Share Your School Stories - Weirdos, freaks, and idiots (self-inclusion optional)

MysticMisty

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Reading this makes me really glad that I was in high school way before it became "hip" for kids to start trooning out.
Same here. When I was in high school was when lezzing out was big, or getting there. The result was either a girl "dating" another girl they referred to as their "wife", but without any kissing, hugging, or anything beyond the kind of contact you'd see in friends.

Or you'd get a girl dating a guy and another girl (who was also a "wife"), but the difference here was that the "wife" would usually also have a boyfriend, and the two girls would openly cuck their boyfriends out in public. Typically by completely ignoring their boyfriends and having the kind of make out session you'd see in Girls Gone Wild or some other lesbian porn. The guys would just watch with an expression indicating they thought they were getting a private show, and she'll definitely pay attention to him later for sure.

Between this and the mental illness pissing contests ramping up at the same time, this was probably the major forerunner to the insanity we see today, just not as extreme.
 

Chan Fan

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It was the year 1999, high school. I had a classmate who was a VCR recording hobbyist, and occasionally I asked him for some stuff to record from TV channels on a VHS. I once asked him to record several Sonic Underground episodes on a tape, because then my 12 year old brother was a huge Sonic fan and wanted to collect some tapes with the cartoon. He agreed to do so, but it turned out I chose the completely wrong time for such a request. My classmate was also asked by his friend to record some porn flick from a *don't-recall-its-name* TV channel, because he eventually got a date with some girl tonight and wanted to score with her. Because of that, my classmate had to give away two VHS copies on the same day. The funniest thing about this case is what I had no idea about all this at all, until that goddamned day: once I received my copy and came back from school, I was going to watch the tape just to check out if everything is alright. Once I put the tape into the video player and played the tape, I got a footage of a lady sucking some dude's dick, and I outrageously screamed at the TV with the "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT??!!!" line. My brother has heard this and ran into my scream, and thank God I managed to turn off the video player before he walked into my room. He asked me what happened, to which I answered: "Bro, that's not Sonic". I was fucking mad at my retarded classmate and even wanted to beat the shit out of him. Fortunately for him, when I met him at school his face was literally covered with of bunch of bruises and plasters. He immediately said: "Yeah, yeah, I know fucked up, man, I'm so sorry". I asked him what happened to his face, and he was like: "My mate has gone mad at me, because I promised him a hot porn tape he would watch with his girlfriend this night, but fuck no, it was Sonic! What a mischance, goddammit". After this, I thought he had enough and decided to not start the conflict.
I had a similar misfortune but no where near as bad - you win
 

FitBitch

A housewife!
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When I was a senior in high school several of my classmates became registered sex offenders and it all started because some dickhead took a shit in some other dickheads shoe.

So Shoeshitter was a senior (18) and his girlfriend at the time was a freshman (14). This is already really fucked up but it's a small rural community and no one seems to mind because they're both still in high school. Shoeshitter had some pictures from his girlfriend on his phone.

Well, Shoeshitter did what Shoeshitters do and took a shit in a fellow sportsball teammates shoe. This wasn't going to stand with Sportsball boy and he stole Shoeshitters phone where he found those pictures of Shoeshitters girlfriend. "Well," thought Sportsball boy, "wouldn't it be so funny if other people got to see Shoeshitters girlfriend this is flawless revenge." And Sportball boy sent those pictures in a mass text to everyone in Shoeshitters contacts.

I had no clue what was happening until there were police officers on my bus confiscating phones before we could all head for home. I didn't own a phone at the time.

Anyone 18 or older who was sent those images and saved them to their phone was busted for possession of child porn and got put on the sex offender registry. It's pretty fucked up.
 

LinkinParkxNaruto[AMV]

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One of the kids from class stole his dad credit card a few times and used it to buy porn movies on pay per view. He taped them on vhs and labelled the tapes stuff like "zinedine zidanes best goals" "france vs brazil" but the most famous one was a hardcore porno he labelled "Black Hawk Down"

For weeks I kept hearing the other kids talking about Black Hawk Down and could not understand why the fuck were they so obsessed over that movie. They would always be begging the kid to borrow his Black Hawk Down tape even though that movie played a lot on tv and everyone must have seen it several times already. I was eventually clued in after much inquiring and giggling on why that was, I felt very stupid.
 

basil marceaux.DOTCOM

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Same here. When I was in high school was when lezzing out was big, or getting there. The result was either a girl "dating" another girl they referred to as their "wife", but without any kissing, hugging, or anything beyond the kind of contact you'd see in friends.

Or you'd get a girl dating a guy and another girl (who was also a "wife"), but the difference here was that the "wife" would usually also have a boyfriend, and the two girls would openly cuck their boyfriends out in public. Typically by completely ignoring their boyfriends and having the kind of make out session you'd see in Girls Gone Wild or some other lesbian porn. The guys would just watch with an expression indicating they thought they were getting a private show, and she'll definitely pay attention to him later for sure.

Between this and the mental illness pissing contests ramping up at the same time, this was probably the major forerunner to the insanity we see today, just not as extreme.
It's all so obvious in hindsight.

But the whole "I'M SO SPECIAL AND GAY" thing teens adopt is hardly unique to any specific generation.
 

Chan Fan

Not a cat girl
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This is the closest I ever was to a fighting breaking out (witnessing the fight, not being in one.) This was maybe 8 feet away from me and a friend who were talking before class one morning in high school. A bunch of us would get there early and hang out by the entrance and greet people with hugs as they came in. One of the guys I was close friends with was 6 feet 5 inches tall, not what you'd call athletic but strong and able-bodied for sure. So this short guy walks up to my very tall friend, who was sitting on a non-functioning heat/AC vent. Short guy says, with a smile on his face, "I heard you said something to [girl's name] and she's my friend, and you'd better not do it again or you'll have to deal with me." Without a word, tall friend stands up, his height towering over the short guy, and open palm slaps him across the face. It was LOUD and everyone stopped talking and turned to see what was happening. I jumped, hearing the loud sound from such close range. Tall guy punches the guy about five times, not even that fast, all the while short guy cowered and covered his head and was yelling after each punch. Security walked up and grabbed tall guy, taking him to the office. Short guy was hurt but mostly just his pride, never taking a swing at the guy he just threatened
 

Lucifer's Rectum

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I've got some stories from different points in my life, but I'll start with this kid I went to high school with since he showed up on my Facebook feed recently. He was one of those really, REALLY whitewash immigrant kids who thought he had a chance at becoming a rapper. He ran a YouTube channel where he'd upload his garbage-tier content for the world to see, naming himself similarly to an existing rapper hoping that it would drive traffic to his work. It did not. All of his songs were crap lyrics over royalty free beats, the kind where the composer's name is played every 20 seconds or so. It was so horribly bad that he's kind of become meme among the people who are around my age living in my area. Even kids that went to schools other than the one I went to know about this shit. I remember a number of occasions where he would get up on a table in the cafeteria at lunch, rapping while people egged him on. There's even a page in our year book dedicated to meming on him. Dude had zero self-awareness, and genuinely thought he was going to take off as the next big thing in rap. To this day, his Facebook profile lists him as a rapper who's going to "change the rap game". Last I checked, he was trying to get signed on for a record label but his plans were shot when his family got deported back to Egypt or wherever the fuck they were from.
 

ForgedBlades

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Well this is one for the history books.

I'm going to try to describe this as best I can. This is definitely more of a "you had to be there" story, but it's just too absurd not to share.

This afternoon I was doing some work in the chemistry annex building on campus. I've been spending a lot of time there because there's rarely anyone there and I can get shit done without the mask gestapo yelling at me for occasionally having mine pulled down.

I'm sitting in the large lounge room. I have a table pulled up against the south wall in order to have access to an outlet for my laptop. There's a closet door about a foot to my right.

About an hour into my work, this casually dressed man comes in. He opens the closet and drags out a podium. He sets it up right next to me. I don't think anything of it.

He leaves for about five minutes and returns, setting up a laptop at the podium. I turn and ask him if I'm in the way of something and that I would be more than happy to move. He responds with a friendly "No, you're fine right there! You were here first anyway."

I think, "Okay, if he was doing what I think he was going to do, he certainly would have asked me to move. Maybe he's just testing some equipment or troubleshooting something."

He walks away.

Ten minutes later about 15 people file in. I freeze. I can't fathom what's about to happen. Podium man walks back to the podium. The podium and the man behind it are six inches to my right. He dims the lights and lowers the screen. It finishes its descent a few inches behind my left shoulder.

"Good afternoon everyone, thanks for coming to this meeting of the chemistry graduate student association. Today I want to talk about..."

It's happening. I don't know what to do. This man is giving a lecture, and me, a random stranger is sitting next to him like I'm supposed to be there. Like I'm his assistant or some guest speaker he's about to introduce.

Everything begins racing through my head. Why didn't he politely ask me to leave when he saw me there? Why didn't he inform me of what was about to happen when I volunteered to leave? Why did he encourage me to stay? Is this man mentally ill? Why didn't I get up to leave when the crowd filed in? What is even happening right now?

I have two options. Get up and leave in the middle of his presentation, or slouch over and bury myself in my book. I don't know why, but I chose the latter.

He spoke for an hour. One hour of me sitting directly to his right. When he was finished, he packed up his laptop, moved the podium back into the closet, and left. Didn't say a word to me.

And that, my friends, was my afternoon.
 

Chan Fan

Not a cat girl
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Sounds like you and I went to middle school around the same time, some of that really hit home hahaha and yeah we had a step team as well but only black girls could join.

My middle school had regular talent shows but I was in a program that focused on performance and stuff so there were more people who participated. The girls singing N*SYNC to a CD was a real deja vu moment lol. One of the dance groups that peformed did a full dance routine to "Rumpshaker" (I have the tape of their performance that I would love to convert and upload) and you could tell they didn't practice much and only one girl knew the entire routine. Her name was Kelli. Kelli was the dancer in the middle of the five girls. At one point she stepped in front of the other girls and started shaking her boobs (reminder this was middles school and she was 13) and right before the end of the song their other girls just stopped dancing altogether because they forgot what to do. Kelli turned around and got into sort of an open-leg push-up position and twerked and all the middle school boys went crazy, yelling and whistling and smacking the lunchroom tables. I've never seen anything like it before or since. Because they wanted to sell tapes of the performance after the fact for fundraising the very end of the performance was cut off but the rest of it is definitely there
@Kari Kamiya

Looks like I only misremembered one detail - there were four girls, not five. Kelli is the second from the left. There is some cheering around the 30-second mark. This video is worth watching twice because the girl on the far right is so uncoordinated haha and the title card at the very end is unrelated, just there for the next section of the video.

 

Kari Kamiya

"I beat her up, so I gave her a cuck-cup."
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@Kari Kamiya

Looks like I only misremembered one detail - there were four girls, not five. Kelli is the second from the left. There is some cheering around the 30-second mark. This video is worth watching twice because the girl on the far right is so uncoordinated haha and the title card at the very end is unrelated, just there for the next section of the video.

That's surprisingly tame lol, I was getting flashbacks to my middle school days. Definitely was the kind of dance that was popular with the girls at the time, although the ones I saw had less rump shaking and more like Napoleon Dynamite-inspired. The podium there looks like it leads into a classroom, it looks like a church gymnasium stage so I got confused about the setting.

Thanks for sharing!

Speaking of talent shows, I got flashbacks while ripping my old Kelly Clarkson CD (legit forgot how good of an album it is) to eighth grade where a couple of girls sang over "Because of You" and had to self-censor "same damn thing". They were off-sync and didn't have the same energy as Clarkson, of course, but I remember cringing in my seat during it. Which is hypocritical of me 'cause I did the same thing in singing over the "2.B.A. Master" cassette tape to "The Time Has Come" 'cause I thought it was oh-so-symbolic of me to pretty much say farewell to middle school lol. But the funny thing about that was the tape had a snag in the middle of the song 'cause I had listened to it so much over the years, so I just sang as normal, but the rest of the crowd reacted to it by looking at the stereo when it went muffled for a moment.
 

MysticMisty

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In 8th grade I had multiple classes with a cunt of a girl I nicknamed Cockroach, but it was quickly shortened to Roach. I came up with it because she had two long, skinny bangs that reminded me of a bug's antennae.

Roach was one of those girls who had two or three friends and openly despised everyone else, thought they were above everyone else. Everyone knows the type. She was also the type of student who refused to do any kind of schoolwork or participate in group activities and assignments, except to actively and openly sabotage whoever she was partnered with. Yeah, one of those people. I sometimes wonder how those classmates (including Roach) went on to function outside of school. Between constantly back talking the teacher and refusing to do any sort of work I don't seem them as doing anything except collect welfare.

Anyways, in the last week of February things got pretty bad with Roach when she decided to start hitting the back of my head with a textbook. Hard enough to see stars and immediately cause a terrible headache, actually. I told the teacher every time this happened because this shit fucking hurt, but he'd refused to do anything every time because "I didn't see it". Teachers were fucking useless at my school.

In history on Friday, March 1st, our teacher decided we'd do a review by playing Jeopardy and divided us in groups of three. Guess which group had Roach in it? My other partner and I did out best because the teacher graded us by active participation (versus just blurting out random answers or refusing to answer at all), but of course Roach just sat back and refused to participate.

Towards the end of the class she told us we were stupid for not trying to actively fail every class. Between that day, getting hit on the back of head by a fucking text book every day that week thus far, and every other day since the school year started I had had enough and called out Roach on her shit behavior and told her that she wasn't even fit for flipping fast food burgers without getting fired for her shit attitude. I didn't attempt to whisper my call out and everything went dead silent. The next thing that happened was the teacher angrily escorting me to the office personally, while yelling about how loud and rude I was as he did so.

The office was surprisingly empty of other students that day (I can only assume that Mr. Fatty must've not been in that day), and after a quick talk with one of the VPs I was sitting in his office. He'll be Mr. Young because he was pretty young for a VP. I'm told to explain myself, and I admit that what the teacher said was mostly true, except that I wasn't nearly as loud as he said I was, and that I did it because I've been having problems with Roach all year (I didn't call her Roach though, obviously). This is the first time he's heard this and actually gives me the opportunity to keep going, so I tell him all about the shit she's been doing all year, and the recent escalation of being hit on the head by textbooks with teachers refusing to do anything about it, including and especially this particular teacher.

Mr. Young is listening to me when we're interrupted by someone at the door. The district didn't see a need to provide nearly enough adult hall monitors at this school (there was only, like, one, maybe two, and one of them was a bitchy morbidly obese Mexican woman with a massive camel toe) so VPs had to double as such, especially during lunch times. For whatever reason they need Mr. Young to patrol so he has to leave. For some reason I am put in the RO's office. I guess because it's unlocked all the time? Either way I'm made to sit in there.

To me this is no big deal. Kind of like a stay of execution. So I take out one of my notebooks and start drawing for a while. I don't know how long I drew before the RO arrived. She is quite nice to me despite knowing I had to be in trouble, which is probably why after a few minutes of her showing up one of the bitchy secretaries orders me out of her office "because she needs it". Even though she personally didn't ask me to, or even came off as remotely annoyed.

So now I'm sitting out in the main part of the office, where bitchy secretaries can glare at me more easily. I don't think they like that I can find ways to amuse myself in the office before getting in trouble, but fuck them, I'm going to have as good of a day as I can. I alternate between drawing and reading, and three entire classes pass without any sign of Mr. Young returning soon.

8th grade lunch finally starts (because this year my school decided to segregate all the grades into different lunches, and because they gave no fucks about us, 8th graders had lunch between 5th and 6th periods near the end of the day), and I awkwardly start to pull out my lunch when my school counselor appears and invites me away from the bitchy secretaries to her office to eat. Bitchy secretaries can't complain since I was explicitly invited and I go to my counselor's office.

As I pull out my lunch in there she asks how come I'm in the office today, as I've hardly been in trouble since escaping Mr. Fatty. I tell her all about Roach, and she's very unhappy to hear this. Turns out a lot of my classmates have come to her to complain about Roach because the teachers won't do anything. This frustrates her because she can't do anything except listen and offer sympathy: only teachers have the power to report students to the VPs.

After that she asks if I have any plans for the weekend. I tell her about how I invited a friend to come over after school and we're going to play video games for the rest of the afternoon before going out to eat. And tomorrow I'm headed out to one of the malls to hang out and go shopping, and then go to the drive-in theater tomorrow night with a friend. At this point my counselor stops me and asks what's going on for me to do so much in one weekend. I tell her it's my birthday today. And it's true, that day was, in fact, my birthday.

Counselor is shocked and genuinely upset that I have spent almost the entire day in the office, on my birthday, because of Roach. She tells me she's going to take care of this and heads out for a bit, so I eat by myself. When she comes back she happily told me she's taken care of things, and we spend the rest of lunch and the first few minutes of 6th period talking. That's when Mr. Young finally returned and I went back with him to his office to be sentenced.

Mr. Young is surprisingly in a better mood. I find out that the counselor told him all the problems students have with Roach that come to her because the teachers won't do anything, and give him the names of at least some of those students. Then when 6th period started he went to Roach's last class of the day (which was also my last class of the day), and talked to the names in that class. Not only did they back up my side of the story about what happened in history, they've actually witnessed her hitting me with textbooks, and a bunch of other shit.

Taking all of this into account he no longer blames me for what I did, nor does he believe I was exceptionally loud like my teacher said. But because I did technically interrupt the class (though mainly to appease my teacher) he's giving me a couple days of detention I can serve next week, and asks me to call out Roach quieter in the future. Oh, and he wished me a happy birthday, too.

Then he walked me to my 6th period class so he could haul Roach down to the office. And let me tell you, he looked a lot angrier at her than he ever did with me. Not that Roach seemed to care, she just walked out with that better-than-you smirk she always had.

Flash forward to the end of the weekend. I never told mom about my detention because I didn't want it to spoil my big birthday weekend, but on Sunday night she casually brings up she got a phone call from the school Friday afternoon. I'm rather obviously scared, but she laughs and tells me it's okay. Mr. Young explained that I was standing up to a known bully and that the detention was really to appease the teacher this happened in front of. He also assured her that even though he couldn't say exactly what, that Roach was going to be much, much more severely punished. Mom tells me she's happy I stood up to such a bitch and only asks that I call people out privately, where adults can't hear me, in the future. She was so genuinely happy about me standing up for myself that after detention that Monday she took me out to dinner to celebrate.

And that's how I called out a bitch and was rewarded for doing so. Oh, and for the curious, I found out that Roach was given nearly two weeks of ISS, basically the max you can give without full on suspending someone. Definitely a lot worse than a few detentions, but nothing about Roach changed. Go figure.

Epilogue: At school on Monday at the start of history my teacher makes a big show of ordering me to the back room into this shared mini-conference room, and orders me to spend the class writing an apology letter to Mrs. Whoever, who shares the mini-conference room with us and whose class I interrupted last Friday with my supposedly loud and disruptive outburst. Whatever. I sit down, write it out, and spend the rest of class drawing until he comes back near the end. At this point he disappears through one of the other doors and brings in Mrs. Whoever, who looks very confused. I apologize for being loud on Friday, and hand her my apology letter. She straight up tells me she has no idea what I'm talking about, because she never heard any sort of noise out of our class Friday. She looks annoyed to have been hauled out of class. Mrs. Whoever disappears back into her class, and my teacher turns and glares at me, because it's my fault I exposed his lie, I guess.
 

the sister fister

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there was this hick kid with asperger's who, in a rage beyond human comprehension, picked up a chair and hurled it at our assistant principal before running out as fast as he can through the front doors.
 

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Same here. When I was in high school was when lezzing out was big, or getting there. The result was either a girl "dating" another girl they referred to as their "wife", but without any kissing, hugging, or anything beyond the kind of contact you'd see in friends.

Or you'd get a girl dating a guy and another girl (who was also a "wife"), but the difference here was that the "wife" would usually also have a boyfriend, and the two girls would openly cuck their boyfriends out in public. Typically by completely ignoring their boyfriends and having the kind of make out session you'd see in Girls Gone Wild or some other lesbian porn. The guys would just watch with an expression indicating they thought they were getting a private show, and she'll definitely pay attention to him later for sure.

Between this and the mental illness pissing contests ramping up at the same time, this was probably the major forerunner to the insanity we see today, just not as extreme.
When I was in high school attention-seeking whores would say that they were bisexual. Me and my friends would call each other fag or faggot, and this one chick turned around and nagged, "excuse me, but I'm BISEXUAL!" So shot back at her saying, "big FUCKING deal, mind your business."
 
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