QUOTE=Dr. Ethan Asia;48507034]What is it with weird kids and hugging? Is it a lack of appropriate social contact, or did they just have awful childhoods?[/QUOTE] I think it would be due to a lack of social contact. In my case, I was pretty bad at making friends since the 1st grade and most of the time I never left my own house to meet others. Somewhere around my 7th grade I started watching Scrubs and that's when I started hugging other people. As I had discovered at the time, physical contact, especially hugging, with people is oddly satisfying. Unfortunately enough, I still wasn't able to develop any proper social skills until my junior year of high school. Even then I lack a few things, e.g. making eye contact, blurting out inappropriate things occasionally, staring, etc. Like last week I told a friend of mine that her shirt was see-through while staring at her bra straps, which then led to me getting a hug.
There's this trans women in my Psych class who apparently refuses to wear shoes and goes around everywhere barefoot. I mean that'd be fine if you lived in some suburban grasslands area, but we're in the middle of the fucking city a good few miles from anything that can be classified as nature. What illness do you have to think going barefoot is healthy?
[QUOTE=Fapplejack;48507184]There's this trans women in my Psych class who apparently refuses to wear shoes and goes around everywhere barefoot. I mean that'd be fine if you lived in some suburban grasslands area, but we're in the middle of the fucking city a good few miles from anything that can be classified as nature. What illness do you have to think going barefoot is healthy?[/QUOTE] it's comfy imo
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