Former Students Are Remembering the Weirdest Thing the 'Weird Kid' Did at School

There was a mentally handicapped kid at my all boys high school (we'll call him Jack). He was skinny and pale and was a loner, I always felt bad for the guy.

Some assholes (I'm guessing it was the 'cool kids' at the time) convinced him that fingering cats was the cool thing to do.

Well, him being who he is went home and fingered his cat and came back the next day to tell the assholes/'cool kids' what he'd done.

They spread the word about Jack fingering his cat around the school and soon enough everyone knew about it.

Some people felt bad for jack and kept quiet, whilst others would yell "Hey Jack! Heard you got some pussy last night!" and laugh like it was the best joke in the world. Fuckwits.

Anyway, at the end of the school year there's a talent show.

There are students and their families and teachers all gathered around.

This kid in grade 10 finishes a guitar solo performace of pachelbel canon, and it was really amazing. I still remember him shredding away at the guitar like crazy. Kid had skills and tons of talent.

Anyway, the MC gets up (it was the performance arts teacher) and she announces the next act from... Jack.

The whole student body lets out a gasp in unison, and we all go dead quiet.

You could've heard a bee fart in that room it was so dead silent. Out comes Jack onto the stage, and tucked under his arm is his cat. Fuck. Me. Dead.

We all knew what was going to happen, but no one dared to say a thing.

The silence broke and people started to whisper to each other. "What the fuck?!", "No fucking way", "Is he really going to...?", "Oh my God I thought that was a joke!", "Oh fuck this is so horrible... Someone stop him the poor guy..".

The teachers had no idea and started shushing us all.

There Jack stood, under the limelight with his cat now standing on a table.

The thing was incredibly well behaved I must say.

Jack was dressed as a magician, with the sequinned cape that glittered in the light and the top hat. He even had the wand.

Everyone was on the edge of their seat in anticipation.

Jack slowly lifted his cat's tail, inserted two fingers into his mouth and licked at them, and then inserted his fingers into the cat's anus.

A woman from the side of the hall screamed.

The music stopped, the lights went on and poor Mrs. Barrington ran onto the stage and hauled poor Jack the fuck out of there.

The hall half erupted in laughter while the other half were shocked.

Some students were telling the ones laughing off, that it'd gone too far, others telling others to shut the fuck up and not be such pussies.

Anyway, the show went on and jack was taken away into the back, who knows where.

We never saw Jack again. I honestly still feel so bad for him till this day. I wonder what happened to him and what he's doing now.

Jack, whereever you are mate, I hope you're okay.

**Update:** A lot of people are mentioning how there would have been rehearsals so I asked around, getting in contact with old friends who were also there to see what they know. I'm told that he came to Ms. Barrington who was in charge of the show, a couple of days before it was to be on, right after the final rehearsals and begged her to let him do a quick act. 

I'm guessing she felt sorry for him and figured it couldn't be all that bad.

Username: skyy0731

I went to high school with a girl who pretended to be a vampire.

She would refuse to go out in the sun, refuse to eat in front of people, etc. I just thought she was kinda kooky.

She dated my friend J briefly and immediately cheated on him, and I outed her to him - but she never found out it was me so somehow she got to thinking we were friends.

Over time she got worse; she sort of ruined every social circle she got into (very manipulative), so she fucked with a lot of my friends and then their other friends outside our circle.

I know she was probably too young to be diagnosed as a narcissist but I've never really seen somebody as unlikable as she was also easily turn people against each other (my parents had similar behavior though so I knew what to look out for).

But aside from that I just thought she was weird. She spoke to me constantly and I was always really uncomfortable with her, and she always seemed to try harder because she knew I wasn't into it.

I hadn't learned to set boundaries yet.

Things really came to a head though when she and one my friend W's exes claimed to have "sacrificed" a squirrel and drank its blood in the woods near our school.

Who knows why. She threatened W not to tell.

But someone dropped a dime on her to the school admin when they found a recounting of the event in her public online blog.

Dude. She had dead animals in her locker - fresh and not.

Squirrels and other small stuff she could catch/buy. She had knives and other weird weapons.

She also apparently had a small arsenal in her car. SHE HAD A HIT LIST ON HER PUBLIC BLOG.

She had a plan to attack the school graduation on it too. My friend P was #1.

I was apparently on it in the top 10 - guess she knew about me outing her after all.

They had to have the cops and private security at our graduation. My friend P almost wasn't allowed to walk because of this happening.

The school claimed the threat was contained even though she'd disappeared after being arrested (or whatever you do with a kid in this situation) and juvie/the cops/hospital **couldn't find her**.

The school was threatening everyone into attending the graduation and claiming the situation was under control.

**They threatened us not to tell our parents that there was a shooting threat at our school/graduation.**

This was a redneck little town just before school shootings and all that became so mainstream, and they were in over their head - they started threatening kids who didn't come to school because they were scared because "it would look better" if we all showed up to prove we weren't scared.

Their idea of a "secure" graduation was one fat cop on the grounds.

This didn't stop until someone (who shall not be named) went to the news about it.

The news showed up and tore the school apart, and one of my other friends A got on the news talking about all the crazy shit the school had said (but denied).

But get this - she had a ton of popular kids defending her on social media and in school.

My father commented on the school's vague post about it - calling the school out for trying to hide how much danger kids were in.

And immediately a bunch of cheerleaders and one of our valedictorian types started coming after my father saying that he was "judgemental", that he didn't know her or what she'd "been through".

And I have to wonder if she manipulated them too, because these people had no cause to know her, never hung out with her at school, and apparently didn't know her either because she had a good home life - which I only knew because she talked to me constantly. 

2 years later, the state allowed her to adopt two children.

Username: Cormamin

Had a couple weird kids in m class, they were fraternal twin siblings, a boy and a girl, and after their parents divorce their mother won custody, then dumped them on their father and disappeared a week later. They were 13 at the time.

Their father was friends with my mother and so my mother agreed to babysitting them whenever he had to work and couldn't watch them.

We thought it was weird that a couple 13 year old kids but maybe their dad was just over-protective.

While my mother watched them the boy would go into the den and just stare at the floor for hours without moving. He wouldn't turn on the TV, play video games, read a book...nothing. Just sat and stared. The girl decided she like me and started following me around the house. 

I did my best to ignore her but she kept at it. At one point I locked myself in my room when I heard they were coming over to be watched by my mother.

She responded by busting through the drywall into my bedroom like she was the fucking Kool-Aid Man.

Their father promised to pay for the damages and begged my mother to keep watching them. Which she unfortunately did.

The girl continued following me around except now as she followed me around she would wait until she couldn't be over heard or we were alone and try to get me another 13 year old to allow her to give me a hand job or a blow job.

She would try to flash me. The straw that broke the camel's back was when she showed up at the house in a skirt with nothing underneath and kept trying to pull my hand to her crotch.

I told my mother what was happening and she told the guy that she couldn't watch his kids anymore because his daughter was sexually harassing me.

He wasn't even surprised. He asked me to leave the room and I did but I wanted to know what was happening so I hung around the corner and eaves-dropped on the conversation.

Turns out no, he was not being over-protective. He had come home from work and caught them mutually masturbating.

Not each other just in the same room while watching each other.

And he'd caught them doing it more than once.

And not feeling like he could trust them to stop and not go farther he had enlisted a babysitter to prevent it from happening.

After that my mother outright refused to babysit them anymore.

Apparently it wasn't long after that conversation that their dad caught them having sex and found out they'd been having sex for a few weeks.

After it all came out she tried to kill her brother, whom she blamed for their secret getting out, by forcing an entire can of hairspray down his throat.

He was ultimately fine and when her and her dad went to pick him up from the hospital she tried to throw herself out of the car as it was going 50 mph down the highway.

The dad saw it coming though and was able to grab her with one hand and pull her back into the car while pulling the car over with the other.

The brother went to live with Grandma out of state and I never saw him again.

The sister ended up in a mental institution for a while. She showed back to school my junior year of high school, so roughly 4 years later.

She was a sophomore instead of a junior, I figured it had something to do with the institution.

I did my best to avoid her but to my dismay I ran into her late into my senior year. I was returning to class after using the restroom when I ran into her in an otherwise empty stairway.

She greeted me, threw out a halfhearted apology for how she behaved when we were younger then asked if I would like to have lunch with her sometime.

I noped right the fuck out of that entire situation as quickly as possible. I saw her from a distance a few times after that but after graduation I thankfully never saw her again.

Username: ThorsHammer0999

I was the weird kid, the weird kid of weird kids and I mean that in a completely serious way.

I was that kid that was just "too cool" for absolutely everyone, though I did genuinely like just about everyone.

I did a lot of weird shit.

Humping drainage pipes from the gym (just making a joke) in like 2nd grade.

Which apparently is totally inappropriate content for jokes when you're like 8 years old.

Humped a cat in front of some "friends" from school (later hated me cuz my mom snitched them out for stealing her cigarettes) and they told everyone I like full blown fucked the cat.

Damn man I didn't live that down until like 9th grade.

I had to move away for two years and come back and it still got mentioned a few times.

(Yea yea I humped a lot of shit, I had real issues lol....)

Constantly had headphones on/reading books to the point teachers would take them from me in class. So I would act up (talk to people, tell stories, ask totally unrelated to test material but interesting (to me) questions) until I was sent to the hall and then I would read/sleep.

Totally jizzed in a lot of public sinks. Fuck I have serious issues.

Did a speech/research assignment on a dude who tortured young boys and I specifically mentioned him heating glass in their rectums until it exploded (and a few other graphic things) and probably creeped everyone out cuz that shit makes me smile/grin when I talk about it. 

(Coping mechanism, I have crazy high empathy and imagining the pain of that, the only way I would deal with it would be to laugh and just let it swallow you up.

Fighting that level of pain will only make it worse.)

There's a lot more, some probably worse, that's about all I can admit for the moment though.

In my defense I participated in group orgies at age 5 (yea, fucked the fuck up situation I grew up in) and was babysitting my two younger brothers at age 6-7.

I remember walking bare foot across town with change from the couch to buy a chicken wing for lunch around this time as well.

Wasn't as uncommon in rural Oklahoma then. I loved fruit season cuz I could eat from trees around town/berries on fences and things like that.

Saw my mom beaten by half a dozen men, I remember her telling me to go to school (I was maybe in like 3-4th grade) while being held up by her throat by her best friends ex husband who she had divorced for beating her, and my mom moved him into our house. 

He later got hiv from shooting up heroin, my mom and grandpa (shot up with him) thought they had aids and had to get tested (I remember overhearing these conversations at around age 9-11).

I was in the gifted program but they kicked me out for missing all my days of school I wasn't in the gifted, and basically for interrupting all the "not quite as smart as you but significantly less fucked up" people that were in the class with me.

I planned hanging myself in class during a break so I would rot and be more dramatic. All kinds of really fucked stuff.

Luckily there were enough people along the way I didn't want to fuck over that I never did anything that extreme.

Plenty of people never actively did anything to me, no reason to fuck them like that.

Plus a guy I looked up to killed himself over a girl when he was 16-17 and I was like 9-10. I had this recurring nightmare that gave me panic attacks ever since the day of his funeral.

I didn't go. I haven't been comfortable at funerals since I was 8-9-10.

I can't let my walls down that much around other people or it will lead to a confrontation for some reason.

Username: [deleted]

I posted this in a similar thread so I thought I'd share here.

There was this kid in my creative writing class my senior year of high school who scared the shit out of me.

Everyone knew he had major anger issues, so everyone knew he wasn't the most stable person.

Hell, even if you didn't know he had anger issues, he just looked creepy enough to be avoided.

He had really curly hair that he let grow long to the point that it covered his eyes and when you could see his eyes, they were bugged out. And he smelled.

In my creative writing class, I learned that even the tiniest, most insignificant thing would send him flying into a rage.

My class used these shitty little netbooks to do writing assignments and one day,

Crazy Dude's wasn't turning on, so he slammed it on his desk and shouted "I CAN'T GET THIS FUCKING THING TO TURN ON!!!" Then, when he got it to turn on, he continued to bitch to the teacher for the remainder of the class about how it was such bullshit that the computer wouldn't turn on when he pressed the button. 

He would sometimes come into class already pissed off because someone accidentally bumped into him or because of something someone said.

Sometimes he would just get up in the middle of class and walk out and never come back for the rest of the period.

He also liked slamming the door as loud as possible if something pissed him off in class to the point he'd feel like he had to leave.
He also wrote some really fucked up shit in class.

His stories always had to do with gore, death, decapitations and murder, you name it.

My teacher would ask him why he always wrote fucked up shit and he would just chuckle and say that he liked stuff like that.

I had the honor of peer editing his paper once, and I saw that he apparently can't spell for shit and has no idea what grammar and punctuation is.

I fixed his mistakes and also rearranged some sentences for him so that they made more sense grammatically.

Luckily, it was a multiple peer edit, so I wasn't the only one that fixed up his paper, and when he got mad at the changes we made, he wasn't able to pin the blame on one single person, since it was anonymous.

He also never shut the fuck up. He was always talking. Always.

If something struck a chord with him, he'd go on a tangent, and the teacher was too scared of him to interrupt him so we could move on. He was like a real life Elmo Blatch.

He also just asked straight up dumb questions sometimes.

I can't remember any good examples, but suffice to say they were questions that everyone should know the answers to.

My mom, who worked at my school as a lunch lady, saw Crazy Dude around a lot because the school had him do some jobs for the kitchen staff sometimes.

Not sure why. He usually just took trash out to the dumpsters. My mom said everyone thought he would be the next Columbine kid, he flew off the handle that much.

This guy somehow acquired a girlfriend, who I have to assume was just as unstable as he was. My mom said that one time he took out the trash and never came back, so when the janitors went looking for him, they found him and his girlfriend by the dumpsters, making out and slowly progressing.

So yeah, I don't know if he ever graduated.

I didn't see him when I graduated, but he might have been a year below me.

I never talked to him, so I don't know much about him other than what I experienced with him in class.

Username: GhibliNut

Was homeschooled until high school. He had absolutely zero friends, zero social skills, zero self confidence. Used to draw swastikas alllll over his stuff: books, binders, pencil case etc. 

When questioned, he had no idea why it was a problem.

Like, didn't actually believe in Nazism (we grew up in a place and country where Nazis were only talked about in history class and I had never even heard of a neo-nazi.

They were like fairy tales to us.

But we knew who Hitler was and all about WWII Nazis. ) He was really REALLY not bright. At all.

The whole swastika thing was so pathetic and sad that he earned the nickname Nazzee.

Like, bro, everyone here associates Nazis with Hitler and the Holocaust and we've learned about that for years, and yet you don't understand why it would be weird that you would draw their very noticeable symbol all over everything you own and yet don't think it endorses their belief system or implicates that you could be sympathetic to their cause? 

It was weird, dude.

It doesn't end there, though.

He would stare for very VERY long amounts of time at girls. Like, without blinking.

And with no expression on his face.

He read lots and lots, but ONLY super old, dusty, westerns from the 70s and earlier (this was late 90s, early 2000s...)

It didn't get any better after high school. Never changed in the least - except got darker? Perhaps?

Would only talk about darkness and depression and became a seemingly heavy alcoholic right after high school and for years after.

Friends of ours kind of tried to take him "under their wing" so to speak, but he was absolutely draining and exhausting like never experienced before.

He became a bouncer, at one point, (he was a big, tall dude), and wore a cowboy hat and spurs to work (and everywhere) all the time. (We don't live in a place where people dress like that.... honestly the only really life spurs I've ever seen in my entire life). 

He's still around here...I get that he suffers from depression, but when people try to work with you for years and there is zero effort made to get any kind of help and the same cycle of talk goes around and around and around like a broken record....? W

e knew some of it was for attention, but some of it was very obviously real.

This was a terrible life for him, but he also had no other way of having people pay any attention to him or spend time with him unless he was drunk and threatening suicide.

Or that's what he thought.

Our friends who spent time with him wanted so much to bring him into the fold and invited him to positive events, etc. and we were all very patient with them and him.

But did was very scary and disturbing to be around. No one felt truly safe around him.

After Columbine happened, he was the very first person people would say would be the one to commit that kind of thing at our school...

I still worry that he may have killed someone or will kill someone... Or would hire a hooker and then kill her...

He just has no ability to make any kind of human connection and is so weird! There is no other explanation or word for what it feels like to be around him.

He has several siblings, and while 3 of them are pretty much as disconnected and awkward as a family homeschooled for their entire lives in a very religious situation can be, one of his brothers was completely normal and has a good life and was cute and popular in the "quirky church kid" kind of way.

I spent time with him and his wife for awhile and, rest assured, odd bro never came up...

Username: no_more_fake_names

Oh, I have a few. A kid in the 8th grade with the last name Cunningham whipped it out and beat off on a school trip to see a musical play put on at a Travis County Junior College in XXXXXX Texas in 1989.

At one point, he didn't even bother hiding it.

He was forever known as Cumminhand.

I moved to Oklahoma the next year.

There was a girl in the 8th Grade named X that I had a bit of a crush on whose grandpa had three claims to fame: 1: he was the county sheriff, 2: he was reputed to be a drug dealer 3: he shot and killed his deputy during a fight at a diner and got off with self defense.

X lived with her grandpa and would come to class completely fucking blasted out of her mind on all various drugs. Busbar was her favorite. a fact she told me when she OD'd in homeroom after casually telling me she loved me.

She survived but I never saw her again.

Moved back to family farm 10th Grade, rural high school kid was allowed to ride a bull at a rodeo. Got bucked off, bull rounded on him, gored him in the head with horns.

Major head injury, put in medical coma, almost died. Survived.

Major personality changes after.

Not much filter, starts stealing a lot, getting into trouble, acting out. Moves in with a girl after trouble with dad. Parents allow them to marry. 16 yo boy +14 yo wife. Sound crazy enough yet?

Boy openly cases bank during a class field trip with my brother.

My brother remarks that the only way to rob bank is if the robber comes in when the safe is first opened. No idea that his classmate is serious.

Kid comes back to bank and tries to rob it a few months later wearing a ski mask and holding a shotgun.

Bank not open yet. Bank employees refuse to open door to armed, masked robber yelling threats into door.

Small town bank teller recognizes the kids voice, knows his family. Robber tries to run back to the car after failing to gain entry. Getaway driver is 14 year old wife. Girl panics and gets away as fast as she can.

Leaves bank robber kid. Bank robber kid runs into nearby woods. We're country, our cops have trained tracking dogs for this. Kid hears dogs, begins stripping off clothing to throw off the dogs. It doesn't work.

They find him naked hiding in an abandoned oil tank. Kid goes to prison for bank robbery. 14year old accomplice wife goes back to Junior High.

Moral of story?

Don't let kids ride fucking bulls without head protection and recognize when a child's behavior is fucked due to a massive head injury and he needs to be monitored for odd behavior and shouldn't have access to firearms or allowed to get married to a fucking child that does not understand what the fuck marriage is or what she's getting into.

All of this was preventable shit.

This kid was my cousin. Was a good kid once. Could have had a good life. Bad parenting destroyed him completely.

11th Grade, class watched Lonesome Dove because the teacher didn't give a shit about teaching. Literally only took attendance and left class immediately every day for months.

Weird kid asked me why they robbed the Wells Fargo mail carrier stage coach,

I said it's because the mail is used to carry bank deposits and bank notes that can be cashed in for money; he asked if they still did and I said yeah so he'd stop talking during the show.

That night he tore down the rear wall of the post office, stole the safe, stole a metal cutter from the shop class at the high school, cut open the safe under a bridge and only found a big roll of stamps and some rolls of change. He went to Federal Prison also.

Username: Demosthenes_was_here

Goddamn this is some tame stuff guys, I got a good one. My junior year of highschool I witnessed a kid masturbate at his seat in class.

For some backstory, I went to a small Christian school, very small number of kids in the whole school, probably like 35 kids total?

Well in my room, there were about 15 kids, with the younger kids next door.

The kid I caught was already super duper fuckin weird, he was known to sit there and pick his nose openly in class, thinking nobody was looking at him I guess.

On top of that, he barely talked to anyone EVER (I'm not exaggerating), save for one guy who he occasionally talked to (his only friend).

He never did his work, failed damn near every class he took, and believe it or not there wasn't a damn thing wrong with him. Not on the spectrum, nothing. He was just incredibly weird.

Aside from me (the one who caught him), and him (the one doing it), there was one other person involved in this. I'll give you some background on her, we'll call her K.

K had blonde hair, blue eyes, five foot nothin', perfect little ass that jiggled as she walked. I know that because she was in yoga pants every damn day and it was glorious.

She would always wear some pretty low cut shirts and Jesus Christ she had some very perky tits, I mean, guys, this girl is a dime.

K was a year behind me so she was about 15 at the time, very attractive and dressed by far the sluttiest out of all the girls at our school.

So this happened in the spring, it was hot out, Kk was wearing a low cut tank top and some very short shorts, that were like kaki I guess?

I don't know, there were white and thin enough to see through. I'd been eyeing her all day along with every other straight guy at the school.

It's the end of class, we all get up and are leaving, K bends over and starts putting her stuff in her backpack.

Through these little bitty see through white shorts, you can see EVERYTHING. Well, she was wearing a blue thong, but aside from that, everything.

Jesus fuck man, I was staring hard because who wouldn't?

From where she sits, I was the only guy with a clear view of it because she sort of stood up and turned around to put her things in her backpack and I was at the front of the room in the opposite corner.

Well, instant boner right there guys, I'm just sitting there filing what I'm seeing away into the spank bank. And then I realize I'm NOT the only guy with this magnificent view.

The weird kid, we'll call him T (in case you're wondering, he was in my grade), is seeing the same wondrous show that I am, and he's going to fucking town.

I didn't say anything to him because 1.) I wasn't that surprised honestly, and 2.) I was too busy taking in this fine little bitch's caboose.

I guess T thought nobody would see him because he was toward the front of the room near me, I don't know, but I can't really blame him because if I was socially crippled like T I'd've been doing the same thing.

If you want an idea of what K looks like, I have a picture in my phone of a porn star/model/whatever that has a single picture from a set of her pictures where she looks EXACTLY like K, they look so similar in this picture it's astonishing.

I've seen the entire set of these pictures and in every other picture she looks nothing like K, it's just this one picture where they look identical, I guess it's the angle.

K had a reputation at the time for only dating black guys, a reputation she was well aware of and openly discussed.

If you're wondering what became of K, I saw her in the mall while I was with my S/O about a month ago, she was so pregnant she was about to pop, and holding a black guy's hand, we're both 18+ now so good on her for finding a young black guy that would stick around (not trying to be racist, my dad walked out on my mom so I know the pain and hardship associated with that and I'm genuinely glad for her).

If you're wondering what became of T, I don't know and I don't want to know. Dude was creepy as fuuuck.

If I can figure out how to upload the picture of this K lookalike I will, unless there isn't any interest and nobody ever reads this.

Username: [deleted]

Ok... an anecdote from my middle/high school days. 

Let’s call this kid... Drew. I met Drew in sixth grade, and we were friendly. 

He had longish, unkept, dirty blond hair, and was very interested in World War Two, but otherwise made a good buddy for lunch and “flex time”, aka recess for middle schoolers. 

Well, he fell for my sister. Hard. 

My sister was two grades above us, and, to put it nicely, way out of his league. 

He began to hang out with her during “flex”, got her number (how?!?), and overall was super clingy and weird to her.

I was not happy about this, as you could imagine. After I chewed him out for bothering her all the time, he seemed to learn his boundaries. 

She saw him as the little dweeb friend of her little brother, but he still saw her as his dream girl. 

One day, actually at our field day I believe, Drew took her aside to just get away from the noise and crowds. He had his best friend in tow. Now, this is where I begin to lose accurate details so, forgive me. 

From what I was told, he sat down with her on some bleachers where nobody else is, my sister on one side of him, and his best friend on the other. His best friend begins to sing, totally off key and ridiculous, kiss the girl from the little mermaid movie. 

This is where my sister gets weirded out. Keep in mind that no words have been said, and Drew is staring at her, frozen, but with a dead look in his eyes, according to her. 

The singing stops, and all three are silent. Drew grabs her hand, but with still no words being said and a huge amount of confusion and irritation from being dragged away from a school event, my sister makes up an excuse to leave. 

Until she graduated, she avoided him like the plague after this. 

Another time, this time in eighth grade, Drew discovers the art of debate in politics. 

And, what other way to hone your skill than by debating with your classmates? 

Well, all would be well with willing participants, but darling Drew (a sweet sweet white little boy) had decided to “debate” (see- spew incorrect facts) with a young black girl about segregation, post slavery politics, and how emancipating the slaves was not the right choice by Lincoln.

I bet you can imagine how that went. 

He rightfully earned his very first certified racist badge. He now has an Instagram profile picture with a confederate flag under a skull. 

Finally, in junior year of high school, I had the pleasure of having an English class with him. 

Now, if you knew him, you’d know that he was one of those kids who things that writing long, unnecessarily complex, and drawn out stories made him a good writer (he actually dedicated one of his pieces to my sister). 

Anyways, we were in English. 

We had to do a 9-12 minute presentation on one of the books we studied and how it relates to human nature. 

Simple right? Well Drew (Actually, now “phantom” as he decided to change his name) decided to say fuck it, and go the easy way. What is the easy way, you ask? Bringing a rope to class as his “prop”, walking to the front with it. 

Staring at the class for a good 15 seconds, then proceeding to tie a hangman’s knot around it, and place it on his neck, abruptly pulling it up, then removing it and sitting back down, mumbling to himself as he walked back to his seat. 

Yeah, what the fuck dude. needless to say, he was reprimanded. 

Bonuses- he pretended to cut his wrists with a metal ruler when my sister rejected him for the final time, he attacked another student with a dull and broken pencil, wore combat boots and black camp leggings to school, and he once got cornrows. Again, he’s a skinny white blond boy.

Username: [deleted]

First she almost stabbed a group of girls (very popular ones) and it was later discovered that in her death note diary (she was a massive anime fan) she had a list of her victims.

Another event was her constantly drawing foxes/cats or any animal which looks cute or has fur (dogs and more) and that's all she did every lesson from form to fifth period (in the uk we only have five lessons a day and home room which is also known as form) she also just read books about animals going on adventures (she was also a furry) and she was failing in every lesson (apart from English and art) my math teacher in year 9 was sadly the only one to be concerned about her addiction. 

He would talk to her about them trying to get to the bottom of things but every time she would just sit and draw or read and she was consatantly at the bottom of our class because of it.

But I'm pretty sure at the end of Y9 she cheated on some tests because she shot up in her classes.

She had convinced herself she was Japanese and convinced a massive amount of people she could speak japanese but it sounded very broken whenever she spoke like she had learned it from watching anime.

This isn't to bad, she wanted to go to Japan and become an English teacher there so she can teach kids about our language but the whole reason she wanted to go to Japan is because "it'll be like an anime" yeah I'm no expert but I don't think it will.

Oh and an event which happened out side of school was when I went to this event centred around the RAF and the different jobs you can get in the RAF and sponsorship for a degree and I was apart of the cadets at the time so I was heavily considering a career in the RAF and I was there with the cadets which considering I was in uniform gave me a good "I don't work here story" so I was talking to my cadet friends and I see this girl with cat ears and a tail followed by a group of people with those fur suit masks and others wearing cat ears but this girl with the tail was the anime/furry girl from school and from what my furry friends have told me about these tails which can be used as but plugs and girl from school has a skirt on and one of those tails on (or should I say in).

Another kid (his nickname was fish and then later became squid ward relating to the fish thing) smelled like swet which later became piss and I couldn't stand near him without the strong aroma of piss now he was always bragging about how his parents were so rich, he was a serial liar as well one example being that his mom worked at the local GP as a doctor then in a fortnight she became a nurse (poor sole lost a medical qualification a day) in the local A&E department and his dad was apparently a sergeant major in the army then a general in the army then later later a construction worker then the assistant manager at a B&Q but wait he got a promotion to the manager at a B&Q. 

He also bragged about how smart he was but he ended getting moved down in maths by two sets In a week (the school organised into five groups for each subject depending on how well you were good at it and these were called sets 1 being the highest, smartest and 5 being the lowest, dumbest) and for the other subjects he was in set five for all others (for maths he was moved from set 3 to 5) he came down from set 3 to 4 but after failing a test the head of maths decided to send him down to 5.

He bullied others for there preferred career choice and at the time I was looking at becoming a mental health nurse which he took the piss out of but when he was asked what he wanted to do he said in all seriousness, like it was an achievement, to work the cash register at McDonald's (literally everyone took the piss out of him for it and when he told everyone to stop they just hit him with the "well you made fun of me for picking this job") and saying he didn't care about his GCSE's but he did say if he didn't get good scores he would kill himself.

So after high school he didn't get good grades and was placed on suicide watch after attempting to kill himself.

Username: Cptalwaysright

she robbed an AMPM. not kidding.

it was like a block away from the school and it was before school started in the morning.

the COPS brought her back to the school IN A COP CAR and she got suspended for a week or something.

she had also been asking grownups for money in the morning so that she could buy coffee, even though she didn't like coffee and just threw it away every time.

I have more weird stories about dumb kids.

our school has a crash room where you get sent if you are in trouble.

i was going to my 2nd period class and i saw a kid there as i passed.

everything was fine. ok now fast forward to 3 rd period, i have to pass the classroom.

as i am walking there i notice that there are papers all over the floor.

everyone in the crowed hallway is slipping on papers, pencils, pens, and other stuff.

then i turn the corner. the crash room has a frickin' chair through the window of the door and table in there is broken with one of the legs in the hallway.

someone had trashed the crash room.

i don't know who it was but i think that they still haven't even replaced the window.

i am in this one, along with my friends and...another kid.

we do dumb stuff after we are all done eating lunch and usually we pass one of those applesauce containers around.

i had been gone the day before and apparently my friends had got into a fight/disagreement with this huge mexican 8th grader(we were sevies) and he was still mad at them.

so we yell and joke around with each other and then see the kid. he is a lot bigger than all of us and is super intimidating (i should note that i am the only girl at this table) and no one messes with him.

we yell at him and he yells back and then acts like he is going to throw a milk container at us.

so what do i do?

i yell, and i quote, "NO BALLS YOU WON'T"

(if you didn't know, that is kind of like saying i dare you)

all the other at my table turn to look at me and all yell SHUT UP OP and OP and stuff like that. then the kid takes my up on the dare and chucks the milk at our table while all my friends are looking at me. it whizzes right past one of my friends' ear and hits the table, somehow does not explode, and bounces off, narrowly missing me, and hits the floor and just zooms.

in seconds it is on the exact opposite side of the room.(honestly idk how none of the teachers in the lunchroom saw it but ok)we sit in silence wondering how the fuck it didn't blow up when the weird kid starts to fast walk towards it cause we aren't allowed to run.

I grab my lunch box and start to fast walk towards the door and my friends catch on and all get up. we get out dies and laugh our asses off and then look back inside and see that he somehow found the milk. we literally start to scream OH SHIT because he is walking towards the door to go outside.

as he is about to go outside, one of the teachers sees him and tells him he cant bring food outside we all sigh, relived,

and keep laughing because the teacher made him stay inside for trying to get out with the milk again.

after the bell rings, signifying lunch is over, we all book it back to class because he starts to follow us, we are all first back and panting a lot(out class was upstairs) and we just laugh until class starts.

i have more like these. all of these events happened in 7th grade and lots more happened that year.

I am now in eighth grade and i cant go back to the actual school building because of coronavirus and i hope that when i do go back i can make more of these dumb adventures with my friends

Username: Justpeachee66

I remember in 7th grade this kid who’s name was Omar. New kid at school. This kid was weird like he would say he was a satanist and he does satanic rituals with his family.

I remember one time I made a crucifix with my fingers and put it up against his face and he would have like this exorcism which really looked like he was having a seizure fit.

Every time I drew a cross on his paper, mentioned God or Jesus or made a crucifix with my fingers he would always do that seizure fit.

I remember him sitting with me and some other kids at this group desk and we would do our little group projects.

This one time we were working on a group project and we all talked about video games, YouTuber’s and music and this kid brought up the topic of Shrek.

He talked about how shrek is love shrek is life and how he gargles shreks balls so much he can taste his cum which tastes of onions.

The other kids at our table thought this kid was weird but me and my friend fucking loved it.

I forgot to mention this kid wrote in a black composition notebook since his first week of school and would often be seen writing in it.

One day me and him are working together and he brings up that he likes writing in his journal and asks me if I want to read it. I said yes without any hesitation.

I open the notebook to the first page which reads, “The Shrektastic Sex Tales”.

Almost every entry he wrote he was either getting fucked by shrek or he was blowing or gargling his balls and dick.

I loved this shit so much I encouraged him to show the other kids at school.

He showed the other kids at school his journal and some also loved what he was writing.

Almost every week he would tell me how he wrote a new entry in his journal and he would read it to me and I loved every moment of it.

Me and some kids loved his journal so much we would have little meetings where we would sit down under a tree which provided shade and he would stay standing reading to us his entries.

It was sort of like he had a cult following at school and he was like the priest reading entries out of the Bible to the church.

This happened about 3 or 4 times.

One day my friend thought it’d be funny to snitch to the teacher on how Omar was writing threats and satanic topics on his journal so the teacher asked him to come over with his journal.

Omar was scared and shaking.

As my teacher read his journal, what he thought were threats on the school was nothing more but a kid writing about how gets fucked in the ass by shrek.

The look on my teachers face was hilarious.

He told the kid to write this stuff at home and keep it off school grounds and that was the end of Shrektastic Sex Tales.

I personally don’t think the kid was crazy and personal about his entries, I think he used them as a mechanism to draw attention to himself to be able to make friends.

It must be true because I along with others still talked to him after the incident.

What really creeps me out is not the satanic or shrek tales believe it or not, but how we started 8th grade year and he was nowhere to be seen.

It was 3 months into 8th grade and it’s obvious this kid moved somewhere else.

I get creeped out because I feel like he was a ghost, apparition or anomaly that was kept hidden from others and was only exposed to a certain amount of students only to vanish without a trace the next year never to be heard of again. #TheSearch4Omar

Username: RetroCentral

This took place in southern California about 8 years ago, and I don't think I'll ever forget it.

We had a group of varsity football fellas who were a particularly vile breed of arrogant douchey mongoloids under the impression that they were God's gift to the world.

The majority of the team was not at all this way and our school didn't have much of a clique problem, it was a laid back beach community.

Now, the group of nasty asshats were known as generally shitty people in a variety of ways like their horrible backtalk to teachers and belittling of students who they targeted regularly.

I remember there were two people that regularly got picked on by then, code names: Bill and Ted.

Both were quiet and kept to themselves and pretty much hung out exclusively with each other at all times.

Kind of typical highschool 'weirdness', they dressed in dark colors and were obsessively into anime and Japanese food and I remember a bad rumor went around that one of them was caught once watching hentai porn in class freshman year on his phone.

(I later found out this was untrue, it was a background image on his phone of a super busty anime character in a bikini.)

They were both totally harmless and kept to themselves because, I don't know, they found solace and comfort in each other probably. Nice guys all around, just kinda odd.

Anyways one day at lunch time the two were sitting together outside in the quad area eating dried seaweed and those pokki stick things reading some manga and minding their own business.

Cue the douche squad to enter stage left.

For no particular reason other than their desire for making life hard for others, these guys (4 of them) go up to Bill and Ted and start teasing them about the food and their manga book.

The head asshat picked up the book and began loudly reading made up lines of dialogue mocking them in a high pitched voice mimicking a stereotypical anime female.

A crowd began forming at this point and some people were snickering and pointing to laugh at them.

As if this wasn't enough this shitstained piece of trash starts ripping up the book and throwing their food all over the grass stomping on it. I know Bill was trying to hide it but I could see he was crying into his sleeve.

At this point, player two enters the game.

From seemingly nowhere this massive guy comes out of the crowd and grabs the two primary antagonizing bullies by their god damned necks into the air slamming them into the nearby cinder block wall.

This guy, let's call him Petey, was over 6 feet and 260 lbs of Samoan muscle and gentle kindness.

He never said more than two words at a time but was so happy all the time in school, laughing and smiling constantly.

He was on the football team too, he was a lineman on offense.

This guy grabbed them both and held them by their necks, one in each hand grip, yelling at the top of his lungs that if he ever saw them bully anyone again he would "rip their fucking throats out."

The stunned silence of the students is still vivid in my mind like I am still right there watching.

A teacher came and broke it up right there and the boys all went to the office, Bill and Ted, Little Petey, and the whole mongoloid crew. At the end of the day the mongoloids all got off with a stern talking to, and god damned little petey got suspended for a week for 'violent intimidation and threats'.

That still pisses me off. But, and this is a massive lovely but, those little shots never EVER bullied anyone again, in fact they barely did anything the rest of the year to anyone.

It was as if they were totally different people after that, after that reality check.

Bill and Ted went right on back to their little worlds and Petey was the same as he ever was upon returning. I still love thinking of the look on those two pricks faces when Petey had them in the air, their shock and horror was so satisfying to witness.

It's rare you see the true horror of a gentle man's rage unleashed combined with justice for those who deserve it.

Wherever you are now Petey, I hope you are happy and successful, as well as you Bill and Ted.

Username: Montchalpere

A year or two after The Dark Knight came out, a guy dressed up as the Joker and burned down our school costing over a million euros worth of damage.

He sat down and waited for the police to arrive in full Joker makeup and just went with the police.

He said teachers were hypocrites who needed to be reminded that they can't treat students that way.

He never went to prison. He served some community service following a psych assessment.

He then went on to study something in an art college. Not sure what he's up to these days.

He was definitely troubled as a teenager though. He was in the year above me in school.

A girl in his year had a sister in my year who I was close to at the time.

The girl had a party and the sister was allowed to have 2 friends over as part of the party, and I was one. At that party he got completely out of it on absinthe and ecstacy.

They all would have been around 15-16 at this stage.

He ripped up the wooden floorboards in the bathroom, and then put a potted plant in the toilet and flushed it so the toilet clogged and overflowed, but it all seeped into the underfloor because the floorboards had been ripped up.

They ended up having to redo the bathroom.

Then later that night when everyone was leaving, the girl whose party it was had an uncle come over to drive me and the other younger friend home from the party.

I saw the Joker running up and down the road wooping, completely out of it kicking the wing mirrors off cars, and throwing bricks at houses.

Wasn't even the end of the drama that night. Not far from her house, we came head on with a drunk driver who was driving up the wrong side of the road with no headlights.

Thankfully it was around 2am and there was no one else on the road, so my friend's uncle was able to swerve into the cycle lane and avoid them.

There was another guy in Joker's year who I think even hung around with him, he was done as part of an international child porn ring a couple of years ago.

There was some kink in the law where because his case was seen in the district court first, the max sentence was a year in jail and 5 years on the sex register.

But if the case had been referred to the high court, the max sentence was 5 years and life on the register. So he plead guilty at the district. He was 26 when sentenced.

So at 31 it will be like nothing ever happened. He got lenience because he never distributed the images and videos he'd received.

They seized his hard drives and he was done on possession.

But it was FBI and Interpol and all involved.

It's funny to me because our year was touted as one of the worst to come through the school.

And we were horrible. But then the year above us had people like that!

They did have a really cool MMA fighter guy who's doing really well in Bellator at the moment though, so it wasn't all bad.

Then there was a guy a few years below me who tried to get into the Irish army and failed.

So he joined the British army.

He got kicked out after he used his phone to put Nazi symbols and swastikas on his army uniform and was doing the sieg heil and all. He told a Muslim woman that he was going to drown her in her children's blood.

Then he was allowed back into the British army and had a 6 month jail sentence for saying that to the Muslim lady, reduced to a 12 month suspended sentence because he got a character witness from a higher up in the British army.

Username: GazzaON

In Grade 6 somewhere around 1985 we had this asshole of a teacher. To be fair we were assholes back. (Funny how respect is a 2 way street even to a bunch of 11 year olds).

There was one kid lets call him Will, who was that man-child in gr 6 kid who shaved. Nice guy, funny as heck. Still know him to this day as a distant acquaintance.

Mr W was an angry mean old man right at retirement age who was quite intimidating to us because he would go off at the slightest thing and get right up into your face and yell at you like you touched the thermostat.

He also smoked a pipe so his breath stunk bad. I can still remember that smell. He was the mean old school authoritarian.

When he was mad and yelling Mr. W would sort of 'box you in' at your desk which were those ancient ones where there is a bar swooping down the one side where the chair was bolted onto. Sinister move because you were trapped in while yelled at you.

One day was Will's turn. Not sure what he did to trigger the rage incident but Mr. W got into Will's face and started yelling at him.

Will didn't flinch or yell back. After Mr. W had been going at it for a good long time with the whole class silently watching, Will quietly started the process of extricating his man-sized body out of his too-small desk.

Will climbed out of the back side, over the bar that the chair was bolted to, into the next aisle.

That really triggered Mr. W. He had to walk around 3 desks to get into the same aisle to yell some more.

Mr. W walked aggressively towards W while shouting, turned into the aisle Will was standing in while shouting "DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM M..."

At that moment Will cranked Mr W right in the eye/temple area with the spine of his math textbook that was on his desk he was standing beside.

The force of the blow from Will's textbook spun Mr W's head around and he fell onto Lisa who was sitting in the next desk.

Not everyone saw it from the perfect angle as others but I am thankful to this day I had a front row seat.

As he spun, something flew about 6-8 ft over and hit the chalkboard and landed on the ledge that held the chalk.

First thought was it was an eraser, but erasers wouldn't make a 'clink' sound when they hit a metal ledge.

It was incredibly quiet. Mr. W got up holding his right eye area, there was blood coming out from between his fingers and falling all over Lisa's desk. He quietly left the room.

I bet he wasn't 2 steps out of the classroom before the entire class spontaneiously erupted into cheers. He must have heard the cheering.

This is a good time to also mention that Mr. W had a glass eye and it would fuck us up every day in glass because we never knew where he was looking.

And 11 year olds (boys?) often wonder about things like 'how is that eye in there? Is it a full marble? Can he take it out? and WTF anyhow the guy's an asshole'.

I learned a LOT that day, because In the post-incident 'freedom chaos' when everyone was hyper, we realized he'd left his eye on the chalk ledge.

It looked like a sort of (??) concave 1/3 marble thing. This completely fascinated all the boys in the glass.

Without touching it we all inspected it, poked at it with pencil crayons. Laughing our asses off.

Finally Will, who was kind of the leader simply because he was the biggest kid, took the eye and put it in his pocket. He wanted to show it to people in other classes at recess.

I have no idea how long it really was but this group of 11 year olds went unsupervised for a good 20 minutes.

The principal walked in and stood near the room entrance. The class became dead silent and we scrambled to our desks.

'Will can I see you in the hall please'.

A few minutes later Will quietly and rather sheepishly walked back into class sat down and the Principal continued the lesson where Mr. W left off.

We all thought Will was in a boatload of shit, but he didn't get into trouble at all. At Recess Will was a god. And in one last act of defiance will pulled the eye out of his pocket and showed everyone.

We thought he'd have had to give it back but the principal apparently didn't ask for it and Will didn't offer it up in the hallway.

Mr W was off for the last few weeks of the school year and we never saw him again. I think he actually got into shit himself over the incident and we always liked that principal after that.

Will was a goddam hero.

Username: bbbbbbbbbb99

so - not a school kid but my high school/college job.

i worked at a large grocery store chain working in the front end of the store (register, pulling shopping carts etc.). there was this guy who worked there that just made everyone super uncomfortable. he was in his early twenties, socially stunted, scrawny, with terrible acne, and a really nasally sounding voice. but the two main reasons why he made everyone uncomfortable were:

he was strangely confident/aloof talking to women.

more than once i had a female co-worker come up and start talking to me in order to make him walk away or ask me to walk them out to their cars so he wouldn’t follow and try talking to them. he wasn’t aggressive, i think he just gave off a vibe that made most women say NOPE.

he could not/would not talk about anything other than anime.
NON STOP. TO EVERYONE/ANYONE.

the summer after i graduated high school, i started working more outside the store pulling carts, which is where this guy primarily worked. while i got along with almost everyone in my department, most of the other guys out there mercilessly teased/messed with him by making him take in way too many carts, leaving the trash bin overflowing so he would struggle to empty it etc. basic juvenile bs.

having been picked on most of my life for being fat, it started to bother me seeing him treated like that. so one day when some of the other guys were teasing him, i just told them to fuck off and leave him alone and they chuckled/said whatever and left him be for the day. it wasn’t a big deal. but after that, he started becoming more attached and talking to me more and more throughout the work days.

unfortunately, the topic of choice, every single day, was anime.

now i have nothing against anime- its just not my thing- i have several friends that love anime- being into anime by itself is not “weird.” but this guy could not talk about anything else. he would overtly describe these comics, tv shows, and all of this backstory/canon which didn’t resonate with me at all.

but in the spirit of being polite, i would occasionally engage with him, and would ask dumb questions like: “who exactly are they attacking on titan?” which would lead to a 30-90 minute recounting of the plot to AOT etc.

but after several months, it was wearing on me.

i would talk about a movie i saw recently - he would relate that to an anime he watched and so on and so on. mind you- one of the first conversations i ever had with him was:

him: “do you like anime?”

me: “no not really- sorry”

him: “thats okay- i think theres one you’d really like...”

and then he would describe it to me.
over and over.
again and again.

one day, we were pulling carts in from the parking lot and he was going on and on about another anime i should watch and i just couldn’t take it anymore.

i looked him in the eye and very curtly told him that i did not like anime. period.

i tried to make it clear that i liked talking to him, but respectfully asked if we could find another topic to talk about.

he was quiet for a moment, and then said:

“but i think theres this one anime you’d really like...”

after that i saw the writing on the wall that this was the extent of his social skills. my conclusion was that if he couldn’t respect that i didn’t want to talk about anime, then i didn’t have to go out of my way to make conversation with him.

after i stopped engaging with him on the anime breakdowns, he pretty much stopped talking to me order than a passing wave or a hello.

he eventually was fired for being inappropriate with a female co-worker.

Username: treasonous_thoughts

Had a few weird kids that come to mind, but one had legitimate problems with tourettes so I didn't really think much of it when he'd randomly chirp or growl... because he couldn't help it... but there was another kid who just really wanted to be first to the cafeteria every time.

I feel no shame in lambasting this dude because this was a conscious choice on his behalf.

My friends dubbed it "The Running of the Bull."

The moment the lunch bell would ring, from whatever class he'd be in, he would come barreling out of the door.

With the build of a professional smash player and a smell to compare, he would sprint with a zeal so voracious that you'd think there was only one meal to be had in the cafeteria.

In building without a basement, his thunderous clodding from his hefty frame could still be echoed through the ground so profoundly, you'd be forgiven for thinking there actually was a subterranean chamber to reverberate it.

With his build of a quarterback but stature of a "eightback", this freshman would toss aside any fool caught in his path. Somehow he never got in trouble for it, but I guess since no one actually was injured (as far as I knew), no one bothered to stop him... Or maybe they were laughing too hard to be bothered. Even still, perhaps they just didn't want to get in the way of a charging, hungry bull.

There was one other kid too that comes to mind.

While he was deep on the spectrum, no one really gave him guff because there was a general understanding, except for the handful of times he'd invade someone's personal space and would need an aide to guide him away. (Seriously, I'm pleasantly surprised how friendly my high school was, tbh)

That said, two events from this one kid, whose favorite thing to talk about was how the trees in Aqua Teen Hunger Force would peel people's skin to write books, stand out.

First, one time, when he was sitting in the desk in front of me during Algebra he asks to use the restroom.

The teacher asked him if he could wait just a few minutes as lunch was just 10 minutes out and he really wanted to get through his explanation (and the school was trying to combat a hookie problem by cracking down on in-class bathroom breaks that the teachers reluctantly had to attempt to enforce). The exchange went as follows.

Kid - "Mr. So-and-so. I need to go to the bathroom."

Teacher - "Lunch is a few minutes away and we really need to get through this bit of the lesson. Would you be able to wait a couple minutes.

I need you here for this last bit so..."

Kid - "BUT I HAVE TO GO!"

Teacher - "Okay, but lunch is-"

And then he interrupts him by ripping the most cantankerous ass that has ever been released from a mortal being.

It was a dry wub, but behind that fart was a turd screaming for release.

And I sat behind him.

I got a face full of this kid's butt trumpet while the teacher, taken back by the power cry from this puckered posterior, bowed his head and simply gestured to the door.

He was resigned as this kid stood up and fled the room.

By some miracle, he hadn't soiled himself during all of that and even managed to return before class ended to at least be around for the assignment, "Butt" that wasn't the last of the stink I'd have to endure from him.

Through some cruel twist of fate, his last name was adjacent to mine (with both of us living in the tail-end of the alphabet), meaning, during graduation a year later, we had to sit next to each other in the back row at the top of bleachers on a stage... under these hot lamps beaming down upon our black graduation robes.

Not only does he fall asleep during the ceremony (which I don't blame him, to be honest.

Our guest speaker just wanted to hear himself talk for 45 minutes), but this allowed more of his ass miasma to seep out. Already the stench was bad, but it was exacerbated by the sweaty heat of the whole ordeal.

The amount of restraint I had to wield just to maintain composure was an stress I haven't felt before or since. Other classmates began to take notice of the foul wind as they'd glance around, inevitably up to me. From there I would slightly lean my head to the snoring source, and, because everyone had experience being around this kid, the curious party would, without fail, would mouth something along the lines of "Oh. Yeah. That seems right."

Sometimes, I wonder where life has taken him in this past decade. Hopefully, it's taken him at least once to a gastroenterologist.

Username: ChibiHobo

So story time: It’s my first day of going to this middle school and I’ve made a promise to myself (i.e my parents) to be more sociable.

I get in the school and everyone is gathered in the gym, which was where you waited at the beginning of the day and I decided to struck up a conversation with the first kid I saw. We’ll call this kid Fredrick.

We had a similar interest (video games) Fredrick and I decided to become friends mainly because I wanted to make my parents happy and Fredrick’s reasonings was.... I’m not so sure looking back.

It wasn’t really a friendship, it wasn’t really anything at first.

To Fredrick’s credit he did invite me to a baseball game which I declined because of my dislike of the sport.

That was the only time he took no for an answer. In recess (yes our middle school had that) I preferred to simply walk around the track, alone and in peace.

Fredrick walks up to me and tries to strike up a convo and I politely tell him I would rather be alone. Fredrick decided to continue to follow me around even though I kept telling him that I want to be alone.

I thought that in order to get the point across to him I decided one day to run from him, figuring that will finally get the message across to leave me alone.

That turned out to be a mistake when I ran he not only followed me he also ran. He was now chasing me.

So that was how I spent my recess time in a year of middle school, running away from this kid who couldn’t take no for an answer.

Despite the many, many times I (and a couple other kids) told him to leave me alone, he would always follow me. At this point he wasn’t my friend, he was my stalker.

Thankfully, he never followed me outside of school but a stalker is still a stalker and I just wish I put my foot down and told a teacher but I didn’t think it was serious enough to be reported.

That’s was my relationship with him, now here’s the other weird shit he did.

+Made a porno in GoAnimate that stared himself and a girl in class doing what people do in porn and got suspended for it.

+In high school when we were given Chromebooks, he claimed that he knew how to bypass the school’s blocking to get to the dirty websites.

+In a Consumer Economics class we were both in, that teacher had us tell the class our most disappointing purchases. I said “Fire Emblem Fates: Conquest” since that was the first game I bought with my own money that I considered a disappointment.

At the end of the day he walks up to me at my locker and demanded to know how I could be a (in his words) “a Fire Emblem hater.” He was a big Fire Emblem fan, I even saw him playing the GBA one on a emulator on his school Chromebook. I told him I wasn’t as I really liked “Awakening” but that didn’t stop him from basically telling me my opinions were trash.

+In a act that infuriated me to no end, when signing up for time slots to present our projects he always called himself “King Fredrick.”

+Jerked off A LOT in both middle school and high school and got caught enough times to get himself expelled. That was the last we ever heard from him until....

+Near the end of our senior year in high school, one of my friends got text message from Fredrick who said that he managed to score a robotics scholarship for college. Yes, really.

Username: SnoopsQ

I gotta couple of stories of "weird" kids that I'll rank in order of "severity".

There was this one kid who was a grade bellow me back when I was in high school, who would wear a full suit to school everyday.

For context this was in the middle of a rather rural town located in Ohio.

Now, upon reading that one may envision some kind of fedora wearing neckbeard in a cheap suit mixed with mismatched clothing, but this wasn't the case at all.

On the contrary, his suits were always reasonably well fitted, of good quality, with every bit of his outfit matched and appropriate to the other.

He'd wear a dress shirt tucked into dress pants cinched with a leather belt, polished black leather dress shoes, one of several opulent vests of varying designs and colors, accessories like a tie and a leather-strapped wristwatch, and a suit jacket.

He'd sometimes add or take away articles of clothing should the weather permit. In the winter, for example, he'd wear a long coat jacket over the rest of his clothes when first entering or leaving the school.

He could occasionally be seen wearing hats, although it seemed he avoided doing so indoors during the brunt of the school day.

He was a very polite and reserved guy, and seemed to choose his words carefully before speaking.

Dude was committed, and honestly people couldn't help but to respect it. He had his style, and he owned it.

He and I were acquaintances, and I was always surprised by how he kept his composure in the face of my outlandishly ridiculous personality. Hope the world since then hasn't crimped his style too much.

Now this next guy was and is one of my good friends. He's an odd guy for sure, but we (meaning my friend group and I) all are, so it fits.

Anyways, the amount of odd things he, and by extension the rest of us, would do together is fairly extensive, so I'll list some notable favorites here:

Would competitively wrestle with another of my friends after school in front of the building nearly daily. Neither were in any kind of wrestling sport team or the like.

Once filled a water bottle full of rocks, tied it to a length of rope, and swung it so hard it slipped from his hand and shattered a sheet of plexiglass.

Bought a suit of chainmail that he would semi-frequently bring to school and wear.

Once got into a cinematic "fight" with me over a candy bar a teacher tossed to us in the hallway after school, complete with the two of us tumbling to the floor, the bar skidding away from us, and both of us scrambling after it like it was a gun in an action scene. He won, of course.

Once brought in to school a duffle bag filled with foam LARPing weapons he'd made so we could spar with them after school.

Now, my friend was the kind of kid who would usually keep to themselves unless interacted with, and could usually be found with his hoodie's hood up.

The teacher for the class he brought them in to sees this and thinks to himself "Quiet nerdy kid... heavy duffle bag... hood up and avoiding people... *uh oh*", so he gets up and casually puts himself between my friend and the bag.

Starts asking questions about it, trying to gauge the potential threat. My friend kinda sits there confused for a second, realizes what's going on, and tries to explain "It's okay."

Now, it should be mentioned that my friend had a long standing speech impediment he was working on getting over, so it could be hard to understand him clearly.

So the teacher doesn't hear "It's okay", he hears "*It's too late*". You can imagine the panic that briefly ensued.

Luckily, my friend was quickly vindicated upon opening the bag and showing its contents. We had a good laugh over that one. Still do.

I knew a kid once, who in the third grade used one of his *teeth* that had fallen out as a bookmark for his schoolwork.

The only reason we found out was because the teacher forced him to clean out his overflowing desk in order to find all the schoolwork he had failed to turn in and he pulled the booklet out of the back of it with the tooth still inside. Ugh.

There's probably many more stories of weird kids doing weird things, but that's what's come to mind for me at the moment.

Username: Sir_Player_One

There was this kid. Not just any kid, but one of those skinny, short, big-teethed, goofy looking mofos.

Nice person, though.

One day, he just didn't show up. After a week, he came back with a brace on his lower leg.

That's cool, you know, he broke his leg and needed time—I get it. But he was on medications...

Day 1, after being gone for the week, this kid is looking around the room like the walls are made of candy or something.

We knew he was taking meds, and he was a nice person, so we didn't really judge too harshly aside from a few jokes here and there.

All is fine and dandy until this guy decides that he wants to taste the walls, so he sticks his tongue out (really fucking far, like, far enough to STILL have an impression in my memory) and licks the wall like he's trying to get to the center of a tootsie pop.

We laugh, he stops licking the walls, looks at us, smiles, and snaps back into reality.

Weird, but I've smoked enough weed to know I've done weird shit, too.

Day 2, and this dude is spaced out in Algebra.

He's watching our teacher write on the whiteboard while bobbing his head to the strokes of the teacher's dry erase marker writing on the wall.

Now, we're all just watching him.

After our teacher sits down after giving us our set of 20 functions, this poor guy starts itching around his broken leg spot, scratching just outside of the brace with two of his fingers.

After he gets done scratching, he pulls his fingers up and just stares at them.

I'm laughing a little, the two guys next to me were laughing, and then the kid takes both of his fingers and jams them in his mouth, sucking on them like they were the last two candy canes on the planet.

I'm dying, my buddies are dying, and the teacher catches wind of the entire thing.

The kid gets sent to the nurse, end of day 2 for him.

Day 3) Kid comes in, this time in a new leg brace.

It's more plastic and hard, and it allows him to wear his own shoes. It kind of looked like a finger splint.

Almost throughout the entire class, we were all watching, hoping to see him do something weird again. It's like we were watching a gorilla in a zoo.

He did nothing for the better part of the hour long class, until about ten minutes before the end.

I don't know what brought it on, but I think he saw his reflection on his new brace, and it kind of triggered him.

He then proceeded to try to lick his brace. He struggled to get his leg far up enough to do it, and eventually he quit.

Two minutes until class ends and it was like a switch flipped inside of him. He goes ballistic trying to lick his brace, quietly though.

After fighting his own broken leg, he must've went "fuck it, my shoe will do," so he goes to town on his shoe like it's one of those massive gummy bears.

Pieces of his shoe were ripped cleaned off. The bell rang, he snaps back, and we all go home.

Well, he didn't show up for day 4 or 5, because he was having some sort of reaction to his meds. He did return a few days later, though and he was normal. Still a nice kid.

Username: Corporal_Yorper

OOOOOOHKAY, STORY TIME MY FRIENDS :D

Through the various definitions of "weird" I have the following:
A girl I was in color guard with was way out there.

She had to be sat out of the show because all she would do was literally hiss and shriek and claw at people... like a feral cat.

And this wasnt just during guard season, this was an everyday thing for her. But catch her at the right time, and she was the sweetest most "normal" gal.

This boy-child, we'll call him Bob for giggles, Naruto Ran EVERYWHERE. To lunch. To the busses. To each class during passing period.

And he was one of those kids that toted around all his textbooks for the entire day rather than go to his locker.

How he managed, I'll never know. And more than once, the dickhead bullies wanted to try getting him to fight, he would literally flap his arms like a bird and caw at them and then be like, "you want beef?

Well I'm a fucking bird, cant get the beef today bitches." And then in normal (for him) fashion, Naruto ran his ass way away.

Remember Breakfast Club? Yeah, my school had our very own dandruff girl.

And she would laugh about it as she would itch this shit into a piece of paper, fold it up, and shove in the slots of some bitches locker that she didnt like.

She also flat out refused to shower, and told everyone she was saving the earth by showering once every two to three weeks. Gross.

And then there's my best friend, the Jesus Freak.

She tried damn near every week of all four years of high school to start a morning bible study before class.

She brought her bible to school and her answer to any tough decision or advice giving was to "let go and let God" not my cup of tea, but we've respectfully made our friendship last damn near 14 years.

I got into more than my fair share of fights defending her. She's MY weirdo, nobody else's.

Lastly, we have the "Geniuses." The top 5 in my class were all Males, and all hell bent on nothing but that 4.0 GPA. No girlfriends, no parties, no afterschool jobs tryna earn money.

Literally school was their life. And a couple of em were real handsome, too.

Had girls dying for a glance over... never got em.

They were so smart and so looked up too, but they chose to be outcasts and outcasts they became. I wouldn't be surprised if any of those 5 men ended up VP or Potus one day.

I, too, was considered quite odd. I played football instead of cheerleading.

I marched drumline and turned around and became guard captain for the rifle and flag squads.

While not top 5, I did make top 10, and never once had to crack a textbook really.

I strived for strait A's because anything less was unacceptable at home.

But what set me apart from everyone else, especially graduating in 2015 with all the technology and shit, was that I ALWAYS had my nose in a book.

I lived in my literature worlds. My teachers actually discouraged me from reading during spare time in class.

They said it was unhealthy to be so isolated, even with a book. And if I didnt have a book in hand, bet I was readying on my school issued iPad while everyone else played games.

Looking back, I guess I could name something odd about everyone I graduated with. Normal is overrated. Let your weird flags fly, friends. 🤟🤟🤟

Username: KaitlynAnn96

OHHHHHH boy... here's a story I don't get to tell much, but it requires some setup.

I went to a big school that had block schedules. 4 classes a day, and it alternates.

There were no lockers because our school was massive, so every kid was given a copy of the textbooks to take home, and the teacher would have enough copies in the room for you to use, so you never needed to carry your textbooks with you, unless you were going to a study group.

You could tell who was a freshman or people who just didn't "get it" by the size of their backpack.

Having 1-4 notebooks, occasionally 1 textbook was somebody who knew what was going on.

Carrying 8 notebooks was somebody who was just smart-enough to get it, but didn't give a crap.

Carrying 4 notebooks and 4 textbooks was a freshman move.

Carrying 8 textbooks and god only knows what else was somebody who wasn't all there (socially, mentally, whatever) - if you carried 8 textbooks every day, you were a weirdo, freaking guaranteed.

So, backstory out of the way, it's my senior year, and I have study hall in the library. Decide to go take a leak.

Walk out of the library heading for the bathroom, there's a nice one about 4 hallways away in the Art department.

The moment I clear the library I hear somebody in the halls quietly going "Duh, duh, duh, duhduhdun, dun, dun" like the James Bond theme, and I reach the next intersection and stop walking to see where it's coming from.

It's getting closer so I back up around the corner from where it's coming from, and this weird kid is sneaking through the halls, all 8 textbooks in his backpack, singing the James Bond music to himself quietly.

I'm a pretty quiet walker, so I just let him pass by me (I don't think he saw me) and let him on his merry way, he's having fun, I don't want to spoil it, and I start walking behind him slowly and silently making my way to the bathroom again.

When he reaches the next intersection, he simultaneously does a dive-roll, while cranking the music he's singing up to fucking 11, executes it fucking perfectly while yelling "DUH DUH DUHHHH" pivots and does the goddamn ninja run down a different hallway still finishing the second "DUH DUH DUHHHH," with his music fading into the distance.

I stood there for, like, 5 minutes just stunned by everything I just witnessed.

To this day I have so many questions about it, and there are no good answers to any of them.

How do you do a dive-roll with 8 textbooks in your backpack, recover and sprint off like it was nothing?

Was that the first time he'd ever done that, or did he practice doing it with a full backpack?

Does he do this with other music?

Is this a regular occurrence?

Why is nobody talking about the clearly audible music/noises he's making while walking through the halls during class time? Was this all in my head?

The list goes on and on, and honestly, I don't think I want any of them answered.

You-do-you dive roll kid, you majestic, fucking weirdo.

Of note, this is one of the many, many crazy things that happened at my high school.

It was a weird place. 3 of my classmates are now famous internet memes, if that tells you anything about the atmosphere or the people.

Username: KnyteTech

Omg, there were multiple, plus I'm sure some of the kids I went to school with would write something about me here. Context, I was born in 1976, so I was. An 80's / 90, s kid.

First: first grade, this kid Steve was a mess, always on timeout or sent to office, we didn't have much for special needs classrooms back then.

He got thrown out of school, one day we were all sitting in circle (when we all sit on the floor criss cross with the teacher), except he was on a timeout in the corner, he didn't like this so got up, walked over to wear the teacher was sitting, pulled down his pants and pressed his little weiner on the side of her cheek.

Talk about a story that is talked about forever. He got sent to an institution at some point, he was never in public school again.

Another, 5th grade, we had this kid Billy who was brutally picked on and bullied, he would do anything if you dared him, I assume to with the hopes of being seen as cool or finding any acceptance.

He got into this routine at lunch where everyone would contribute leftovers, bits of food, juices, Milks, cookies, pasta, whatever and he'd collect it in a sandwich bag, mix and mash it all together and then eat it.

One asshole kid brought in Ipecac syrup from home in an unlabeled jar and poured a fuckton of it into the bag of nasty, which Billy ate.

To this day, I've never seen so much vomit, they ended up calling an ambulance and he was rushed to the hospital. He continued this shit through Jr high/middle school.

6th grade (middle school). This one ended up being my friend, although we didn't start out that way. I had special needs classes because they still hadn't yet understood how to deal with kids with ADHD back then. This new kid Erik had transferred from Baltimore, also an ADHD kid with some behavioral issues, kids gave him a reputation for being crazy and tough.

Of course, little assholes goaded us into a fistfight in the school yard at recess, first REAL proper fistfight I'd been in that wasn't broken up in 30 seconds or instantly went to the ground, we pummeled each other for a solid 5 minutes before it was broken up and we got sent to the office to be suspended, ended up best friends after that.

Well, anyway, one day we were in French class and he was in the "special kids" room across the hall.

We hear screaming and yelling, banging and run to the door to look out the window and see Erik running down the hallway with the principal and other teachers chasing him. Our halls had tall doors with big glass inserts that had chicken wire sandwiched between the glass.

He was running full speed, put his hand out to push the door open and his hand went through the glass and cut his artery in his arm, blood squirted EVERYWHERE, walls, ceiling, floor, and since his adrenaline was pumping, he was shooting blood at least 5 feet. He out ran the principal, made it outside and started running towards his home, made it about 800ft from the school and passed out due to blood loss.

Rumors were that he clearly died, that the principal through him through the glass door, that Erik went to punch the principal and missed Ala karate kid II style, all so stupid.

He had plenty more incidents until he moved sophomore year, but we remained buddies.

We had a small group of hypersexualized pubescent perverted teen boys and got ourselves into so much trouble in middle school, we became the weird kids.

8th grade at our high school: this kid Gary was always considered a dork, he lived with his grandparents who refused to ever buy him a new article of clothing and shopped exclusively at goodwill/second hand stores, so the poor kid was showing up to the first day of 8th grade at our high school in 1990 wearing bellbottom jeans from 1979.

He was a very nice kid though, never in trouble, just bullied periodically. Anyway, our middle school got condemned and 8th graders were moved to the high school.

We're in gym class on swim day. Gary can't swim, tells a few of us this, including the coach, is told to suit up anyway and sit on the bleachers by our. Olympic sized 20ft deep swimming pool.

Fast forward to halfway through the class and the coach leaves the pool area to make a call, orders us all out of the water.

Gary later explained his thought process, but out of nowhere he gets up, sorints to the diving platforms, runs up the stairs to the second tallest platform and immediately yeets himself off, screaming and flopping in mid-air, he hits the water back first with a gigantic clap, and sinks.

We're all stunned and dumbfounded, run up to the edge of the pool and see him laying face up on the bottom of the pool.

Weird thing was any time I swam to the bottom of that pool zi had to work hard to stay down there or I'd float to the surface immediately (also hurt my ears), but not Gary, his bones must have been made of lead because he wasn't moving yet he seemed glued to the bottom of the pool 20ft down.

My buddy Scott and I jumped in after about maybe 10 seconds of stupor realizing that he wasn't going to come up, all of the other 35 or so boys did nothing.

For some reason, neither Scott or I could get down deep enough in the moment, I'd get about 10ft down and couldn't go any deeper no matter how hard I tried.

It was probably a minute after Gary jumped in that the coach had come back or overhead what was happening and jumped in, swimming right past Scott and I, grabbing Gary and rocketing to the surface.

The coach practically threw Gary out of the pool, got out and immediately started CPR, after the 2nd breath, Gary choked and coughed up about a quart of water and was seemingly fine.

He had knocked the wind out of himself when he hit the water anyway, so even if he could swim, he probably still would have drowned. No ambulance called, school nurse checked him over, called his parents and they let him stay in school for the day because he didn't want to leave.

So, his reasoning for jumping in knowing he couldn't swim? He wanted to impress everyone, was tired of being called and and treated like a weakling, he figured that if he jumped off the diving platform, everyone would think he had guts and might finally think he was cool.

He also said he planned this out and thought that if he jumped form the second platform, his be moving fast enough that when he hit the water, he'd shoot to the bottom and he could simply kick off the bottom to get back to the surface like he did at the public pool in the 6ft deep section.

He spent the next couple of days running up to people saying "did you hear that I drowned? " or "did you hear I died yesterday"? 99% of kids just called him an idiot or ignored him.

He later wrote a small book that was maybe 35 pages detailing his insistence that he saw the afterlife, while he was down at the bottom of the pool he saw a white light and he saw himself at the bottom of the pool as though he was looking down on himself and heard God telling him that he didn't have to leave yet.

He made a bunch of copied that were stapled together and tried selling them, then just tried to give them away.

I felt pretty bad for him, was never mean to him and talked to him since I was a weirdo anyway.

At the end of the day, he was just so lonely, so tired of being the butt end of jokes and so desperate for any acceptance, so desperate for friends. Later that year, my buddies and I started playing D&D, ended up inviting him and he was a sick DM, we weren't the best of friends but we played with him through the rest of high school.

Plenty of other ones, given that I was weird, all my friends were also weird, it was usually us doing the weird shit.

Username: SeanSeanySean

When I was in 4th grade, the weird kid was in “recess detention” at the same time as myself, and the popular girl in the class. He sat behind her and kept touching her hair, and she politely asked him to stop, but he just kept at it.

She started freaking out and then I told him to knock it off, but wasn’t really taking it seriously.

Suddenly he whipped out a pair of scissors (the real, pointy kind not the snub nosed rounded kid scissors we all had) and tried to stab me. (In retrospect, I assume now that he had been plotting to cut a lock of her hair or something, but who knows.)

Like he just went nuts on me, and was slashing away and I jumped out of my seat and next thing I know I’m dodging around the room and desks trying to keep away from the little maniac.

So, while I managed to fend him off and continued dodging around the classroom, the popular girl went screaming for help out into the hall.

The gym teacher arrived pretty quickly and removed the scissors and demanded to know what had happened.

Weird kid refused to speak and was just crying in rage. I was shaken but unharmed and so I just explained the best I could, knowing the whole thing sounded bullshit.

I don’t really recall what happened immediately afterwards but I don’t think much of anything happened at all until we all had to go to gym class. Though I am not sure if that was even the same day.

The gym teacher made everyone get in a circle and made me and the weird kid put on boxing gloves to “settle it in the ring, like men.” (Yep, he was one of those jackasses.)

I had zero interest in that proposition and neither did the weird kid, but we were forced to fight by the asshole gym teacher. I just stood there while the weird kid squeezed his eyes shut and started windmilling his arms as he came at me like a bat out of hell.

I got lucky and threw a blind punch that hit the weird kid square in the nose, and he immediately fell down screaming and sobbing hysterically. It was actually pretty terrifying.

The other kids all cheered me and jeered at him, which made his hysteria even worse, and I felt just fucking awful. Like, this kid already had problems, and now on top of it he just got publicly humiliated, and I was the unwilling instrument of that humiliation.

The whole thing sucked. He had it rough in that school the rest of my time there, but never from me. To this day I carry guilty feelings about the whole thing, even though I know it was not my fault.

Still feels like that was a horrible and defining moment for that kid.

But yeah, whatever his weird fetish with that girl’s hair was, that wasn’t the only weird shit that happened and a lot of it was because he was being bullied. I recall he pissed his pants in class because the teacher wouldn’t let him go to the bathroom.

He would often get called stupid in front of the class by the teachers if he didn’t know an answer, of for anything really. He was blamed for everything that went missing or got broken.

It was just constant. I reckon we’d all be pretty weird if we were subjected to the kinds of abuse he was treated to.

I wasn’t from there and only stayed in that town about 5 years, so had no information on his background or family, but there must have been something that made everyone treat him like shit, or maybe he was “off” somehow from the start and that attracted the horrible treatment, I don’t really know, but even as a little kid I hated that shit and wouldn’t have anything to do with it.

I did try to intercede and tell other kids to leave him alone if they were picking on him, and I guess my sudden boxing fame carried a little weight because they usually would leave it then, but it was constant anyway, from all corners.

As soon as one person stopped picking on him, someone else would start, and he would eventually lose his mind and get hysterical, and just sob uncontrollably and would often be forcibly removed from the classroom.

This was the 70’s in rural Kansas, so “Swatting” with a wooden paddle was very much a thing. He would get swatted in front of the class routinely by the teachers with the old “I’ll give you something to cry about” bullshit.

Other kids were swatted in the hallway with the door closed, but he was always swatted in front of us all. I mean, how fucked up is that?

Come to think of it... compared to the adult teachers, he wasn’t even that weird.

He was just an awkward kid with some anger issues, that made a serious mistake, and had his life turned into torture for years because of it... he wasn’t really the problem, he just had a problem.

Everyone else was a problem though, and contributed to his emotional vicious circle.

Remembering all this shit makes me sad man. i wonder how his life turned out. I hope he’s rich, successful, and well adjusted now. That’d be a miracle, but let’s hope.

Username: ComplicatedDude

There is enough participation on this post for me to comfortably bash a good friend of mine semi-anonymously.

This may as well be posted in offmychest subreddit. Wierd kid was my friend and kinda neighbor for many years. Was normal in his own home, but a completely fucked personality in public places.

To summarize his intolerable mentality i will begin with a story from the very high school where we graduated.

He was SpcEd, for no good reason except being an idiot, and had his alternative class times so he could move from class to class without getting shamed.

I bumped into him on a trip to the pisspot and watched him wiggle on his belly, pulling himself UP (ascending) the 35ft indoor access-ramp using an imaginary rope (maybe i just couldnt see it).

Needless to say he had been there for a while and seemingly planned to complete the adventure despite now being covered from chins to toes in fucking dusty shoe shit.

I didnt stay to clap or celebrate with him, one of the few times that i regretted knowing him at all.

A second wierd kid moment occurs during a week long summer camp where he usually has about 17 episodes of tantrum in this 7 days.

Tantrums cuz hes a lazy spoilt-bish and is stuck in the woods for a week. We all had rotating chores at the campsite and on this day him and I were to mostly fill a 50G reservoir near our campfire site as a safety precaution for the skits and 'mallows that night.

We had a pump action water well that needed to be worked fairly rigorously and a pair of 5G buckets for transportation.

From well/pump to Reservoir was about 25 yards downhill with a pair of erosion control logs half-buried in the path, no real obstacles.

I shit you not this happens on the first and second buckets of the day. I filled my 5G bucket halfway and walked down the gradual slope to the reservoir, lifted the bucket up to my chest, pressed against the reservoir, and dumped it in. Simple.

Homie, in his infite wisdom, proceeds to fill his bucket full of water, to the top. It is too heavy and without a lid, ends up splashing everywhere.

This guy is trying to swing his bucket between his legs bc he cant lift it. So while i fill and dump my second bucket, homie is splashing water all over his legs and shoes while duck-walking a fucking bucket down the hill.

He's putting on a show and waiting for anyone to relieve him of his duties within 5 minutes.

After i get my third round ready, about to descend into hell, and homie is at the bottom trying to lift this now half-full bucket into the reservoir, still too heavy and it rolls sideways and dumps all the water next to the reservoir.

He looks at me, I look at him, and I shake my head.

Now for his second round homie fills the 5G bucket half full and is complaining about how wet he is. Implying that I should do the job myself cuz he's useless, like I dont already know.

After I walk past him with my fourth bucket, shit turns up, homie stops moving his bucket altogether. Makes these unbelievably sad grunts and without looking, pulls the bucket upward and then drops it on the ground like his hands went numb.

From there he gets his shoes wet again as everything dumps onto the ground.

Then proceeds to scream at the top of his lungs. Something to the effect of, "God why do you do this to me, i dont deserve this, why god whyyyyyyyy!!!!!"

He is upset that I didnt relieve him and also that he cant reasonably assess the situation and make a dozen trips with a half full bucket instead of 3 full ones.

As this situation continues, the dude is getting himself more upset, for the show, and kicks his empty bucket over, now laying on it's side, also I can see into the future at this point.

I see the most idiotic option possible in my mind, homie is about to try and break the bucket, but how? He's a lard and will prob try to crush it with both feet simultaneously.

Sure as shit this idjit jumps into the air and primes both of his feet for a bucket splitting stomp.

But we know it doesnt work like that, instead he misses the center by a wide margin and the bucket rolls under his feet and slips him backward onto his ass.

I stood there thinking to myself, "how am I not going to tell everyone I know about this shit?" I have to say that he didnt finish his task, I filled the bucket alone from start to finish. Thanks for nothing, hope your wife and dog have tantrums everyday forever.

Username: CT0122

He was a sociopath, and an aggressive one at that.

He choked one of my friends purple in a room full of guys who were telling him to stop, and I was the only person to do anything (hit him over the head repeatedly with a solid plastic suitcase until he let my friend go and we could get guys between him and my friend.

Dude was also obsessed with me cuz I was the only redhead in school.

He'd carve symbols into his arms and show me, saying "I was gonna do your name but I figured you'd punch me in the face for that" (yes, yes I would have you fuckin freak).

Always making inappropriate sexual comments to girls, but got really gross with them towards me, and telling the teachers did nothing.

Often hurt my friend (the one from the choking incident), cuz I gave him more attention and respect, so he'd slam his head into lockers, throw full size hard bound dictionaries at his head, that kind of thing.

He'd tell me all about how he'd commit suicide cuz I didn't like him and I told teachers and again, nothing was done.

He'd sit in class and rub his hands together so hard he'd get a friction burn and would peel the skin off to the horror of the other kids and offer it to me.

He very publicly tried to "ask me out" on April fool's day during study hall in the library, getting down on one knee to do it like the weirdo he was, stating he knew I'd say no and chose that date to save face and say it was a joke when I turned him down.

I read him the riot act in front of everyone, called him out on his manipulation, and made it clear what a fucking freak he was in mine and everyone else's eyes.

Not long after that, I started dating someone, and the day he found out, he punched a hole in the wall three inches from my face, in full view of a teacher and during class change so the whole school saw.

That is when the teachers acted, not because of the very physical threat to me, but because he damaged school property.

The school administration had tried to get me to "look after him" before that due to his grades dropping, thinking we were "friends" despite all of my reports of harassment that they never wrote down.

After the wall punch incident, they called me in to get my view on his state of mind (cuz sure, a 16 yo girl is the same thing as a trained psychologist, right?).

I laid it out for them. He was dangerous to others, was incredibly manipulative, hurt himself for attention, loved trying to humiliate ppl, was violent to the point of almost killing my friend, stalked me, and had access to guns and after having "lost" in his attempts to get to me, was likely to put the school on the map as the next big school shooting and they'd have no one to blame but themselves for ignoring my reports and telling a student to babysit a sociopath in an attempt to keep up appearances.

I also mentioned how good it was going to look when I got my parents to hire a lawyer for all the mental and emotional trauma they put me through having to watch this guy for them, adults, considering I kept dates and time stamped manuscripts of every report I made and the time they called me in to the office to "look after him" for them. Next day, he was expelled and had to go to an in patient psychiatric facility for the rest of his schooling.

I really should have gone after their asses and sued them, since my grades suffered due to being so focused on looking over my shoulder, it made focusing on studies extra difficult on top of having ADHD, but I was just thrilled his crazy ass was gone, tbh, and I was handling abuse on multiple fronts and didn't have the energy to hold them accountable for their shitty behavior.

That they acted like my word was equal to that of a trained psychotherapist was astounding and absolutely insane on their part. Ah well, at least the dangerous weirdo was gone before he shot up the school.

Early 2000s man. What a time.

Now, if I even breathed the word gun, he'd be suspended, I'd be suspended, the school would close for a week, they'd hold a preemptive memorial service... Smdh

Username: jokerkat

During a short stint in one of the three highschools I went to, there was a gentlemen we will call Mike, obviously not his real name.

Well, Mike and I became pretty good friends.

Not super close but chatted between classes and such and occasionally chatted during lunch.

I didn't have many friends as I had started at this school like a month before, midway through the year and didn't stay very long.

Anyways, Mike was dating a girl a grade or two below, IIRC we were in 10th, she was in 9th.

She was a super cool girl and very popular (classically popular, big school ect), While Mike was not really one of those types.

She was in my math class and we spoke occasionally a few times due to the mutual friendship with Mike.

Well one day Mike shows up to school during a late start, so about 10am, with scratches all over his face and a torn shirt. Said a dog got after him, which in this particular area of WA it wasn't uncommon.

Well his GF, name withheld out of respect, didn't show up to math class, which was weird, she was a straight A super on point kind of girl.

Math was in the morning. And about halfway through first period the school was placed on lockdown as a house just behind had caught on fire and it was spreading to other houses so we all had to move to the football field and pretty much just wait.

After about an hour the fire department put out the flames but the police department had pretty much cordoned off the area.

No one knew what was going on so being highschool kids Mike and our little group started joking about someone shooting fireworks or getting killed.

I remember this vividly because Mike said quote "Maybe someone was murdered".

Well, cops found out pretty fucking quick about what had happened. Security footage from a neighbors house showed Mike show up at his GF's house, leave and then followed by the fire.

Turns out, she was going to break up with him, he couldn't stand it. Went over, killed the poor girl with the firepoker and tried to burn the house down to destroy the body.

The *fucking guy* then SHOWS UP TO SCHOOL like nothing fucking happened.

This guy had no indication, no previous instances of any sort of violence, just a tad off, in retrospect is was probably ADHD, but at this time that was not a "well known" thing, super chill guy and a pretty "average American highschool couple".

Immensely more light hearted than the first. And a bit NSFW in some respects but I will not share the details too vividly.

The first of the three highscools I went to, I met a girl through my best friend. Considered a "weird" girl, she was a part of the highschool dance team, never really spoke except for hello, when she was around.

Well, one day she's asks me if I'd like to go to one of the competitions. I said yep. So I go, and we watch the dances ect.

Well, during the "half time" I guess you could call it, she waves me over from the benches and says to meet her in the hallway after she changes ect. So I go and wait in the hallway.

Everyone kind of feeds out of the locker room and she's last.

She kind of peeked around and immediately started going to "town" if you catch my drift.

o flirtation previously, not even a single joke, and there I was, at the weird (but super super hot) girls dance competition, and I lost my virginity in the middle of a hallway with an entire schools worth of people on the other side of the doors.. and I have NO IDEA how we didn't get caught.

But right at her "peak" her legs buckled and she fell right through the door. The people in the gymnasium kind of laughed but no one really knew exactly what occured.

The next day when I got to school I was walking through the hallways and she randomly grabbed my hand. Fast forward a few years and now we have a child together.

All because her horny ass invited me to a dance competition.

Username: SlowVibeActual

My high school had QUITE a few.

One girl, Karol, was suuuuuuper into Lolita culture. Dressed like a doll and everything.

Wore wigs and did crazy things like shave her eyebrows and I remember once, during a brief period that the two of us were close (decent friends) she forced cleaned my ears often at lunch and claimed she was on a no-nutritional diet and she'd eat tooth paste some times.

Leana, who was born a man eater, only wanted to crush boy's dreams. She was the *skinniest* girl you'd ever met and had a classic case of paper skin and glass bones.

Every three months she came in with a new injury and spent half her time in a wheelchair. A wheelchair she ditched at anime conventions, where'd she'd fish for desperate older guys and bleed them out for money.

She was the Belle Delphine of our school, but she was actually a minor the whole time.

The guys she would date usually weren't too far out of age range, but still uncomfortable shit like 16 -> 20 y.o.s

Jacob C was an anomaly. He Naruto-Ran *everywhere*, arms thrust back and charging full speed. He looked out of shape, but was remarkably well maintained.

He was the only kid who consistently brought a rolling backpack to school, and only wore flip flops, neither of which seemed to get in the way of his goofy run.

He'd eat alone at lunch or with a few other kids on his caliber of weird (I told you we had tons.) He'd often ask strangers if they'd like to see him somersault, the answer was often no but he didn't need your permission.

It was his way of warning you he was about to practice his somersaults.

He was well trained in martial arts (confirmed Karate training, I think he made black belt actually at his dojo.) And he claimed quite often that he hunted werewolves.

He sat in every chair cross legged and honestly, he just didn't let anyone get in the way of him being him.

Jackson practised super smash Bros melee every single day. All 4 years.

He ran an emulator on his laptop and played at lunch, in class, after school clubs, just chilling in the parking lot long after school was out, his entire life was Super Smash bro Melee.

No other Smash game would do. Granted the only options were brawl and 4wiiU, I don't really Blame him for his favorite game. If he found out you played he'd challenge you.

He'd fixate on beating you and like every melee player claimed his fox would destroy you. He was average at best even with all his practice. Bless him though, chase what you love.

There was a girl named Sarah's who obsessed over toast, snails, and the color green. She is actually just really all about those things and it's just weird how consist she was. Still is, actually.

Honestly, I was probably amongst the weirdos too. Thing is, weirdos were kinda popular at my school.

A friend and I convinced a computer tech teacher to let us spend 2 months in class making a Minecraft texture pack in lieu of the Photoshop course we were supposed to take.

We spent all 4 years on the same Minecraft server.

We probably sank 1600 hours each into over the course of high school.

He did a biology project utilizing buildcraft and industrialcraft mods to construct a factory resembling the loose structure of a cell. The teacher gave him an A.

We were definitely the weird Minecraft kids.

My school had a total of about 425 students across four grades. We had an unusually high density of "weird" kids because the school had a reputation of acceptance.

The admin weren't great but the teaching staff were some of the most compassionate and understanding people. By the time you were a senior you got along with everyone.

That's just how you ended up at my school.

Username: Jalookah

Oh boy do I have a hell of a story for this one. Buckle up, its a long one.

In late elementary, the percy jackson books were all the rage, and one girl took it WAY too far.

She hit the "I hate my parents" phase earlier and harder than most of our grade, and expressed it by convincing herself she was actually the daughter of Poseidon and some mortal, and that her parents just adopted her and lied about it because they're just SO horrible.

She spent her recesses "training" to fight Hellenic monsters, mostly using jump ropes and kickballs.

And if anyone said anything negative about Hades, she'd plug her ears and run away screaming in fear that Hades was gonna kill us all for speaking ill of him (strangely enough, none of us ever got murdered by Hades lol).

We discovered this bc someone said something like "Hades is like the Greek equivalent of Satan" when we were working together on schoolwork in our greek mythology unit, and she flipped out about the comparison. and we were all such rude little shits that we started using this for entertainment, shit talking Hades all over school when she was within earshot for entertainment.

Damn that must have been one confusing ass year for the administration lmao

Though one unexpected thing, despite being very unpopular for her weirdness, she accidentally started a schoolwide trend with her monster fighting thing.

The main thing she'd do for "fighting monsters" was folding a jump rope in half amd holding the ends, then swinging it like a helicopter over her head before letting go to "fire" (sorta like a lasso but she'd let go of it completely and see how far it would fly).

Even though no one else believed in the monsters, doing this for sport became such a huge schoolwide trend that they actually had to ban jump ropes for a while cuz kids wouldn't stop doing it and kept accidentally hurting each other.

Looking back I almost feel bad about being rude to her since her extreme weirdness was ultimately harmless.

I say "almost" because this girl also caused me some serious grief for the last few years of elementary school.

we were friends before the weirdness started (and if she hadn't been a bitch I'd have stayed her friend through it too), until a girl i knew from church transferred to our school and she and I became inseparable.

The weird girl got intensely jealous and started feeding me lies about how evil and cruel my other friend was, and kept trying to get rid of anyone else i became remotely friendly with.

Right around early fifth grade i finally told her (actually very kindly!) that i was done with her drama and didn't want to be her friend anymore. and i told her this about ten times, because every single time she'd bitch at me for the rest of the day, then show up the next day, clingier than ever, and insisting she didnt remember any such conversation, and pretending everything was fine.

She also got more and more toxic toward my other friends every time.

This pattern continued all through grades 5-6 (grade 6 was elementary school where i lived) because i was too much of a doormat to just tell her to fuck off. It only ended because i moved to a different middle school area after grade 6 and started dodging her calls after the school year ended and i wasnt forced to see her every single day.

My previously mentioned best friend did go to her middle school however, and according to her, the behavior only got more intense through middle school.

Ah, tween drama. So fucking stupid 😂 embarrassing to admit this used to be my whole life.

Username: aftergaylaughter

Everything. He was tall, gawky, had those creepy 70s glasses (in the late 90s), wore a dress shirt and pants every day (to a public school), he fast walked everywhere, and he had the appearance of an ugly baby bird, so some of my friends and I called him Oiseau (French for bird).

Sophomore year, when most kids were 15 or 16, during first day ice-breaker introductions in a class he said (with his lisp), "I'm 18 years old, and I'm a Boy Scout." He looked the part of a nerdy teacher's pet, but always asked a lot of stupid questions.

While it was a public school, you had to take a test and write an essay to get in (admittance of 300 students out of 1500 who applied every year).

He was really bizarre and seemed not bright at all, so many of us wondered how he managed to get in.

He also liked to "Riverdance." He thought he was great at it and would carry a tape deck around to play it so he could dance in homeroom. He even did it at a talent show and at senior prom.

He was TERRIBLE at it. He was basically just flailing about and looked like he was having an upright seizure. People laughed and cheered, and he was none the wiser that they were laughing at him, not with him. (Our school was really cool because no one bullied anyone.

There weren't really any cliques, and while sure, dorky kids got laughed at, it was never to their faces and no one was intentionally ostracized.)

He kept doing it because people kept cheering, so hey, it brought some joy to his life.

You always hope that weird kids will grow out of their insecure and socially awkward ways, but he didn't. Facebook came out a few years after we graduated, and it was cool to reconnect with old friends and to befriend people just for the nostalgia factor.

Oiseau friend requested pretty much just girls from our graduating class, and then asked a lot of them out on dates and/or shamed them for being single mothers and told them they would burn in hell.

Freshman year, I was friends with the weird girl in our class.

We were both experimenting with wicca (i.e. had seen The Craft too many times) and bonded.

We had a few sleepovers, but she made sure our friendship dissolved quickly.

She had been abused as a kid (physically for sure, possibly sexually) and had depression, and often sought attention.

One Friday she walked around the lunchroom asking people if they were her friend.

When I asked why, she said it was because she was going to kill herself that weekend. (She didn't.)

I asked her to please get help, but I don't think she did.

The last time we hung out was when I slept over her house.

It was a Friday, and we stayed up all night. By 6 am I was ready to crash, but she didn't want me to fall asleep.

My eyelids were heavy, and as soon as I began drifting off, she lit a lighter until the metal was hot and burned my arm to wake me up.

Fuck that shit! Fuck her, and fuck her problems!

I had had my own traumatic shit to sort through, but I didn't burn my friends.

We didn't have any classes together after freshman year, so I barely saw her, but I had heard in junior year that she had developed trichotillomania and was eating her hair follicles and leaving clumps of hair from the top of her head on her desks.

Our senior year, her stepbrother (who graduated the year before) killed himself.

I have no idea what happened to her, or if she's even still alive.

I feel bad for her and her brother and whatever fucked up shit they went through.

Username: BangarangPita