Weird Kids At Your School v2 dude wtf are you masturbating in band class
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I was at work the other day and then this guy came in and asked me
Guy: "Hey, where is the other guy (my boss)?"
Me: "He left to do some stuff, he'll be back later, why?"
Guy: "Do you have staples for the door of a VW Beetle?"
The guy was quite jumpy and I was deeply confused
I knew there were staples but I wasn't sure if we ran out of them (people usually buy like 20 of them) , plus there were different sizes and colors.
Me: "Uhmm, I'm having trouble finding them, do you have happen to have at the least one staple or could you describe it to me? Are you looking for the silver ones or these *shows a black staple but it was smaller*
Guy: IT LOOKS LIKE THE STAPLE FOR THE DOOR OF A BEETLE
Me: We ran out of them, sorry.
Guy: EVERY DAY YOU DISAPPOINT ME MORE
He left angry
It's odd, because I've never ever seen that guy in my life before, I don't know how could I disappoint him before.
Then my boss arrived and said that the guy does the same thing always, and that we actually ran out of staples (so it wasn't really my fault).
We used to sell black wire duct tape, but my boss decided to stop selling it because sometimes the people who work installing car mirrors would ask for duct tape and then never paid back (not being paid after 20 rolls of ductape is obviously a loss).
Sometimes they walk in and get mad at me because I tell them that we don't have duct tape
Guy: "WHAT KIND OF FUCKING CAR PART STORE DOESN'T SELL DUCT TAPE?"
Me: "Sorry, but my boss no longer supplies it"
I remember this one time one guy almost wanted to beat me up over fucking duct tape, luckily my boss arrived and told him to fuck off.
[QUOTE=c:;47080242]I was the weird kid.[/QUOTE]
agreed
I have a very vivid memory of one. Not like my high school was full of weirdos or anything, but my God this guy. His name was Austin and he wore a variety of questionable trench coats no matter the weather, he seemed to have an endless supply of them in his locker. I've seen him with different trench coats between classes.
Anyways, we happened to share 3rd period Bio together and the teacher was out to fetch some assignments just before class ended. We were sitting at the same table, and he lightly elbows me and leans in and says, "Hey, what do you think I like for lunch?" I kind of gave a dismissive "I dunno, food?" and I thought he would leave me alone.
Nope. He leaps up from his chair and shouts victoriously, "HAHAAAH SAND, FRIEND. SAAAND!" And opens his trench coat. Sand, just fucking mountains of sand starts pouring out, like the fucking Saraha desert would be impressed with this display. At this point he's like ankle deep in a pile of sand on the floor and before I could ask he grabs a handful and fucking eats the stuff. He shouts, "Ahphaah, dewiphious and nutwiphous!!" (Which I could only assume he meant delicous and nutritious, neither of these things being true) before coughing profusely as small grains of sand most likely got sucked into his lungs. He kneeled over and coughed out a small mound of sand before sitting back in his seat and chugging back half a bottle of Gatorade from his bag to clean his mouth. When he sat back down he announced, "Will you not partake next time, friend!?" And took off. You see, this was on April Fools but Austin being the turbo fuck dipshit he was, confused people whether or not he was just being himself.
I still don't know how he managed to sneak that much sand into school, or where he even got it from.
[QUOTE=rovar;52174514]Crazy Sand kid.[/QUOTE]
Not sure if obvious attention seeker or obvious nutcase
[QUOTE=rovar;52174514]
I still don't know how he managed to sneak that much sand into school, or where he even got it from.[/QUOTE]
Obviously he's the sandman.
Not really that weird but we had this kind of guy who was always silent and then would go into a massive rage spree once he got triggered.
Each of our classrooms had a sink for water, mostly to clean the board. One day he was just standing up in class and just randomly [b]broke off the sink[/b] out of the wall. It was just so weird.
Needless to say he got expelled because he always behaved like an idiot.
I know this kid who wrote 15 GB of pornography. Keep in mind, word documents are measured in kilobytes, so we're taking somewhere in the neighborhood of 15000000 kilobytes. Your average 10 page paper is ~45 KB, but I'l let you do the math.
The thing is that it was really fucked up, [B]I'm talking incest, rape, pedophilia, body-mutilation, sex-trafficking fanfiction fucked up.[/B] He wrote tomes of this shit, literally entire google doc accounts filled to the brim with this awful stuff. One of his favorite stories to recount to me was about a boy who is traded all over South America, whose "suitors" became more and more depraved and violent in each subsequent country.
Basically, I was witness to a lot of this. I (regrettably) read a few stories about the Pokemon Trainer Gold [B]raping his mother[/B], and drunken high-school girls being [B]possessed by succubi[/B] and whored out to grown men.
[U]He was fourteen[/U] when he was writing this shit. 14. He wrote it on bus rides, in class, at theme parks like Universal and Disney World. When it broke, he became the ultimate black sheep of my school, everybody dropped him, and no one spoke to him anymore. His mom found out, and made him write 1,500 lines of "I will not write this kind of stuff anymore."
It's been two years since then, and as a senior he's only started now making new friends. He didn't make any new friends until this year, because freshmen who were too removed from the memory of that mess started here. The seniors, sophomores, and juniors all want nothing to do with him.
Oh, and he also tried to poison someone a few years ago. Some dumbasses in band gave him (the porn author) a gatorade bottle filled with Windex to drink, and he thought it was hilarious. He then repeated the """"prank"""" with another person, who drank a few glups and then had to call poison control and the deputies.
It's almost surreal thinking about this again, Christ.
[QUOTE=TheLonelyDonu;52189783]-fifty shades of what the fuck-[/QUOTE]
it's pretty depressing that a good fraction of stories like these posted in this thread fit the profile of young people beginning on the path of becoming rapists / murderers later on in life
like there's no way you can't still be grounded in reality and think "yes, i'm the author of 15 GB worth of pornography concerning the most repulsive shit you can think of. this is normal."
[quote]He then repeated the prank with another person, who drank a few glups and then had to call poison control and the deputies.[/quote]
This is pretty unreal, too. Makes you wonder what kind of home life the kid had.
I doubt this actually happened.
It's impossible a 14 year old wrote 15 gb worth of porn
[QUOTE=Topzombie;52190099]I doubt this actually happened.
It's impossible a 14 year old wrote 15 gb worth of porn[/QUOTE]
Never underestimate what 14 year olds can do, have you SEEN deviantart?
[QUOTE=Topzombie;52190099]I doubt this actually happened.
It's impossible a 14 year old wrote 15 gb worth of porn[/QUOTE]
I saw the dozens of Google Drive account names attached to his chrome browser. I saw his tablet's internal storage, row after row after row of word document thumbnails. I saw the page counts and word counts and file sizes. I saw the fucker write about enough sex crimes to fill a few books.
You don't want to see that.
[QUOTE=Topzombie;52190099]I doubt this actually happened.
It's impossible a 14 year old wrote 15 gb worth of porn[/QUOTE]
I doubt it's grammatically correct. At that age, most people discover fanfiction with the skills of Tommy Wiseau. Still, this is beyond fucked up, and I know a guy who thinks we should put women's roles back a century.
[QUOTE=maddogsamurai;52191206] I know a guy who thinks we should put women's roles back a century.[/QUOTE]
Off topic, but my grandma thinks this too and its been very bad that she tried to enforce this on me (her granddaughter) she expects all women to be fat, babymaking, cooking/cleaning housewifes.
When I turned out to be an athletic lesbian she flipped her shit.
Anywho here's something on topic:
I had a classmate that I barely saw in middle school. Only saw him maybe a handful of times because he was in a lower grade than me, and once in a blue moon I heard about him from other classmates. He was a very chubby pasty white teen who liked to wear creepy halloween contact lenses (once in awhile he would wear them to school and get asked to remove them) He used mascara to paint a long black teardrop down his face every day. I didn't think much of it back then because I was weird myself, I just thought he was goth.
[QUOTE=Topzombie;52190099]I doubt this actually happened.
It's impossible a 14 year old wrote 15 gb worth of porn[/QUOTE]
It could be possible if images are added + the word count.
Yesterday I was sitting in the library and I saw some guy watching some trashy anime. I go back to what I l'm doing.
Later I look back and he's watching YouTube videos of people's bellies.
So I go back to my work for a while and then I go to leave. And now he's on DeviantArt browsing terribly drawn pictures of pregnant anime girls.
I should also mention that the library was quite full, so undoubtedly many other people saw this as well.
[QUOTE=Darth Ninja;52193279] And now he's on [B]DeviantArt [/B]browsing terribly drawn pictures of pregnant anime girls.[/QUOTE]
See: Deviantart appreciation station. [url]https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1526119[/url]
Alright, lemme think. I'm pretty sure I've posted in here before, but I have a few weird classmates.
When I was a senior in high school, I had these two girls in my government class. Let's call them Mary and Jess. Mary isn't the weird one in the story (although it's more accurate to say that Mary's a Mitch now, but that's totally unrelated). Now, Jess on the other hand...well, Jess was a character, to say in the least. Mary had a juice box on her desk, and Jess accidentally knocked it over. Mary confronted her about it, and told her to clean it up. Jess's response?
"It's your juice, [I]you[/I] clean it up!"
This resulted in them actually getting into a stupid argument something along the lines of "well, [I]you[/I] knocked it over!" "yeah, but it's [I]your[/I] juice!"
That wound up being a bit of an inside joke between me and my friend for the year. :v:
Later in the year, I was getting some breakfast from the cafeteria and I heard some sort of screaming squealing noise. Lo and behold, Jess leapt off one of the tables and started attacking some other chick. Didn't see her in government class that day. :v:
Not really weird, but definitely awesome. Mary said something about churches and gay marriage which caused the Catholic girl to be like "now listen here!". This resulted in the entire rest of the class being derailed as they both passionately debated gay marriage. Everyone else (teacher included) was watching with great amusement and a desire for popcorn. I've got more weird classmates and teachers to tell about, I'll do that later though. Don't want to create a more massive post than I already have.
[editline]8th May 2017[/editline]
OH! And I also have some stories to tell from the time [i]I[/i] was a teacher at an after school STEM program.
Not in school but the other day at the gym I saw this girl wearing a silver cat collar and space leggings doing some impressive planking.
Not really sure if this counts, and I think I've already posted this before, but IDK. Anyways... I got two stories. First one is more of a 'weird kid', second is more along the lines of a 'tard tale'.
So back when I attended high school normally (I do online schooling now if you're wondering), I was in this program called SCIP. It's a program for elementary, middle and high school students that have mental illnesses like autism, mostly high-functioning kids though. I was in it because I have autism. Most of the kids were nice, they were a little annoying sometimes but overall they were decent.
There was this one kid named Isaac, though, and to sum it up he was weird - both physically and behaviorally. He was tall and lanky, and had a thick neckbeard right under his chin full of curly black hair. He had kind of buck teeth, but they didn't stick out. His hair was black and constantly greasy, and his face was covered in blackheads. Usually he was kind of cross-eyed as well.
He constantly carried around his stain-covered iPad, which he used to play mobile games - mostly ones like some Star Trek MMORPG(?), one of those gun apps where you get 3D guns and you can "shoot" them, and that one stupid card game that's basically Hearthstone but with characters from Family Guy, American Dad, Futurama and Bob's Burgers. Also, he had a tic where he would CONSTANTLY make a noise that was similar to somebody sounding like they were going to sneeze, then a cough. This was loud and high-pitched and pissed me off to no end but I didn't say anything about it.
Also, he wrote stories. Or rather, scripts, like the kind you'd write for a cartoon or movie or TV show. I never really looked at them but he would talk about them CONSTANTLY. On the one occasion that I did look at what he was writing, all i managed to see was something involving Lisa Simpson, Martin Luther King Jr(?), and basically all sorts of weird crossover shit you'd find on DeviantART. I'm talking Batman vs. Ronald Reagan levels of crossover weirdness. Also, he was a proud trump supporter and thought he really was going to "make america great again" :v:
But anyways. So near the end of the school year, back when I was a sophomore (or freshman? this was at least a year ago), my SCIP group was having a field trip to the mall so that we could get some nice stuff and food, except we were going there by the city bus system. At some point Isaac starts talking to this random lady on the bus. I don't remember what he was telling her but I know at some point he asked for her phone number and facebook. Of course one of the assistants (or wranglers, whatever you wanna call em) told him that wasn't okay but other than that that's the only weird event I had around him.
Second story took place back in middle school, around 7th or 8th grade. Again, I was in the SCIP class, and there was this kid named Tommy. I don't know how old he was, but I know he was short and chubby and had the mentality of a five or six year old. From what I learned about him he had a habit of peeing on the floor in bathroom stalls, giggling/laughing and he liked to try to pinch and bite people. Apparently his parents let him watch Family Guy and he also usually hung out in a special room our portable building had I'm going to refer to as the "Thunderdome."
Imagine a small room, maybe about the size of a walk-in closet, with plaster walls, a small light, a window that took up most of the opposite wall that looked into the rest of our SCIP room, and, I shit you not, [B]a reinforced steel door that had a magnet lock that was activated with a big red button.[/B] From what I know the room was built to contain a kid with REALLY bad behavior but I don't have any stories on that, sorry. Also, there's another room basically like that but smaller and with no magnetic lock.
I had three incidents with this Tommy kid, and another which I wasn't involved in:
* First incident: I was sitting at a desk, doing my schoolwork. Tommy was sitting from a desk across from me to the right, watching a movie they had put on for him (it was The Little Mermaid.) I look up for whatever reason and I see him leaning across from his desk to try and pinch me, with a grin that belonged on a short, fat Joker. Movie got shut off and he was dragged into the Thunderdome for time-out.
* Second incident: Again, I was sitting at a desk doing my schoolwork. Tommy walks up to me with that same short-fat-Joker grin, grabs my arm with both of his chubby hands, and tried to bite me. You know those scenes in the movie where a zombie grabs some guy's arm and bites down? It looked EXACTLY like that. I shrieked, and he gets put in the Thunderdome for time-out.
* Third incident: Siting at desk doing schoolwork. I hear the door to the Thunderdome open, I look over my shoulder and see Tommy walk out with that shit-eating grin. I sort of shrug before going back to my work. Next thing I know I feel the jaws of death clamp down on my neck, his teeth gnawing at my tender, supple skin like a dog chewing on a squeaky bone. I have to yell to get the teacher's attention, and they pull him off of me and put him in the Thunderdome. A few days after this he gets shipped out to some other school.
* Fourth incident: Before the third incident he apparently ran out of the room - wrangler chasing after him - and bit some kid that was drinking at a drinking fountain in the hallway. Don't know if he drew blood.
So when I taught at a STEM education facility, the two weirdest things I can think of were kind of on opposite ends of the spectrum. And what I mean by this is there's the "super weird" where you can only cringe, and then there's the "publicly awkward and uncalled for" that genuinely makes you wonder if someone's going to get sacked. I can summarize the "publicly awkward and uncalled for" by simply saying that one of my co-workers was dealing with a kid that wasn't doing their work, and made them cry by sitting them down and...wait for it...[I]yelling[/I] at them to "SIT DOWN and SHUT UP!"
Eeeeveryone overheard that, and one of my students asked me "can he get fired for that?"
Now for the super weird. There was this kid there that was a bit older than the other ones who was something of a tumblr stereotype. She wasn't so bad at first, just pretty awkward and smelled bad, but things got...interesting to say in the least. She had a habit of using Skype and Discord to talk with people, and one of my co-workers asked her who she was talking to. Her response?
"I'm talking with someone who I think is my lover from another life."
I was honestly pretty bewildered that I had actually encountered someone like this IRL. She also asked me about hiring an artist to do stuff for her and was basically trying to find a way to not pay them because she was too young to use paypal. I had to tell her that if she wanted to get an artist to draw something for her, she'd have to pay them. On another occasion, she got mad at something (it might have been me telling her that she had to move to another workstation), and she very dramatically got up and punched a whiteboard over. :v:
Oh yeah, when I was in the last legs of my employment there, I had to work with a co-worker who was way more strict with the kids than I was, and she was talking about how I needed to be more firm with the kids to earn their respect. I told her that I didn't have any problems in dealing with the kids and that they generally listened to me, and she was like "well, that's because you're a man."
I dunno, maybe I just know how to deal with kids.
EDIT:
Oh yeah, Skype girl straight up used the term "otherkin" to describe herself once.
This one kid in my Junior year English class just pulled out an ounce of weed and just sat there waiting for the teacher to notice.
When I was in high school I used to attend a school that was basically a magnet school for wealthy and "gifted" kids.
Think about it like a small rehab center where the main population were either very wealthy kids or smart kids who got lucky to receive a scholarship. Shit felt like a real rehab center.
- You couldn't leave early by yourself. Even if you had a "note", a car had to arrive in front of school and the guards must see you getting into the car.
- Guards had dogs to catch people with drugs.
- All windows were protected and there were barbed wire and large fences to prevent you from escaping.
- There were guards in the 2nd and 3rd floor to make sure that nobody tried to kill themselves or do something stupid like throwing stuff at other people.
Sometimes weird shit would happen.
There was one day where two guys came into the school running like if they had seen death itself or something, they even skipped the guards and just ran all the way into the library.
Then a guy in a motorcycle broke into the school and drove into the library and tried to beat up one of the two guys.
Police got called in and the motorcycle guy threw the kid, got into his bike and left like nothing happened. Apparently the two guys tried to scam him in a drug deal.
Also, sometimes you would see fake cabs.
There was a time where criminal organizations started kindapping students from the school by driving fake cabs and picking them up.
I also saw a guy being tasered by police right after the guy tried to show his friends his brand new taser.
There was also this one kid who was well known around the school for masturbating in class. It was really obvious when he would do it too. He would take his binder and put it on his lap. Then he would rub it ever so slightly against his groin and then eventually act like he was putting his hand in his pocket through his [I]zipper hole[/I]. One of my friends had health class with him. They were watching a documentary about a women getting ready to give birth. The entire room was completely dark and had no windows. The only light illuminating in the entire room was the TV. During the birthing process, my friend told me that you could make out the other kid's silhouette with his arm moving up and down. The side of the room where he was sitting also smelled of raw fish. Probably the worst one I've heard was when after he finished, he supposedly wiped it on the girl sitting next to him. I never heard the reaction from the girl or what happened to the kid after, so I'm pretty sure this one is a rumor.
The kid even confirmed it himself saying, "I didn't know what it was."
[QUOTE=Paincake;52204538]The side of the room where he was sitting also smelled of raw fish. [/QUOTE]
:sick:
[QUOTE=DEMONSKUL;52205461]:sick:[/QUOTE]
Your avatar is quite fitting.
So when I was in elementary/middle school there were these two brother who were a year and two years older than me. Our school was divided in such a way that children betweent the ages of 6 and 11 were in the same building, sharing the same class rooms and common area, so I saw them around all the time. The older kids(12-15) were in a seperate building.
Anyway, these two brothers were from Chechnya and were really, really weird. Try to imagine the McPoyle brothers but botherline albino and Russian and they did some really bizarre things. The duo received the suitable nickname Red Army because they would often stand at the school fence and throw rocks at cars passing by and run away whenever the driver got out to chase them. Whenever me and my friends saw them we'd say "Se upp, där kommer Röda Armén!"(Translated = "Watch out, the Red Army's coming!")
One day I'm sitting on the school playground by myself playing Pokemon Yellow on my original GameBoy and the younger brother walks up, sits down next to me and asks me what I'm doing. I show him my GameBoy and tell him I'm playing Pokemon. He then asks me if I want to see a naked picture of his mother. Awkward ~6 year old me politely says no and keeps on playing. He gets up and wanders off.
The worst thing I ever saw him do was during a lunch break while I was in the common room. The common room was pretty much just a vacant class room filled with paper/crayons/books/pens for kids that didn't want to go out and play during recess. I was sitting there drawing dinosaurs and there were a couple of kids in the room aswell, including the younger brother. The teachers had a rule that we were not allowed to take any crayons or pens out of the room, and despite knowing this, the younger brother tried to take some crayons with him when he was going to the bathroom. He was stopped by a teacher and became upset, but finally gave in and threw the crayons at the teacher. The teacher kind of brushed it off and went on with her buisness. The brother ran out of the room and went to the bathroom.
About ten minutes later the teacher decides to investigate where he went. As soon as she leaves the room we hear her yell. Obviously, we all go to see what's going on out in the hall. What do we see? The younger brother is running around naked, smeared in shit, smearing it all over the walls. The teacher who is yelling at him looks like she's about to have a nervous breakdown(Note: She was a very, very unstable person who would openly yell and cry at us in class, and tell us, 6 year old kids, that we are horrible children and ruining her life.) She tells us to go outside while she deals with him, we get an extended recess while the teachers clean up after him.
This was one of the last times I saw him, about a week later him and his brother just disappeared. I found out a couple of years later that him and his brother had been taken and put in foster care, apparently their mother was an abusive drunk and their father had died during the Chechen war or something a couple of years earlier. I never really knew the older brother, he was two years older than me and was in "big boy" school where you get to learn to read and write etc. I've heard some crazy stories about him but nothing I can validate.
When I was 15 I had a friend who was probably one of the weirdest people I've ever met. He's the guy I posted about in the other thread who threatened to torch my hair. He told me once that he and his younger brother would masturbate in movie theatres together and ejaculate all over the seats. He also bragged to me that he lost his virginity at 13 to his sister who was 5 years older with mild cerebral palsy.
It's been a long time since I've shared something in this thread, but I have a couple of stories to tell.
I went to one of the country's largest universities for two years to earn a bachelor's in political science. I was in the College Democrats club as well as a club centered around trying to get Bernie Sanders the nomination during the primaries, so I ended up with a lot of connections to people across the left wing of the university. I tended to get invited to a lot of events, but I didn't have a whole lot of money and there was a lot of work I needed to be doing for class, so sometimes I missed them.
On the night of the second presidential debate between Clinton and Trump, I was walking from my girlfriend's apartment on one side of the campus to the garage where my car was parked, which was basically on the opposite side. It was dark and I was alone, but the campus felt pretty safe. I had actually forgotten that the debate was even on that night, because I was caught up with other things, and that lead me to coincidentally pass in front of the event hall where the College Democrats were going to be hosting a debate watch party almost an hour later.
There's a solitary man on the sidewalk in front of me. As I approach, he turns towards me but doesn't move, and in fact stands as much "in the way" as possible and looks me in the eyes like he wants to ask me something. I give him a nod and try to pass by, but he actually steps into the same direction so I have to stop. After a couple seconds of awkward silence, he asks me [I]"what?"[/I] as if I'm the one holding [I]him[/I] up.
"I'm just trying to get to my car," I replied.
"Oh, so you're not here for the party?" he asks.
"Huh? Oh yeah, the debate. I didn't know there was going to be another party."
"Yeah, and everyone's invited. Do you want to go inside?"
I think for a minute and decide that I've got shit to do, so I tell him no. "I need to get home. I only stopped because you stepped out in front of me-"
"OH!" he says, overplaying his concern. "Please, sorry, I didn't realize I was being annoying."
Now, at this point I've seen enough of this guy's mannerisms that I wouldn't be surprised if he falls on the autism spectrum, and I don't mean that as an insult in any way, shape, or form. I've just known slightly-autistic people who act a lot like this guy is acting. So I decide to be semi-friendly and shrug it off.
"Nah, it's okay. I just don't have time right now," I said.
"But aren't you in the College Democrats?"
"Yeah, I go to the meetings..."
"I haven't met you yet!" he says, extending a hand to me. I cautiously shake his hand, and he introduces himself to me. "My name's Daniel. And you?"
I tell him my name, and explain my connections to a few of the club members, i.e. "I'm GF's boyfriend, and I'm friends with X, Y, and Z-"
"Yeah, I don't know any of those people," he interrupts super quickly. "Are they coming to the party?"
"Uh, I don't know. GF definitely stayed home though-"
"Whhhhaaaat?"
At this point, Daniel is basically following me, badgering my about my friends and demanding to know why we're not all meeting up to watch the debate. We get all the way to the parking garage when he asks me what I think is going to happen in the election, and I said something along the lines of "I know it looks close on paper, but I hope it's a blowout for Clinton."
He replies: "A... blow... out?"
[img]http://i.imgur.com/r2O5rob.png[/img]
This guy is [I]at least[/I] this confused. We stop dead in our tracks as he tries to process what in the world I mean by a "blowout."
"You know, like, I hope she wins big," I clarify.
"Ooooohhhhhhh," he replies, almost like he was feigning confusion beforehand. He now gives me a look of pure smugness and contempt, like the "It's free real estate" guy.
[B]"Heh, you see, in the political community, we call that a landslide."[/B]
This guy has wasted ten minutes of my time that I could have spent thinking useful thoughts, even stuff as simple as what I would be buying from the supermarket that night would have been better for me than this dead-end conversation. Moreover, he's spent ten minutes trying to convince me that we're friends because we're both Democrats and part of the same gigantic university club, before giving me this patronizing bullshit about election terminology.
"Look man," I said, "I'm about a month from completing a degree in this shit, but I really appreciate the lesson you just gave me." I was as sarcastic as I could possibly manage.
"No problem," he replies, obliviously. I go into the stairwell and start climbing up to the floor my car is parked on. "So, uh, where are you going?" he asks from the ground floor, looking up at me through the gap between the flights of stairs.
"I'm going home," I said, exasperated, "like I said I was doing."
"Oh, so you're not coming to the party?"
"No! Jesus Christ..." And I stormed up the last flight of stairs he just stood there in the same slack-jawed confusion as before. And that's the last time I ever saw him.
Not so much weird as annoying but there's a cafe in my college that seems to be a magnet for [I]ultra-nerds™[/I] who just eat up table after table with card game spreads with miku hatsune and other anime weirdshit splattered on everything. Normally I wouldn't have an issue with this and just not go to the cafe or something but the thing is, they scream. Like I'm not talking like "FFS you beat me again" type shit, I mean like full on sperg screeches on the caliber of rabbits and other small animals being slaughtered ruthlessly.
Oh and it isn't quiet either, when a bunch of these people get going you can hear it from across the fucking building as well as outside the building for a short distance. I can't comprehend what they're screeching about because it's not words, it's basically like the Pepe screech where it's just make fuckall loud high pitch noises.
:s:
[QUOTE=fredstin22;52208297]...that's actually quite disturbing[/QUOTE]
Nowadays the school is protected by militarized police. There are always like two or three patrols in that area. (Cops that carry big guns and full armor) plus ocassionally you find military checkpoints in nearby streets.
This is also why most schools here started to drop the "meet up with your team and work at home"-type of projects.
Lots of students going missing and/or being found dead.
The policy now is either work inside the school building or do it all digitally, connected by a WhatsApp chat or social networks, with everyone at their own home.
Sometimes you can't really avoid it though.
When my brother was about to graduate from high school (he went to the same school as me). The class next to his were going to pull off their own prom party.
They rented a place, got a DJ and lots of stuff for the event, but it turned out that [sp] some of the people assisting to prom were lower ranks who belong to a local cartel [/sp]. They were still students of the same school and all, just that nobody knew about their connections.
Around 10 PM, a couple of black unmarked SUVs arrived and a group of armed people went inside the building where the prom was taking place. Almost everyone was killed and the rest disappeared.
When it was my time to graduate, we also rented a place, but the military arrived at 9:00 PM and they instructed my friend (who was the one of the people in charge of handling the event) that any other guest arriving from that time, would have to go through inspection and that absolutely nobody must leave without a companion.
Like, you couldn't just leave alone and go and buy beer then come back. Either the cops outside or someone inside had to know and wait for you.
The fake cabs are just the tip of the iceberg.
Jesus fucking christ,that's terrifying!Just to clarify:your brother didn't go to that party right?Man,that's some really scary shit.So nobody knew that those atendees were with a cartel?Poor people.
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