Weird Kids At Your School v2 dude wtf are you masturbating in band class
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[QUOTE=IJNOMED;48668764]That's actually pretty funny, did he get in trouble?[/QUOTE]
No,they thought the problem was due to the pipes not being repaired in some years and no explosion was reported too,it was just a lake of piss and everything else trown into the toilets in that day. Still wonder who cleaned everything ::wideeye:
[QUOTE=WhyNott;48669769]would hearing aid even work for a normal person[/QUOTE]
could probably hear a fly scratching its ass
[QUOTE=Agent Fedora;48669884]could probably hear a fly scratching its ass[/QUOTE]
I want that
All these posts about kids with autism reminds me of that weird paradox I have.
I have Asperger's among other things that I've been treated for since the age of 5 so im too "spergy" as you call it.
For some reason probably because of some experiences I had with lower functioning autistic kids I tend to view the less intelligent ones as an expensive crutch on people who can contribute to the world with the resources being wasted on some of these kids.
Some of the kids I've known will not take care of themselves in society. Even with medication and therapy.
Maybe my cynical views on the world are spreading elsewhere, maybe I'm a little bit of a social Darwinist, I don't know.
I'll have to post about some of the fun times I had with these kids in high school here.
[QUOTE=Mancom37;48667932]So I was that guy who knew a lot about "explosions".What made them/How to make them.I knew this guy who was your normal prankster he would always ask me things to do.Lets call him C
The one day the chemistry teacher told that a bottle of potassium was stolen and anybody that had information about it should report it to the teacher,it wasn't just some grams it was a whole fucking bar of potassium I looked C in the face but he made that face of "I didn't do nothing".
Past foward 3 hours the principal calls us saying that the water pipes have been destroyed by something and the toilets were flooded and couldn't be used.
Video of reference:
[video=youtube;Jy1DC6Euqj4]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jy1DC6Euqj4[/video]
The asshole blew the fucking toilets to ashes with fucking potassium,we had to use some of those shitty mobile ones that the workers used for 4 weeks.[/QUOTE]
You've inspired me.
[url]http://www.youtubedoubler.com/?video1=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Ft% 3D3%26v%3DJy1DC6Euqj4&start1=2&video2=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3 D6uFLUzG2ekY&start2=1&authorName=saleelpotassium[/url]
I had a guy named David in primary. I kinda liked him back then, though he would always do something weird - constantly getting in fights, sometimes while pretending he was a hussar. He also often used odd comebacks ("your mum is calling for Silesian Noodles", "silence, you tri-squared dog", "you flute, fap on a stool" and the like). He also played Tribal Wars and had a tribe called "Polish Hussars" (tho he made more after that). He also always made a joke thread in the tribe, and he ALWAYS put the same joke there, "You enter an elevator and what do you see? - Stairs!".
Recently I checked his facebook profile, and he has become a extreme right-wing hooligan - and apparently actually participated in hooliganism during a match, even though he was about 13-14 at the time. What's even more weird is that he is actually quite good at subjects in his school - I've heard that he was even one of the best from his class.
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Next thing I know he's biting the back of my neck. Not very hard, but still hard enough that it hurt ... The kid didn't even get punished from what I know, though eventually he did move away, thank god.[/QUOTE]
You should have replied [I]in a way that he would understand[/I]:
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/HJN92XO.gif[/IMG]
My history teacher just walked in and the first words out of his mouth were "You know what I hate? Californians."
He regularly goes off on 20 minute rants over whatever at the very beginning of class, this will be entertaining :v:
[QUOTE=racerfan;48682145]My history teacher just walked in and the first words out of his mouth were "You know what I hate? Californians."
He regularly goes off on 20 minute rants over whatever at the very beginning of class, this will be entertaining :v:[/QUOTE]my favorite type of teacher right there.
Alright, the weirdest kid, both at my primary school and secondary school, was me. And I'm not just making this shit up in some kind of ego trip, no, I did weird shit back in the day.
[b]Primary school[/b] (8 years in the netherlands. Children are typically done with primary school at age 11-12)
This was my prime time of full batshit insane. When I was in year 7, people from year 6 and year 8 would know me. Why?
- I had made up words, and "characters" to go along with them. They were "Tobla" and "Sossa", and "MEU!" (pronounced kind of like "MUHH")
- I occasionally ran around the school yard, spreading my arms, shouting "WHEEEEEEE", in such way that literally everyone could hear me
- Energetic as [i]fuck[/i]. I was fucking hyper, and because of that I did [i]many[/i] things that drew the attention of [i]many[/i] people.
- Other children would ask me [i]"Please say 'tobla'!"[/i], [i]"Could you run around the school yard again? I missed it last time"[/i]. I knew full well that they were mocking me, but I didn't give a shit.
I was bullied quite a lot for this, but I could take it. I somehow felt above it all. I had a couple of friends who I'd pull along with acting weird, but they usually stopped when other kids were near.
One of those kids was a girl who got bullied because of her obesity. Let's call her Kirsten (not her real name). We became friends because I stood up for her when she was surrounded by 5 or so bullies. I got them to back off, and I managed to draw some of the bullying away from her by grabbing their attention with my antics. I was very much aware of what I was doing, but I had the advantage because they thought I was just an idiot. The bullying was mostly reduced to rumours being spread about me and Kirsten being in love and having a relation. We were just friends, and those words did hurt Kirsten, but they didn't bother me that much.
I would always take a tennis ball to school. Kirsten and I would throw it back and forth. There's another story related to an African Dutch (?) child and that tennis ball, but that's for another time.
The biggest downside of my crazy antics was that my 8th grade teacher wasn't convinced that I was actually pretty good at school. He stated that I cannot take the responsibility of doing homework and studying for tests because I wasn't "serious enough". That despite my good grades and the fact that I always made my homework and paid attention in class. I somehow loved learning shit, unlike literally everyone else.
[b]Secondary school[/b] (4, 5 or 6 years depending on what level you're doing.)
The crazy shit mostly continued. My parents were worried about me and my antics. My primary school teacher had sent me to HAVO, which in the Dutch system will not allow you to get into university immediately. VWO, the 6 year track, does. My biggest worry was proving myself worthy of VWO. Stress levels made me even do crazy shit more often than usual, which again attracted bullying. Again, I could take it. In the end, I did prove myself, and was allowed to do the second year in VWO.
But hey, let's get to the [b]fun part[/b] of this story: Video evidence.
Fast forward, year 4 of secondary school:
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8gboSmhwWo[/media]
That's me. Dancing. Still crazy as fuck at about 15-16 years of age. You'll never guess what the fuck I'm holding and bashing myself on the head with.
[t]http://test.instyleconcepts.nl/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/800x800/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/P/S/PS002.jpg[/t]
It's a large, heavy plastic spoon. Why the [u]fuck[/u] would I bring a large spoon to school every day? Easy, along with a bouncy ball that makes a brilliant game of tennis/squash.
Note that there are [i]three[/i] bags behind me. I had two friends in school, from the first year on even, let's call them Harry and Larry (not real names). We were called "the three musketeers". They had their own crazy things, but they moved the fuck away in shame when I was filmed. In the film above you'll see the camera pan towards the stairs because they hid there in fear of being filmed along with me.
This tennis/squash game, by the way, pissed off half the teachers and got the other half to laugh their asses off.
With Harry and Larry I used to play a game we called the "bench game" during the breaks. It's simple: Two people stand on a bench [url=http://decotie.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Houten-Bank-Zonder-Leuning-btk-1024x768.jpg]kinda like this one[/url] and try to pull the other off. It was a lot of fun. I remember this one day when a crowd had gathered behind the windows of the cantine to look at what the fuck we were doing. They were cheering at us, it was glorious.
So yeah, I was crazy. There are more videos about me online, but they have my school, hometown and everything in there. I'm sure I'm already DoXable, but I shouldn't make it [i]too[/i] easy.
Upon request I will post about the religion I had created back in the day and how it affected my Facepunch reputation.
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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8gboSmhwWo[/media]
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Is it just me, or is your head bobbing slower than the rest of your body?
Anyway, I had a second encounter with that flat cap freak again today (who might I mention was wearing the exact same clothes, and iirc he hasn't worn another pair of clothes since the first encounter)
This time I sat down at the bus, and seperated myself from him as much as possible, when I passed he gave his usual "hey man." When I sat down, he fucking MOVED TO THE SEAT IN FRONT OF ME. I was fucking piss scared because I had another poster that I bought from a teacher, and didn't want it to get ripped in half.
Commence the "Do you like Minecraft? FNAF? Tobuscus? MLP?" and I decided to have a little fun with it by responding "no" to everything he says, but answering questions anyone else asks me. To cope with not getting attention, he starts staring, mouthbreathing, and fucking POKING ME, Imagine getting poked constantly by the person you hate the most in life for 30 minutes, and I couldn't do shit because our bus drivers a fucking hardass and will slam on the breaks to tell us to stop if anything is happening, even if its in the middle of a 60mph highway. Thank god he didn't chase me after I got off the bus, he just did his little sonic run with both arms behind his back and ran back to his house.
I would transfer to another bus, but I'm too lazy to leave earlier in the morning to catch a bus that doesn't have him on it.
edit: oh also there was this kid at my lunch who was preaching about how "America is going to become a dystopian city-17-like society in the next 30 years" and how the gov is collapsing yada yada, it was pretty funny to watch.
i remember going into the dunnies at school once when this asian dude who was learning english at the language centre came bursting out of one of the cubicles. he did a fucking sick slide over to the sink and started rubbing his thumb and forefinger together really fast under running water. he looked kinda distressed so i just left and went to the other toilet block.
my piano teacher and a student were having a conversation about some character death in Naruto or something, and the teacher says, "What'd he die from?" The kid said "he died from [I]pain.[/I]"
"that's how most people die"
"SHUT UP"
[QUOTE=Nightscout;48678278]You should have replied [I]in a way that he would understand[/I]:
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/HJN92XO.gif[/IMG][/QUOTE]
Holy shit, I should've done that.
I was good friends with this one kid in 6th grade who always wore the same 2 pairs of clothes like [i]every day[/i]. He stopped showing up for 7th grade and only made a brief reappearance in the beginning of 8th grade, but at least 100 pounds heavier and still wearing the same 2 pairs of now too small clothes :v:. I haven't seen him since. There was also this one kid who would wonder around the halls during lunch yelling lines from star wars, I'm pretty sure I saw him walking around the parking lot crying once as well
This thread makes me feel better about myself.
[QUOTE=Kierany9;48687028]This thread makes me feel better about myself.[/QUOTE]
No matter how weird I think I am, I feel better knowing there are even weirder people out there roaming around in fedoras, spouting le memes and wearing MLP clothing.
[QUOTE=upsideonion;48641511]fucking hell first day back and there are so many new weird kids. i'll list off a few.
- a obese emo chick with fake purple dreadlocks and a hot topic pepe shirt
- another emo/scene chick who looks fucking identical to jessi slaughter, even down to the weird necklace and shitty hairstyle
- the kid with the iron cross fedora now wears red suspenders and a clip on bowtie
- emo brony kid now wears a school shooter-esque trenchcoat made of fake leather
i'll post more in depth if they do anything dumb[/QUOTE]
iron cross kid now wears something like one of these
[t]http://www.villagehatshop.com/photos/product/giant/4511390S129478/alt/129478.jpg[/t]
i asked him if he was amish and he asked me if i wanted to die :disappoint:
[QUOTE=upsideonion;48691210]iron cross kid now wears something like one of these
[t]http://www.villagehatshop.com/photos/product/giant/4511390S129478/alt/129478.jpg[/t]
i asked him if he was amish and he asked me if i wanted to die :disappoint:[/QUOTE]
ask if he owns a katana/sword/knife
Had German class with a guy I later described as "Dwight Schrute on Four Loko." Dude had no social awareness, pretty much the same haircut as the character, and every time I asked him a question (which I was required to do for the assignment), he would act as if I was interrogating him.
"Weist du, wo ein Kino ist?" [Do you know where a movie theater is?] or something along those lines.
"Uh... I think, you mean like the Theatre? There's a place called the Theatre, uh, somewhere around here." He pronounces it as "the-ah-treh"
"Well, I actually asked if you knew where one was..."
"Hey, I don't -know- how to say street names in German, okay!?"
"You can get away with saying the English name and adding 'strasse' afterward."
"...I don't know where the The-ah-treh is, okay!?"
A little update on the agar.io rage kid:
The school recently blocked agar.io as people started to waste time in class playing it. You can imagine how pissed he got :v:
Now, here's an annoying and rather creepy guy we know, let's just call him Riley.
Riley is the typical kid that you could classify as both creepy and retarded, wearing the same pair of clothes everyday regardless of the weather (it gets fuckin' hot here during summer) and wears a bandana. It all began back at the start of the school year, when my mate Kyle told me about a local "pirating ring" as he called it. At the time I wanted some shitty games to play during my free sessions, so I decided to come along with him to check them out. This was where we met Riley, who also happened to be mates with the agar rage kid. Apparently he's done some pretty strange shit in the past, but lately he's started doing even more creepy shit. Appearing out of nowhere and following us around the joint is bad enough but now he's started to follow girls as well. He also comes running to us screaming out our names whenever he sees us walking around, and once he starts talking, you cannot get him to fuck off at all.
[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;48697665]Had German class with a guy...[/QUOTE]
Oh god German class. My Freshman year of High School, there was a sophomore that would steal my erasers and put them into his pants, leave them on his nuts, and then put them back on the floor for me to find and pick up.
I know this because he told it to my face after I picked one back up off the floor.
Oh ok so I never told the camping story! Good! Because I'm running out of weird kid stories and I don't plan on going to college anytime soon!
Sorry for this holy wall of text but god damn this is my best one yet I think.
Basically my school had an overnight camping trip up in NH. More than half of the kids were middle schoolers. All girls btw. There were maybe 6 kids plus myself? Two staff members. Yeah. It was small and it was for some sort of outdoors club within the school.
So the middle schoolers were all terrible, they kept whining and complaining and making up excuses the whole time saying how they were too tired to pitch a tent. Yet they had enough energy to go play at this playground nearby. So me and these two girls were able to pitch the tents just fine, I mean the rule was to "carry your own weight" and just do your part, but they failed to do that.
I was the one who did most of the work because the other two girls got sick of doing shit for those kids and the staff expected me to do it because I was the oldest out of everyone. I was scraping what looked like solid bacon grease off of a sticky pan under cold tap stream water at 1AM because no one wanted to wash the dinnerware. It was from tofu, because one of the girls was super picky about what she ate and would only eat tofu and marshmallows.
It was cold as fuck and the school provided us the wrong sleeping bags, they were meant for 40degree weather, not 14 degrees. Plus I didn't really want to sleep in a tent with 4 people when it was only meant for 2. So I spent the night wandering around the campgrounds with my flashlight and came across a cabin that turned out to be a public bathroom. I basically hung out there for awhile. I nodded off in a public bathroom and went back to the campsite before sunrise and then slept in a canvas folding chair. I caught a cold and my back was killing me from not sleeping in a good position.
The next morning when we were making "breakfast" (basically instant oatmeal and coffee) This one girl decided to throw a hissy fit and threaten to leave because the oatmeal wasnt gluten free... she said she had "gluten allergies". She didn't even know what it was called, and was clearly making it up, because she was eating a ghram cracker leftover from last nights smores and the one big cooler we had, her mom packed her a turkey and something sandwitch with normal bread. (This is not the same girl who is picky about what she eats, this is a completely different girl, we'll call her K.) I said to her:
me:"So you have celiac disease?"
her: "whats that?"
me: "What you just said earlier, that gluten allergy or whatever."
her: "oh yeah, yeah i have that I just forgot what it was called"
me: "fair enough... I just find it odd that you're eating ghram crackers and packed a white bread sandwitch in the cooler. That has gluten in it."
She got really pissed at me and didn't really know what to say.
Basically K is this big fat hispanic girl who makes up all these fake diseases and illnesses just to excuse herself from doing any physical work.
The picky eater who only ate tofu and marshmallows on the trip was this tiny little sickly girl who would straight up cry and yell and throw a tantrum if she didn't get her way.
The picky eater's best friend was this little fat stubby redneck child who looked like some weird hybrid of honey boo boo but with eyes spread out wayy too far. Constantly talked about how bad "obama" was. (She's only like, 12 why is she talking about this stuff?)
This other middle school girl wasn't too bad, I mean she didn't do her part and she complained a lot but atleast she wasnt terrible.
The other two were highschool girls, plus me. We were neutral.
But K started trying to get me in trouble quite a few times, she tagged along with me when I went to go wash up my face in the bathroom I found the other night, and the staff decided to just let us all go on supervised bathroom trips after this incident:
K started slamming her stall door and screaming for help and shouted "STOP HURTING ME!" and I turned around thinking "holy shit what happened?!" There were two other women using the bathroom while this was happening. I went out to get a staff, they came in and got K out of the stall, she was doing this fake cry and she had peed herself. They asked what was wrong and she looked at me and pretended to cower like an anime character and said that I had hurt her, when I was nowhere near her. Meanwhile I still had cold water on my face and the strangers just looked at K like she was insane. One of them vouched for me thank god...
One of the women came out and asked the staff if K had a seizure or something.
Another time K tried to get me in trouble on that trip: She was saying she had heart disease and couldn't knock down the tent so ofcourse, I had to do it for her. K wandered off and just as I was getting the tent poles out she came back with staff trailing behind her claiming that I beat her up with the poles. I called her out for her bullshit and asked her what her problem was. She started crying, the staff asked me to leave her alone. (when I did nothing wrong)
The entire busride home she complained about how she wanted to sit in the front and she had a "rare headache disease that makes her dizzy if she dosen't sit in the front" It was terrible.
Haven't been to this thread for a while now so let's start with a comeback.
First guy I want to talk about is someone I will be referring to as E. He's pretty much your generic neckbeard and even wears a trench coat and fedora on occasion; however, he has yet to grow a beard so me and a friend just refer to him as "babybeard" since he has forgotten to undergo the sacred neckbeard ritual to becoming a true member of his kind. He also converses with the [URL="https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1449831&p=47722460&viewfull=1#post47722460"]D girl I posted a while back,[/URL] spouts memes (if my friend is any indication) and he once had a huge ass Wesco cup presumably filled with coffee.
He claims to have been to Japan too if the above hasn't sealed the deal yet.
[editline]September 17, 2015[/editline]
Oh, and my friend just confirmed that he's also an atheist. Plus he plays Yugioh.
[QUOTE=IJNOMED;48699203]wordwall[/QUOTE]
K sounds like the kind of tumblerette that would cry rape just to fuck with people
[QUOTE=Super2Donny;48699631]K sounds like the kind of tumblerette that would cry rape just to fuck with people[/QUOTE]
She had some real problems, like my school had an abnormally high special-ed population.
[QUOTE=Super2Donny;48699631]K sounds like the kind of tumblerette that would cry rape just to fuck with people[/QUOTE]
Its unfortunate that these people exist, because then people stop taking calls of rape seriously when its real.
[QUOTE=da space core;48700437]Its unfortunate that these people exist, because then people stop taking calls of rape seriously when its real.[/QUOTE]
The Tumblerette who cried rape.
When I was in 7th grade I lived down the street from this 300 lb ginger kid with a rat tail haircut that was roughly about my age. One day my little sister comes home with this kid following her because she told him that I would play with him. Now, I wasn't exactly the coolest kid, but the idea of hanging out with another kid that smelled like garbage and carried around a plastic Power Rangers sword didn't sound super enticing. I said no, much to his and sister's dismay, so they ended up just going next door and playing with the much younger neighbor kid.
The next day I come home from school and I get a furious lecture about hanging around with weirdos because apparently rat tail kid had come over to our house while my sister and I were at school (he was home schooled iirc) and he had walked right through the unlocked front door and into my mother's bedroom while she was sleeping only to then stand there and watch her, waiting for her to wake up so that he could ask where I was and if I could play. The same kid ended up going to my high school later on and would tell people that we were friends and that he was a member of the Crips and owned a glock. He'd wear around big winter coats in the summer time and that plastic jewelry that you buy in those 25 cent machines outside of dollar general, like this one necklace that had a bedazzled medallion that read "R.I.P." Him and a friend of his actually ended up stealing the auto shop teacher's van a month before graduation as a 'senior prank' of their own, and got arrested. He got in the local newspaper for that one.
There this other kid who transferred to our school sophomore that was had long greasy hair, never showered, and had no knowledge of the concept of personal space. He was an annoying jerk that would correct people constantly and would somehow find a way to make you feel uncomfortable, like he'd go up to people and while he was talking to them get in really close and put his hand on their leg or hip. The worst part was that in a school in a small town of roughly 1,500 people, he was my classmate's only ever contact with an openly gay kid, and it ended up causing a lot of my friends to develop a negative view of gay people for years. It's a big part of the reason I ended up staying in the closet until after highschool, something I still really wish I hadn't done. :c
I suppose this doesn't really count as a weird 'kid' persay, but the band teacher at our school was a very large man with a very unfortunate last name that happened to rhyme with phrases like 'land mass' and 'lard ass'. He wasn't hated because he was fat though, he was hated because he was a total shitlord that knew next to nothing about teaching, and by the time they ended up letting him go the only person left in his band class that hadn't dropped it was a lone tenor saxophone player. My personal experience with him was fairly limited, as I had never taken band, and begins and ends one fateful day I saw him walk out of the bathroom while eating a hamburger. When I saw him he looked at me and asked me why I wasn't in class before just walking away, half eaten hamburger in hand. I hadn't really registered what I had seen until I went to piss and saw that the top of the urinal had crumbs all over it.
I also recall one kid getting disproportionate retribution on a teacher that had chastised him for being late to class by putting a ham sandwich from lunch wrapped in tinfoil in the one of the vents in his classroom. The thing sat there rotting for a year and they had ended up going so far as to replace the carpet, blaming the smell on some dairy product the teacher had spilled on the floor before anyone who knew about it had even told him about it. The poor guy just about had a conniption fit when one of my classmates got up on a desk and pulled that ripe sack of tinfoil and nightmares from out of his ceiling. The same kid used to wear two different colored eye contacts and and played electric guitar in band after they'd replaced the band teacher.
im going to a new school now
theres a guy who spouts meme shit and wears the same two minecraft shirts everyday, who earlier today was offering pieces of dumplings to people with his bare hands
and theres an overweight tumblr type who calls herself dog and constantly repeats shitty tumblr memes
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