Most of us spend almost the first two decades of our lives in school. In that time, we meet countless characters. Best friends, worst enemies, and everything in between. Maybe it was the quiet kid who finally spoke up, maybe it was a class clown, or maybe was just a good old fashioned nutjob, but we all have a few classmates who stand out in our memories. We scoured the internet for stories about the most memorable students, and, as usual, the internet did not disappoint!
1. Fast and Furiously Spoiled
In high school, this one rich kid was bragging that he got in his third fender bender in his "old" car (three years old) that his parents gave him, but he hated, so his parents were buying him an entirely new (current year) car to incentivize him to drive better.
2. But, Why?
This boy in fifth grade used to throw bugs on this girl's hair all the time. Like every single day. The teacher snapped on him one day and finally asked, "Why do you keep doing this?" To which he shrugged and replied, "Jessica is cute."
I think about that kid often.
3. Phil in the Blank
There was a guy named Phil in my high school psychology class who had pretty severe Aspergers. People were often mean to him because, you know, people are stupid when they’re in high school for some reason. Either way, I happened to genuinely like him. And while he was very quiet, when he did speak, I thought he was hilarious.
One day, my teacher was mockingly giving me a lecture about protecting my sensitive information. As a joke, I yelled out my social security number extremely quickly, almost as gibberish. Phil immediately repeated it back verbatim and told me that he was going to steal my identity now. He then put on a cape and ran out of the classroom pretending to be a supervillain.
I hope Phil is doing well these days, he was awesome!
4. Every Quiet Kid Dance Now
I live in Canada. We had this kid at my school who was a new immigrant from Korea, and was extremely quiet and shy. He was socially awkward, didn’t speak English very well, and was not physically coordinated very well for playing any sport, including running. Everyone just kind of thought of him as your typical introverted and non-athletic guy.
Or at least, that’s what they did think of him until the day of our big field trip. We were all sitting down for lunch at a place that had the game Dance Dance Revolution. All of a sudden, this quiet kid gets up and starts dancing like there’s no tomorrow, blowing everyone else out at this game. He had the entire leaderboard before we left, and it was the first time I had ever seen him smile.
It remains one of the most impressive things I have ever seen.
5. If Someone Say to “Leave Them Alone,” You Do As They Say
In middle school, during lunch period, a kid in my grade was getting picked on by this larger kid and his friends. He said, “Stop it, leave me alone,” a few times. No one watching did anything, because we were just dumb kids who didn't want to get picked on either. Large kid was poking him and calling him names while his buddies laughed.
Suddenly he slapped him in the head. The kid who was being picked on just went bananas. Face red, tears streaming down his face, he jumped on the large kid, and beat him up, all while crying “Just leave me alone!” Teachers broke it up and began scolding him, but everyone who had been watching vouched for him, said he was only defending himself.
I think they both got suspended anyway. No one messed with that kid anymore though.
6. Goth Kid
There was this kid named Jarmin. He believed he was a vampire. He would do the most random stuff. For example, he came flying outside one day and spit blood across the ground, wiped his mouth and said, "Sorry, I just had lunch."
7. Love Letters
I knew a kid in high school who wrote a letter to a friend on our graduation day, telling her that he had always loved her. He also wrote that he wished she had picked him to be her boyfriend and that, if he ever had the chance, he would kill her actual boyfriend so that the two of them could finally be together.
8. Wise Words From a Strange Place
There was a girl in grade 5 who created her own language called Shmolbi, and she'd sit in the corner and whisper to herself in it. People also used to tell her there were spiders on her hair and she'd get mad at them and scratch their faces. She purposely grew out the nails on her index, middle, and ring fingers and filed them into sharp claws.
To be fair, telling someone who is clearly not completely all there that they've got spiders in their hair is probably not going to end well for you. She ended up leaving the school in grade 6. Aside from that, in grade 3 I microwaved a kid’s winter boots in our lunchroom because I thought they were the reason he ran faster than me. I was just fat. That was why he was faster. So, I was the weird kid too.
9. I Would Love to Channel This Kid’s Confidence
We had this one kid in my high school who was a senior when I was a junior. He would wear a normal T-shirt and shorts under a smoking jacket, carried around a Nintendo Zapper (the one you used to play Duck Hunt) and entered every class like James Bond. "Take my coat, Moneypenny."
10. Face the Facts
In fifth grade, this dude who always picked on me was kicking my seat in an assembly, and I was having a terrible week, and this was my last straw. I turned and punched him in the face, but I wasn't satisfied with the first punch because it felt weak. I figured I'm already going to be in trouble, so I went back for a second, better punch—one that felt worth getting in trouble over.
Also, this was a DARE assembly, which was about saying no to physical altercations so I basically learned nothing.
11. It Sounds Better the Second Time You Hear It
One time, back in high school, it was right before winter break. Just as the bell was about to ring to end class, our teacher cut in with "Oh, I almost forgot! I have some homework for you for over the break!" Everyone in the class groaned, and even the quiet kid in the corner let out an audible, "What a jerk!" Well, the teacher heard this comment and sternly asked the unfortunate kid, "What did you just say about me, young man?"
To his credit, the quiet kid proudly put his head up and loudly repeated "WHAT. A. JERK." without hesitation. We all started cracking up and the teacher's face turned completely red. I caught up with the kid after the break and his excuse was, "The teacher had already heard it anyway. I wasn't going to get away with it; so since he asked, I just answered."
Epic.
12. Revenge of the Band Girl
When I was in high school, there were a handful of girls who were basically juvenile delinquents. They frequently got in fights, acted tough, had boyfriends who were in their 20s with mullets that were in and out of jail, and they pretty much scared the heck out of the rest of the girls in our school. One day after the lunch bell rang, a girl who I was in band with, sort of nerdy, was walking up the ramp into the lunchroom, as the ringleader of the “tough girls” was walking down.
I'm not exactly sure what caused the confrontation, but it was along the lines of, "What are you looking at?” She was probably just looking to mess with a band-geek, easy mark. The next thing I knew, the girl knocked the glasses off the nerdy girl’s face, who then grabbed the "tough" girl, slammed her to the ground and proceeded to give her a beating like I have never seen since.
Someone clearly had taught her how to stand up for herself. She completely neutralized her into a crumpled heap on the ground. The “tough girl” was out looking for a fight, someone to intimidate, and truly messed with the WRONG person. I still laugh thinking about that. It was a huge victory for the dorks like me back then.
The girl who got beat down was the laughingstock of the entire school and, mercifully, the beat down more or less ended that crew's reign of terror.
13. The Magic of Nitro
He called himself "Nitro" because he was explosive, like nitroglycerin. He swore he was raised by ninjas somewhere in Russia, and snuck into the country by walking a thousand miles through the snow and hitching a ride on a plane. He sold "Magic Juice" out of his school locker for $100 a bottle. It was just different Gatorade flavors all mixed together with hot sauce and other stuff mixed in.
He constantly threatened to fight anyone who questioned his ninja skills and ran up and down the halls with a headband on, flailing his arms like he was doing some sort of magic spell. He was also the best dodgeball player I have ever seen. Is that related to the rest of it? It's hard to say, but I like to think it was.
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14. A Penny a Day Keeps Jerks Away
I went to high school with this insufferably rich kid. How rich? Well, his family had a couch in their home's elevator. They had classical European sculptures everywhere (this was in the US). This kid talked down to/about the less fortunate on a regular basis. One time, he made fun of me for picking a coin up off the ground.
15. A Cry for Help?
When I was in middle school, our friend group had an attention-seeking girl. She was generally alright for a middle schooler (hormonal teenage behavior aside), but we could all tell she was a bit troubled. She would lie about everything. She made up family members that didn’t exist, but she didn't even stop there.
She also tried to claim that every dark-haired, thin, female extra in a music video who only appeared for a split second was her, and all sorts of other things. For example, once she dug a huge bloody hole in her lip and claimed that her brother punched her…despite the fact that she didn't even have a brother.
One day, she started texting us about how she’s drunk, cut her arms up, and is trying to put things like Sharpie ink into the cuts so that it would poison her and kill her. Naturally, we all panicked. One of the girls in our group decided to call the police, and she ended up being put in some sort of a mental hospital for a while.
When she came back, she was super pissed at us and refused to speak to any of us. I guess she didn’t get the reaction she wanted? She showed no physical signs of the kind of self-harm she claimed to have done to herself, either.
16. Right in the Family Jewels
My youngest daughter was getting picked on in elementary school by a boy who was two grades above her. He constantly taunted, pushed, and annoyed her. One day he pushed her from behind and she dropped her books. She immediately turned around and full-on kicked him square in the nuts with all the force her soccer-playing leg could muster.
I was told he curled up and bawled for several minutes, while my daughter was sent to the principal’s office. She was smiling when her mother picked her up from school.
17. Revenge Burns Carbs
In seventh grade, my friend was self-conscious about his weight. One day at lunch, I was watching him and another friend chasing each other, (I forgot why they were), the one friend said, "You can't catch me fatty!" And the next thing I knew, there was a loud SMACK and the kid was on the grass with a bloody nose.
18. Not Sure What Kind of Potion That Would Be
Ah, good ol' Lord Taranus. So, back in the second grade, a few of my friends were playing some fantasy game during their lunch break. It mostly just consisted of them having pretend sword fights and whatnot. This kid wanted to join, and they figured, "Why not?" For the game, he decided to call himself Lord Taranus, the Dark Lord.
The last time I saw him in tenth grade, he was still going by that name and he had a full backstory, such as he was the son of Hitler and a volcano. Occasionally he would ask the stoners to brew him a potion, but overall he was still a pretty nice guy.
19. Never Her Fault
I go to school with a girl who finds a way to blame others for all her wrongdoings. She failed a class three times for not doing the coursework or going to class. Claimed the teacher was out to get her. People constantly walk out of her life because they’re sick of her gossiping about them. Claimed she is such a loyal friend, so (insert name) must be a total witch.
Puts down a friend because “she’s way too confident.” Doesn’t understand why that friend doesn’t hang out with her anymore. Someone called her out for always putting people down. She complained about how mean that person is.
20. I’m With Him on the Last Part
The weird kid smelled like he bathed in cat pee every day, and hissed at anyone who ever came near him. He also used to run through the hallways from class to class incessantly—except that wasn't even the worst part. He then threatened to kill me in a computer lab because I used Internet Explorer instead of Firefox.
21. Don’t Become an Example to Your Fiendish Friends
I was being bullied for like a month when I was 13 or 14. Some guy from my class started messing with me (pushing, hair grabbing, neck slapping, stuff like that), and I didn't know how to handle it. One of his friends from another class, a guy I had never spoken to before, tried it once and I instinctively punched him in the face. The bullying stopped.
If that random guy didn't do what he did, I don't know how I would have put an end to it, to be honest.
22. He’s Still a Weirdo
My grandma told me that she went to school with Stephen King in Maine when she was a little girl. She told me that he always drew strange pictures and especially a lot of dragons. He was apparently the "weirdo" of the class.
23. Money Can’t Buy Friendship, But It Can Buy a Look the Other Way
The dude who relentlessly bullied me in school was also the son of one of the richest people in the city. One day, a teacher caught him with his hands around my throat, and I was pinned against a wall. We were both taken to the teachers' meeting room, where it was explained to me that we should try and get along and that we should apologize to each other.
Did I mention his dad also built the flashy new cafeteria for the school that year? He was caught on numerous occasions with me in some state of distress, and every time they found ways to make it both our problem. His dad pumped a lot of money into that school. He also flew his friends on his private airline to Manchester United games so nobody stood up for me because they could lose their privileges.
My saving grace was a lot of his mates in early years of secondary school turned on him in the later years because he was such a jerk.
24. Someone Wants a Knuckle Sandwich
Was riding the bus home from school one day. Bunch of jerks messing around in the back, throwing food and other junk. A quiet, overweight kid sat in front of them, minding his own business when one of the jerks thought it would be funny to shove an old sandwich in his face and call him fat boy. The quiet kid stood up and knocked him out in a single hit, then grabbed his bag and walked up to the front of the bus and got off at his stop as if nothing happened.
25. Stay Hydrated
Some kid brought vodka to school in a water bottle. So naturally, I emptied it while he was gone and filled it with water. The loser acted drunk for two hours from drinking regular old tap water.
26. Show Some Dignity
I knew this girl in high school who was the queen of obnoxious and attention-seeking behavior. She was constantly trying to get people's attention, from screaming loudly in the hall to crying hard over “sad” memes at lunch. She was so annoying, but unfortunately, many people bought and fed into her histrionics. Let’s call her Cry Face.
I never really liked Cry Face; she came off as fake and kind of rude. I tried to ignore her for the most part, but the absolute turning point for me was her over-the-top behavior at a choir concert in junior year. It was 20 minutes before the concert was set to begin, and all the kids were practicing getting on the risers (about 100 people).
Suddenly, Cry Face’s mom entered the auditorium, briskly walked to the director, and whispered something in his ear. The director nodded, and called Cry Face off the riser. When Cry Face got down, the Mom whispered something to her. All of a sudden, Cry Face let out a blood-curdling scream and ran for the auditorium exit.
She got halfway before collapsing to the ground wailing. She kept yelling, “oh my God, OH MY GOD,” over and over again. The mom came up behind her, pulled her up by the elbow, and rushed out. Naturally, everyone in the choir thought something horrible had happened and we tried to find out what it could possibly be.
Some friends had texted her, but Cry Face would only respond with cryptic messages like “nothing will ever be the same” and “why couldn’t it have been me?” Rumor spread that her father and little sister had burned to death in a car wreck. With a reaction like that, what else could it be? We could really only assume the absolute worst.
People were talking about organizing a carpool to attend the funeral and taking “friendship shifts” so someone would always be available to comfort her. I even agreed to a couple of shifts. Heck, the entire choir said a group prayer for her before the concert, and this was at a public school! We were all so worried.
Now, these thoughts would have been incredibly kind…if that was what happened. But nope. Turns out Cry Face’s little sister was diagnosed with diabetes. The sister didn’t go to the hospital. She didn’t get sick and need medical attention. The family had only received the call that the scheduled medical tests came back positive for diabetes.
The mom came to tell Cry Face because the family had decided to skip the choir concert so they could meet with the doctor and talk about the medical diagnosis.
27. If I Was a Quiet Kid
Back in seventh grade, there was a new kid in town named Nick who had started school halfway through the year. He sat next to me in English class and didn't say anything ever. One day, we were all reading poems out loud and critiquing each other. One sorry fella read his and every line started off with "If I was a bird." It went something like this:
"If I was a bird, I would live in a tree. If I was a bird, I would fly to school. If I was a bird, etc..."
A few people offered some words of polite and constructive criticism. Then, the teacher called on Nick for his opinion. Out of the clear blue sky, Nick said, "If I was a bird, I would poop on all of you." He got kicked out of class for that inappropriate remark. I still can’t help but laugh my head off every time I think about it.
We ended up becoming fairly good friends, and he was actually a pretty nice guy overall. I think he just couldn't resist making that joke. And who can blame him??
28. When The Bullied Strike Back
One jerk named “Rich” was picking on a kid all day. He followed the kid out to the buses jawing at him he whole time, while the kid just walked with his head down and his hands in his pockets. Rich said something that stopped the kid in his tracks and he pulled his hand out of his pocket with a pencil gripped like a knife and whirled around to plunge the pencil into the side of Rich's jaw.
It went through his cheek and knocked a tooth out.
29. Fashion Is Filed Under “Z”
This kid ALWAYS wore a zoot suit. Every day. Not that weird, I guess. But back in high school, weird as heck. Some more details: These were not Salvation Army/hand-me-downs quality. This kid wore nothing but high-quality zoot suits, with a chain and nice shoes to match. Every once in a while, he had a chrome-tipped, black cane.
His closet must have been full of these suits. He had bright-colored ones, pinstriped ones, dark blue ones, and pure black ones. Just every kind of zoot suit under the sun. I didn't see him with the hat very often, though. This was in 2005 or 2006, and I think he won "best dressed" in the yearbook. I don’t have one to confirm, though.
30. Not Every Story is David and Goliath
Jerk bully screwed with a younger kid in high school who was super nice and a really good friend of mine. I didn’t like it, so I got in the bully’s face and told him I’d kick his butt. Well, we went at it and I absolutely got the snot kicked out of me. Guy knew judo or something. Turns out, I was the one who messed with the wrong person.
I’d do it again though.
31. High School Heartbreaker
At my senior prom, my (now ex) friend and I were talking about our experiences in high school. Reminiscing. Or at least I was...she was nonstop complaining about how everyone around her hated her, how another friend of mine was annoying and needy, etc. etc. The conversation gets to a point and she just bluntly says to me, "Yeah I know, between the two of us I'm a better person, not that it matters!"
As I later learned, she was hooking up with a guy a grade below us who already had a girlfriend. Who's the better person now, Mikaela?
32. Remember to Spay and Neuter Your Pets
She was a furry who tried recruiting people into her newly founded “Furry Religion” where the type of furry you were spiritually was based on your birthday like some freaking astrology thing. She also had a boyfriend who was into the whole furry thing, but in a really weird intimate way. They’d make out on the floor or in the lounge areas and bark/growl at each other.
It just made everything incredibly uncomfortable for everyone around them. Oh, and this happened in my first year of college, which totally adds to the weirdness. Teachers had to make a public announcement banning people from making out and doing all that romantic stuff on campus because of how bad it got. It didn't make any difference to her.
33. Some Actions Won’t Be Lost in Translation
My bully decided to sit next to me in class, repeatedly whispered insults to me, so at one point I snapped, took his head, and bashed it into the desk. I think I would have been in deep trouble had his textbook not been there. Needless to say, I got kicked out of that class and had to change English classes.
34. Call It a Bad Harvest
Group of rich high school kids in Montana out driving around, drinking. Found two combines (large farm tractor thingies, worth about $250,000 each) out in a wheat field. Decided to have a demolition derby. Got caught. In the judge’s chambers with the farmer, who just wanted the damages reimbursed. The high-end family lawyers asked what the heck they were thinking when they did it.
The response: “Well, you can’t put a price on a good time.” Turns out that was the wrong answer...
35. Wigging out
This girl wore an obviously fake wig to school for about a week. Everyone in the group immediately knew it was a wig, but she insisted it was just a bad haircut, to the point of running out of the room fake crying when we would say it was a wig. At the end of the week, she literally stood up on the lunch table and yelled that she had an announcement to make, ripping the wig off her head.
36. God Save the Quiet Kid
My wife once told me the story of a really, really quiet kid who had been in her class back in the day. No one had ever heard him speak because he had some sort of mental thing. Even the teacher knew not to call on him. The last week of school this kid finally has something to say and decides to speak. Turns out he was 100% British.
This was in the cornfields of the Midwest. No one saw that coming!
37. Quiet and Steady Wins the Race
In college, my friend Harry was always the quiet kid. Then, one day, in the dead silence of a lecture hall, he randomly said, "Oh, if only I were a turtle!" out loud to himself. I miss ya, Harry!
38. Violence is the Universal Language
So, in my university, people hazed freshmen in all kinds of crazy ways. It was out of control for a period. Then one of the freshmen was a quiet, small, constantly smiling guy who was from a rural area on the India-China border, from a village where they had only three hours of electricity a day. He didn't speak much English or Hindi.
One of the seniors targeted him and slapped him or something. Guy took it all smilingly. Then in the dead of the night, he waited till when the senior was all alone outside. Then dragged him into the woods and beat the snot out of him. No one messed with him after that.
39. A One-Passenger Kind of Brain
Ex-friend was complaining about how she was so nice and always there for other people, but no one was there for her. In an attempt to empathize, I said, “I understand entirely. I felt the same way when—“ She cut me off mid-sentence to say, “No offense, but I don’t have the capacity to deal with your problems.” She then went on to talk about her dad blowing up babies in Vietnam.
40. A Sacred Bond Between Smash Brothers
There was a kid in my school who was obsessed with Mario. He had Mario sweatshirts and notebooks, and a Mario backpack. Well, someone figured out that if you told him, “Mario is dead,” he’d flip. Scream and cry “screw you, no he’s not” every single time. He got in trouble multiple times for attacking kids who said anything about Mario dying.
41. Get a Kick Out of That
A group of boys thought it was hilarious to keep our football and stop us from getting it back after it rolled towards them on the school field. They kept passing it between themselves and picking it up and trying to keep it away from us. After trying for about a minute to get the ball from them by running after it, one of them picked the ball up and kept moving it away trying to keep it out of my reach.
I took a few steps back, no longer interested in trying to not hurt them and did a "goal kick" on the ball. I kicked his hand in the process and the ball smacked him in the face and gave him a bloody nose. He didn't even try to react: he just turned and walked away with his tail between his legs.
42. A Drop in the Ocean
Back in high school we were doing one of those ice breakers where we passed a beach ball around and whoever caught it had to answer the question their thumb landed on. Well, this kid who has proclaimed being rich numerous times before talking about his parents owning a known pizza place and how he drives an expensive sports car caught the ball. His question was, "If you won a million dollars what would you do with it?"
His response was somewhere along the lines of "A million dollars wouldn't make any difference in my life."
43. The Kids Are Not Alright
My wife is a teacher who works at a high school. It was time for the monthly fire drill, and she had to cover a class in the school after their teacher quit with no notice. As the alarm started blaring, a rather large girl decided she liked the rhythm of the alarm and started to twerk. In the hallway. My wife shouted to her, “Stop twerking to the fire alarm!”
When she got outside, she texted me that her career as a teacher had hit a new low.
44. Oops, He Did It Again!
Flashback to middle school. We are all sitting in health class, learning about the topic of domestic abuse. Somehow, the subject of our discussion turns to how Britney Spears had received some backlash for abusing her kids. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, the usually quiet kid in the back of the room just shouts out, “Probably because she hit her baby one more time!”
Everyone, including the teacher, was laughing for a good ten seconds at least before things resumed back to normal. The guy who said it was even laughing, because he knew that he usually didn’t say stuff like that. No idea where that came from, but well played, Mr. Quiet Kid!
45. Time to Hang it Up
A 15-year-old creep somehow got my 16-year-old younger sister’s phone number and kept calling her and would say the most reprehensible and vulgar things. Too bad for him, our dad is a federal investigator. Last I heard, that kid is no longer allowed to have or operate a telephone for a certain amount of time without parental supervision.
46. What Are They Teaching in Special Ed?
Seventh grade, the new kid in school, I forgot his name, but he looked like the jerk from 10 Things I Hate About You. He gets egged on to fight the special education kid, we'll call him Kendal. Sweet kid, Down syndrome, took a long time for him to agree to meet the jerk behind the band hall. He does, the jerk dances in, in front of half the student body, and gets deflected and destroyed.
Every punch he threw turned into a throw or a joint lock. He got tossed and pushed away four times, before on the fifth time, Kendal locks him up again, turns him around and then punts his family jewels into his throat.
47. Treat Me Like a Gentleman or Get Treated Like a Dog
The bully would always grab my butt or slap my neck, say rude things about my nationality and insult me. I often told him to stop, but he never did. For a year and a half. Once, in a lecture, he came to my desk and grabbed my butt. I had a really bad day that day too. The moment he grabbed my butt, I saw RED. I was MAD.
I stood up and looked him in the eye. I took his head and SMASHED it against the wall with all I had. Nothing serious happened to him. Except for the teacher got mad at him for bothering me. I was a quiet and good-hearted kid, and the teacher knew that.
48. That’s an Extra Serving of Creep Right There
I went to elementary school with a girl that went beyond painfully shy. She never spoke, and she acted like she was petrified to answer questions in front of the class when called upon. She was really smart, but there was definitely something that seemed "off" about her. Nobody knew her because she was so quiet, it was just impossible to make friends.
In high school, she babysat for this oddball family with a sleazy looking 40-something-year-old dad. On her 18th birthday, he left his wife and married her.
49. Just Sounds Like a Typical Redneck to Me
The kid with a rat tail haircut and a knife collection he would bring to school was definitely the most memorable that I can think of.
50. Doesn’t Sound Like a Nice Guy, But Okay…
I have this one rich kid in my MBA cohort who literally outsources his homework and projects to India. He whined and moaned when one of our professors gave him a “C” when he only showed up to two classes. His reasoning? He felt like he earned a better grade after his dad donated $10,000 to school. Overall, a nice guy, but he doesn’t really have a clue.
51. His Next of Chin
The quiet kid in my class was always sort of bullied by this bigger kid who had a cleft chin. One day, the cleft chin guy insulted the quiet kid in front of a whole crowd, as per usual. However, this time the quiet kid fought back. Out of nowhere, he came back with the insult "Is your mouth so filthy because someone [blanked] you in the chin?"
We were only in sixth grade and we had never heard a curse word spoken in school before. We were seated in groups, and our whole table immediately burst out laughing. It was a dirty joke, so check, and it was aimed at a bully, so double check. The quiet kid became known as the "chin expletive" kid from then on, which was totally hilarious to us sixth graders at the time.
52. A Kiss, Followed By a Fist
Back when I was in middle school, a pair of disgusting guys were going around and forcibly kissing girls as part of a bet. One of them did this to me, and, without even thinking, I punched him in the face. He was on the floor, hand over his face, blood pouring from between his fingers, and looking utterly shell-shocked.
I looked around and there were no witnesses, so I leaned in and snapped, “You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?! Or I'll break something else!” He shook his head rapidly, and I ran off to tell a teacher that I saw a student fall face first. About a week later, I saw him again at school, and he had some kind of cast/guard across his nose.
The color drained from his face when we made eye contact.
53. Should Have Just Taken the Zilch
Yuppy frat boy in an econ course I was taking my freshman year got caught cheating. At my university, we all sign a contract agreeing to their honor code policies, and cheating is an automatic expulsion. But, the professor decided to be nice and was just going to give the kid a zero on the exam. Frat kid still thinks that’s too harsh, and it turns into an argument.
The kid starts saying how "in" his family is at the university, and how none of this matters because he'll just "pull some strings.” Long story short, our professor is actually close friends with the chancellor of our school. Not only did the kid get expelled from the school, but they somehow got him into legal trouble as well for some of the comments made in class that day.
I don't know what was said that could have been used against him, but the kid ended up in some deep trouble.
54. You Could Say He Was Yellow-Bellied
Mustard Boy. I’ll never forget him. He would cover his lunch tray in mustard. Chicken nuggets? Mustard. Mexican pizza? Mustard. Breakfast for lunch? Mustard. It didn’t matter what it was, he would drench it in sweet, yellow mustard. He wasn’t doing it to just to make a mess of his lunch tray, either: he always finished his mustard-food.
55. I’m Not the One Who Need Protection
In middle school, we were hanging around before classes started, and this guy who used to be my friend came up behind me and put a condom in my mouth. I turned around, pushed him up against the wall and punched him in the face. The whole school heard about it and they were all backing me up for the rest of the day. I didn't even get in trouble.
I'll expand a bit. He was super embarrassed and tried to negotiate with me saying, "You have to let me punch you back to make up for it," or save his honor or some bull. People would not stop teasing him about it. I think that when the teachers heard about it, they thought it was funny and I had a good rep with them, so they let it slide.
56. Those Ol’ Flood Pants
There was a guy called "Pirate Pants" that wore these gigantic purple pants that came down to about four inches above his ankles. I miss Pirate Pants.
57. The Garage is Open But Nobody’s Home
A rich kid in my high school crashed six cars within a year. And they weren't like 1990's Toyotas and Hondas most high schoolers buy (themselves); these were brand new Subaru STIs, a BRZ, a BMW, brand new Jeep, stuff like that. The last car his dad bought him was a semi-new Ford focus. A decent car, better than my 1997 white Camry.
Every day he complained and threw a fit his dad wouldn’t buy him another $30,000+ car.
58. Let It Snow
One of the kids in my grade brought bags of "white stuff" to senior prom. Not only did his parents let him go, but the police did too. Now I believe he's in an engineering program at Yale.
59. A Bus Ride From Heck
There was a kid on our school bus who needed way too much attention. He was constantly screaming or throwing stuff out the window. He at one point re-enacted giving birth the whole ride. Complete with legs spread, screaming, fake pushing, etc. One day he threw a water bottle and hit a car. He was banned from the bus for the year. But he wasn't done yet...
The next year, he was allowed back on. In his first week back, he pulled out a needle and pierced his lower lip while on the bus. Of course it was bumpy, so he didn’t get it centered, so he did it again to even it out. He was banned from the bus again.
60. I Swear on Your Life
I was the quiet kid in my grade. I was also secretly a sneaky little devil! My gym teacher always liked me because I was a good athlete, but he was very against swearing in class. So, I would stand near the girls who used to bully me and I’d start yelling out swear words when he wasn't looking, knowing full well that he would always assume it wasn't me. As punishment, he would usually make the girls do 10 or so pushups per swear word that he had heard.
Small victories like that are what got me through high school.
61. Don’t Target the Freshman
When I got to high school, I was recruited to the freshman football team. At the time I was the biggest freshman around, but nowhere near as big as the seniors. During daily-doubles, during the hottest time of the year, I get told to go practice with the varsity team. There was this guy named Miller, who's the star linebacker for the school.
There were banners all over the school that say “It's Miller Time!” It turns out this was something he barked before he knocked you out. As I'm supposed to play offensive lineman against this guy who's like 220 and 6'4", so I'm totally freaked out. He lines up, yells out, “It's Miller Time, frosh” and then launches at me full force.
Thing is, he didn't know I had been training in Aikido for 10 years and was the youngest black belt in the state. As useless as Aikido is for anyone but Steven Seagal, the next thing Miller knew, he was face down in the dirt and I casually walked over him. Coach laughed his butt off and then made Miller run laps til he passed out. I spent the rest of the year hiding from him.
62. A Silence Says a Thousand Words
There was a kid at my high school who never talked. It wasn’t that he couldn't speak, or that he only spoke to his close friends; he just wouldn't speak to anyone. Teachers didn’t call on him because they knew he didn’t talk. When a substitute would come in and try to call on him, there was always some kid who would have to explain, "Ricky doesn't talk.”
If you asked him a question, he would just look at you. It was weird and some people would take offense to his silence. But eventually everyone realized that was just his thing and rolled with it. The only time he spoke was when we had to present individually in class. On those days, people would get really excited if they had a class with him, because hearing him talk was like seeing a unicorn.
A lot of people have mentioned this possibly being a case of Selective Mutism. I looked up the diagnosis and it seems like a good match. There were also rumors from kids who rode the bus with him who said that once he got off the bus, he would meet up with his neighborhood friends and (presumably) talk to them. When he did present in class, he didn't have a weird voice or any strange vocal qualities.
63. He Said, He Said, Moms Said
It was fifth grade. I can't remember what specifically caused me to snap, but after spending the last five years being continually harassed, bullied, and assaulted by a specific boy I'd had enough. I calmly walked to the mounted pencil sharpener at the back of the class and sharpened my pencil to a very fine tip. Then, I walked behind said bully, and in a downward motion slashed him across the entirety of his back in one fluid motion.
Obviously, I got a truckload of trouble for what I did. The principal insinuated to my mother that the parents of the other boy may want to press charges for my harming of their pride-and-joy. My mother, bless her heart, retorted back, "If that's the case, perhaps I should press charges considering how often my son has been coming home with cuts, bruises, and welts administered at their boy's hands without repercussions from your staff."
The principal moonwalked out of that conversation so freaking fast. I still was read the riot-act at home, though. Got drilled into me that what I did was use a weapon to harm someone, and that it would never be tolerated at any level. Grounded for a very, very long time. Bully gave me space, for a while anyway. Went back to his usual torment after a couple of weeks—minus any physical contact.
64. Cash and Crashed
A group of rich kids who went to high school with me got super drunk at a party and then drove home and crashed the car. Only one of the four of them got in any trouble (she ended up getting maybe 40 hours of community service). Then this girl was complaining about how her parents wouldn't buy her a brand new, fairly expensive car for her birthday until she got the community service done.
65. I’ve Heard of School Trips, But This Is Ridiculous
This extremely stupid kid who I went to high school with did a ton of substances shortly before a pep rally. Unsurprisingly, he completely freaked out during it. First the school called the police, but apparently he was freaking out too much so they had to call an ambulance to hold him down and carry him out via stretcher.
Pretty sure he got expelled because I never saw him in one of the classes we were both in ever again.
66. Telling It Like It Is
In my sixth-grade science class, our teacher had briefly stepped out of the room and so, naturally, we were all just screwing around with a bunch of hot plates. While messing around, one of my classmates accidentally burned his hand pretty badly on one of the plates and had to go to the nurse. Right after he left the room, the quiet kid entered and just casually went, “It smells like burnt flesh in here!” out of the blue, then just sat down as if it was nothing.
Everyone in the class turned around and just stared at him for a solid few seconds.
67. The Next Practice Scrimmage was Probably Hella Awkward
In high school between classes, a couple of the defensive backs on our football team thought it would be funny to run full speed into the open doors to knock over the students who were leaving the classrooms. After seeing this happen a few days in a row, I, the football team’s starting defensive tackle, decided to post up behind the door.
After I felt the thump of my fellow teammate hitting the door, I emerged from behind the door to find him laying on the ground. I reached out a hand and helped him to his feet. Then I told him, “Hey man, you gotta watch where you're going. There's a door there.”
68. Below the Belt Hits
There was a bully in my high school class who liked to “pants” other guys. His goal was usually to get both the pants and the boxers, leaving the victim’s genitals blowing in the breeze. After gym, the bully decided his target was a guy named Dan. Dan was a brilliant yet awkward guy, definitely on the spectrum. Dan was a tall gangly guy and an easy target.
However, Dan had a secret. He had just received his black belt in jiu-jitsu and was fully capable of absolutely messing stuff up. I think you see where this is going. Anyway, the bully struts up to Dan and yanks his shorts down. Shorts, boxers, everything. Dan is left standing there fully on display with the whole class laughing at him.
Dan calmly stepped out of his downed shorts and put the bully into some crazy hold. Once he got the bully to squeal, he flipped him over his back onto the bleachers. The gym teacher saw the whole thing. The bully suffered a broken leg, missed out on his entire senior year of athletics, and was suspended. Dan received a warning not to break the legs of any more classmates.
69. Can’t Say He Isn’t a Baller
We had this one kid who was a bit of an oddball, always said the most obscure things in the middle of class, and overall he kind of reminded me of Dwight from The Office. Anyways, we were in gym class playing kickball indoors because it was raining, and he was on me and my friend's team. Everything was going well so far.
His turn came up, bases loaded, with a pretty close game, and class was about to end. We were all just watching in anticipation as the pitch came. Mid-roll, he turns around and looks directly at us and gives us the most confident smirk I've ever seen. Then he turns back around, runs up, and kicks the ball high into the air.
Now, we had a pretty decent-sized gym area, and at the top were all these metal beams for support. A couple of them were giant i-beam-type things. So anyways, he kicks the ball and it goes flying up 40 feet and hits all these beams and somehow lands perfectly on the edge of one of the i-beams that could only have been the length of the ball itself.
The guy ran the bases like it was business as usual, and me and my friends died laughing, convinced that he freaking knew that he would do that. The ball stayed up there the rest of the school year.
70. Call It An Act Of God
This happened in eighth grade. I was bullied from the beginning of seventh grade and one day, I decided to report him. I got bullied for reporting the bully. I got so mad that one day after church I beat him up in the parking lot. I made sure I didn't beat him up enough to have to call an ambulance but enough to hurt. He didn't mess with me from then onwards.
71. What a Terrible Club
Not an individual, but a group of kids at my high school would wear tails and pretend they were wolves. They all had their own wolf name, wore contacts that made their eyes look like wolves, and would meet in the woods when there was a full moon to howl at it.
Well, for three weeks straight, a member of this group killed themselves every Wednesday. It was strange, to say the least. Here's a link to the story. It was written after the second death. The second person was at an alternative school at the time of his death because he had been expelled from my high school.
72. Hope He Learned His Lesson
When my mom was in high school, there was this kid who was always desperate for attention and would do stupid things to get it. Well one day, he decided he would drink poison to get attention. He almost died. He had to be taken to the hospital and have his stomach pumped. He said it felt like worms were eating him from the inside out.
73. Delivery by Airmail
My friend was the quiet kid in my school. In our high school drafting class, back when drafting was done on paper, there was another kid harassing him from across the room. After a while, my friend took his t-square (about two feet long, made of wood, and with sharp edges) and whipped it across the room, hitting his harasser square on the side of the head.
The resulting head wound required several stitches.
74. It Started Out With a Catcall and Ended With Him Calling Uncle
I had a friend in college, we'll call him John for Internet anonymity. He's an awesome guy but had a sketchy childhood due to bad parents. His dad took off when he was a kid and his mom was a heavy drug user. He spent time living with his grandma and in foster homes. He didn't have two pennies to rub together but went to college on a football scholarship.
He wasn't a big guy—he played safety—but he was very athletic and solid muscle. He was also very mild-mannered and quiet. Anyway, that sets the story up. We were all out doing what you do in college, hopping from bar to bar. John had hardly had anything to drink because he didn't have a ton of money for that sort of thing and wasn't the sort of guy to comfortably accept lots of free drinks.
As we're walking down the street between establishments, one of the girls in our group starts getting catcalled. We're all pretty drunk so there were lots of words yelled back and forth. It escalated to one of the guys coming over, but there weren’t any signs of danger at this point, just college idiots being college idiots.
John hadn't been involved in the yelling except to tell everyone to calm down and just let it go. He was trying to guide us all away from the confrontation like a sober sheepdog when the guy who had been doing the catcalling throws this wild punch, hitting John. It was a complete cheap shot but he mostly missed the mark.
The hook got more shoulder than head or face. But John turned, and before any of us knew what was going on, John had put his shoulder into the guy's stomach, drove him to the ground, and went to town on his guy's face. We pulled him off. The whole fight must have only lasted 5-10 seconds, but the guy was out cold and bleeding in the street.
After the fact, we found out he ended up in the ER with a broken nose and orbital bone. The guy ended up dropping out and we didn't see him again. But everyone learned that you don't mess with John.
75. Who is the Real Gentleman?
It happened between my high school boyfriend and my older brother. My freshman year of high school I met "Scotty.” He was a little on the weird side, a scene kid, but he was nice enough. Until the day he decided to hit me. I said something he didn't agree with and in retaliation, and he slapped the bejeezus out of me. If there was an award for best slap, then Scotty won it.
My head snapped back, saliva flew from my mouth, tears formed in my eyes. We had been in the car, sitting in traffic behind some accident or something else. He kicked me out of the car and made me walk home. I sat down on the side of the road and called my brother because I wasn't ready to deal with my mother's reaction.
My brother showed up in his Jeep and held up traffic on a Friday afternoon to make sure I was okay. He had even stopped at the store and bought me a bag of frozen peas for my cheek. We drove on, the car was deadly silent. My brother was steely-faced, white-knuckle gripping the wheel, with pure anger in his eyes. We drove past our road and kept going.
He pulled into Scotty's yard and stormed up to the door. I stayed in the car. Scotty came out, 5’7” tall to my brother's 6’3”. My brother grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him a good foot off the ground. I didn't hear what was said, all I know is my brother never had to hit the kid, whatever he said to him made Scotty go pale and shaky.
Brother laid him down on the front porch, came back down, got in the Jeep and wrecked that boy's front yard. Tore it the hell up. Scotty's dad was one of those guys who won awards for his yard. Scotty had to explain to his dad why his yard was messed up. His parents called and apologized for their son's behavior. We never heard another word from Scotty.
76. Whip It Real Good
This guy had an absolute hair-trigger, and would easily snap and threaten people. Suspended multiple times. Two memorable incidents were when he freaked out at an art teacher. After he got mad, he went to his locker and came back with a bullwhip. He made that thing SNAP and sent everyone running, while the teacher barricaded herself in the supply room.
Another time someone made the mistake of teasing him about something and everyone laughed, and he pulled a knife and screamed, "Who wants to be the first to die?!" He was expelled and I'm not sure whatever became of him. If I had to guess, though, I don't think his life turned out all that well once he became an adult...
77. Well, He Warned You
It wasn’t me, but a kid I knew in middle school would constantly get picked on by two other kids who would act like jerks, badger him, push him around. Well, one day they were messing with him, pushing him around, and calling him names and he looks at one of the kids and calmly says “If you push me one more time, I’m going to punch you in the face.”
The bully decided to push him again and the kid turned and punched him square in the nose. The bully immediately started crying when he realized his nose was bleeding. He ran off with his friend to tell on the kid even though they were bullying him in the first place. Everyone around him (including me) was cheering him on as he had stuck up for himself.
78. Can’t Get Creepier Than That
There was this redneck dude in my art class who usually kept to himself, but would only talk to this one girl who was a year below us. One day, me and my friends saw them making out hard in an empty classroom. I asked him the next day about his girlfriend and he told me with a straight face that his girlfriend was actually his cousin.
Not making this up.
79. The Sisters Were Not Impressed
The little jerk pulled out a joint and started smoking it IN CLASS. I should add that we went to CONVENT SCHOOL. The nuns were appalled. We then had an assembly where they spoke about the devil and substances, and we all had to go to the chapel and pray. I believe the girl was expelled. I miss those crazy secondary school days.
80. Choosing Her Words Wisely
There was a girl who went the entirety of middle school never speaking a single word to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. One day, the class was being rowdy while the teacher was out of the room. All of a sudden, in the raspiest, deepest voice you could ever imagine, this girl just stood up and yelled “SHUT UP!” at the top of her lungs.
We all shut up immediately.
81. Who Says the Classroom Isn’t the Place for Fantasy?
I had a few weird kids. One was OBSESSED with all Asian culture (kind of random since we lived in a very rural community in Canada with little connection to the outside world, let alone to Asia) and would lose her mind if anyone said anything remotely negative about it. It started out as mainly just a fixation on Pokémon, anime, and K-pop, but quickly branched out to all things Asian. She once hit me with a textbook because we were discussing M. Butterfly in class and I said that I didn't like it. This was at age 16.
Another kid used to pick his nose until it bled, and then he would just go home because he had a nosebleed. Guess what? He would also eat the boogers. We were all surprisingly chill about that part of his personality—the thing we all hated most about this kid is that he would lie about the most random stuff, in any situation.
For example, he would deny that he got hit when playing dodge ball or caught when playing tag on the playground. One time my neighbor made me a little inukshuk glued to a piece of driftwood, and I brought it to school to show the class. This kid picked it up in front of everyone, immediately dropped and broke it, and then denied that it was him who broke it, even though we had all literally watched him do it.
He cried when we continuously called him out on it. This was also at age 16.
82. I Hope Rachel Got the Counseling She Needed
Death note Rachel. She wore the same all-black outfit everyday. One day, someone discovered she'd been making a death list, numbered, of people from the school. Terrifyingly, my good friend "made the cut." Surprisingly, Rachel was not suspended.
83. The Hands of Fate Came for Him
I was the quiet kid at school. Bully had been especially annoying to me that day. At lunch, he yelled something to me, I walked up to him, and slapped him across his face. His face instantly became red and he jumped at me and tackled me to the ground. I shook him off, then shoved him into the wall. After that, he didn't mess with me.
84. Some Kids Are Just Weird
There was this kid in elementary school named Ricky. He was the typical attention-seeking kid who was constantly in trouble. He was funny in some cases, but most of the time we had to tell him to please be quiet whenever he spoke up. One afternoon, pretty much everyone was ignoring Ricky and he got upset and excused himself to use the bathroom.
About 20 minutes passed and the teacher asked if another student would go check on him. Then that student was gone a handful of time. So everything stopped and they called the office. Turns out Ricky was in the bathroom lobbing cups of toilet water and whatever else you can imagine at people. I kind of miss Ricky, to be honest.
85. You’ve Got a Friend in Me
Scene: Biology class. Teacher: “Now, even though clones are the same genetically, they may come out differently. If we cloned James here, his clone might have more access to—” Quiet Kid: “Friends?” Teacher doesn’t even argue, and just looks back sadly at the kid with no further comment. Not as extreme as some of these other stories, but still completely unexpected at the time.
86. You Never Know What’s Behind Closed Doors
Kid I went to school with was a nice kid, but weird. Definitely had some form of special needs, but I never knew what exactly. I'll never forget the day I watched him walking down the hall with a Twix wrapper across his eyes. Like he was wearing a Cyclops (X-men) visor. I asked him why he would do that. His response was: "Well I can see through it, so I wanted to see through it."
I felt so bad for this kid. He was bullied badly. The kids at school were awful to him. One day at lunch, I watched a giant jerk walk up to him after just sitting down with his lunch. Grabbed the kid's backpack and also his Gameboy from the table (which was like the only nice thing the kid owned), threw it straight in the trash, and then dumped the freshly bought lunch right on top of it.
God, that makes me mad just now thinking back on it. On top of the constant bullying he received from the kids, the teachers had a hard time dealing with him (they did try, but it was tough when the kid comes out of left field with things and had zero home support), and everyone knew his mom didn't give a darn about him.
Wouldn't take him to doctors' appointments, wouldn't get him his meds, wouldn't do laundry for him or help him with basic hygiene. She ran a salon and told him to sit in the corner and not bother her. He would ask for things like water or a snack, and she would just yell at him in front of clients (which is why everyone knew all this).
To be honest, I was seriously afraid of him getting a gun and shooting up the school. My city was a hair's width away from being in the woods (lots of camo and country music), so it would have been not too hard for him to get a gun somehow. I was actually planning (based on his schedule) escape plans, and what I would say if I encountered him on a rampage.
One day, he knocks on my door. Tells me he's moving down south to live with his dad, and he seems really excited. Thanks me for being his friend, and wished me well. Then, a couple years later, he was visiting the area again, knocks on my door, and says hi, asks how I'm doing, tells me he was thinking about me.
He tells me things were much better, that he was happy living with his dad. If I were a betting man, I'd bet that his dad actually got him proper meds and acted like a half-decent parent to the kid. I hope things are going well for you, Josh. I hope that you got it together, because you always deserved better than pretty much everyone in town gave you.
87. This Was Amusing Up Until the Self-Mutilation
A girl in my school was super duper intelligent, in all the top sets, but would meow or woof at teachers instead of speak most of the time. She would go out of her way to tell everyone how incredibly gifted she was in a Patrick Bateman style. She then became obsessed with a friend of mine and carved her name into her arm.
Totally crazy.
88. Appealing to Their Inner Gentlemen
I was about 8 years old at the time. A group of boys at school gathered around me/formed a circle and started pushing me around. I was a reserved and shy kid, and this was surprisingly the tipping point for me. I started yelling at each of them and asked them if bullying a defenseless girl made them feel cool. They backed off. I saw one of the boys alone in one of the washrooms (unisex sink area) and for the first time, he said hi and walked off. I’ll never forget this day.
89. A Case of Misplaced Rage
Walking out of the library, someone kicked my wheelie pack, right where my laptop was. I spun around, there was my long-time bully standing next to my former best friend (still my friend at the time). I assumed it was the bully and had had enough of him. I punched him square in the nose as hard as I could, instantly causing a spray of blood.
He recoiled, but I wasn't finished. I tackled him to the ground and just whaled on this kid. He was probably six inches taller than me, but he was fairly skinny for his height. When I was done, he required stitches and had a broken nose. People knew he harassed me and vouched that he had it coming. I got away with it scot-free.
The next day my friend told me she had been trying to get my attention, but I didn't hear her call my name in my rage. Turns out, the bully didn't kick my pack at all. It had been her.
90. Catfishes Never End Happily
We had this girl in middle school who would purposely make up crazy lies for the sake of impressing her classmates. For instance, she once claimed that she was related to Nicki Minaj. The thing is, after a while, we all figured it was a load of bull, but silently we agreed to just nod our heads whenever she came to share another “jaw-dropping story.”
Well, turns out our tolerance created this illusion that her plan was working, and she must’ve felt as if she was getting the attention she craved, which worsened the situation. We were in seventh grade at the time, and she was crushing real bad on a dude who was a year older. Instead of walking up to him and trying to befriend the kid, she makes a whole fake Instagram account, which she used to DM him.
She set up a different name and surname, found a hot model with a relatively small following, and used her to catfish the guy. They began texting, which became a regular everyday occurrence. He’d send her good morning and goodnight selfies, and she took ages to reply because she was constantly searching for a fitting picture.
This fake girl was “supposedly” from a whole other state. They kept texting for several months, nobody knew except for me and a few other people from our class, but we weren’t spreading the story. To be honest, I wasn’t very interested anyway. Well, turned out the guy had booked plane tickets to go visit the nonexistent hot chick he’s been talking to non-stop.
He flew to a completely different state hoping to meet the love of his life in person. He had relatives there I’m pretty sure, so he stayed with them. He shared all this with the fake girl after landing. She had to confess and tell him about everything. The girl moved schools after that and her story spread like a wildfire. Not sure what went on with the guy.
91. Dethroned
One time, the dorky short pudgy kid at my school was being bullied by the really popular class jock. The dork lost it, rushed the jock, pulled his shirt over his head, and began beating him pretty good right in the stomach—hockey style. The jock actually transferred schools the next year. I’m not sure if it was because of this or what, but he suddenly wasn't so popular anymore after that incident.
92. Tall Tales From the East
His go-to excuse for not having homework finished was that he was "traveling" (even though he was at every class), and he never paid attention to anything but his fidget spinner unless he was talking. The way he spoke, he knew everything there was about creative writing, yet his submissions consisted of plots ripped off directly from anime.
This was in a college class.
93. Scab Eater
We had this one guy at our school who would scratch his face compulsively in our math specialist classes. His face looked like he had been mauled by a pack of feral cats every day and during tests, he would often scratch himself so hard he would bleed. Worst of all, he would also pick the scabs and eat proceed to eat them.
I just wanted to stick a cone of shame on him or just dump antibiotics on his face so it wouldn't get infected.
94. One Punch, Many Victims
There was this one girl at our school who wasn't a bully in the usual sense, she was just mean as heck. Me and the mean girl were on-and-off friends until seventh grade. Then, she just started hating me for god knows what. On KiK, she would tell me to off myself and keep harassing me. Nobody out of the three other people in the group chat did anything about it.
I finally had enough and with permission from my parents, I went to school, waited for her until she got comfortable at her table, and then I went up and punched her in the face. She said later on it didn't even hurt, but she was crying when it happened. I hid in the bathrooms for the rest of the morning period, then was suspended for three days.
The girl who was harassing me wasn't in trouble because I couldn't provide screenshots of her saying it in the group chat. When I came back to school, I got so many high-fives from other people that thought she was mean, and they were cool with what I did.
95. This One’s Rather Straightforward
Masturbating Wyatt. It's all in the name.
96. You’re Not the Cat’s Meow
My ex's younger sister was a pre-med student. Whenever we had family gatherings, she would monopolize the conversations, talking about her knowledge in chemistry and how she was going to become a surgeon one day. No one else could get a word in edgeways. One day, she brought her new boyfriend to a Christmas party. I guess she wanted to leave a good impression on him.
After having talked about herself for more than an hour, nonstop, she suddenly stopped and said, "I hate talking about myself. I'd rather listen to others." She then asked her boyfriend how he was doing in school, only to cut him off and start talking about herself for another hour. The whole experience I had at her house has actually affected me. I'm from a different country, and I grew up in a pretty strict family, so it was mind-boggling and shocking to witness such a spoiled and entitled person.
The last straw was when the cat my ex and I were taking care of was dying from kidney failure. We decided to stay with the cat for a few days before we put her to sleep. The night when the cat started breathing heavily and we decided to bring her to the 24/7 vet to euthanize her before her pain became too much, her sister came over to say goodbye. Immediately, she started monologuing about herself and bragging about her knowledge in medicine—right next to the suffering cat—for close to 30 minutes.
I almost blew my top in front of her family, but fortunately my ex cut her off and we rushed to our car. It was hell having to hear our cat screaming in pain while I was driving to the vet. Had we gotten to the vet sooner, she wouldn't have had to suffer that much. I honestly started to see her younger sister as a monster after that experience.
I know everyone has reasons for being narcissistic and her family gave her millions of excuses, but when I saw her how she was next to my cat dying, I refused to sympathize.
97. Ruining It for Everyone
During our state-mandated testing, a classmate snuck in vodka in a water bottle. She was sent home drunk, and my entire class was banned from having water bottles in class for the rest of the year.
98. Mommy’s Silent but Deadly
Seventh-grade science class. The bully said something about a quiet kid's mother. The quiet kid’s mom was dead. The quiet kid also apparently studied boxing. Who knew? "What did you say about my mom?" WHAM. “What did you say about my mom?” WHAM. Bully was so shocked he did nothing and took the two straight punches to his face.
I don't think the kid got in trouble, as it happened before the teacher came in.
99. A Piojos By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet
I remember going to junior high in this small hick town in Texas while I was on probation (that’s a long and irrelevant story, don’t ask!). We had a quiet kid who was actually really popular at our school, not bullied at all like many other quiet kids often tend to be. Anyway, I was new and had only been going to the school for about a month when this happened.
We had a substitute teacher for one of our classes. She was doing a quick roll call, and got to his name—"Piojos." She said, "That’s an interesting and beautiful name, what does it mean?" The kid responded "lice." There was dead silence and confused looks all around the room. This kid had been going to this school since kindergarten, as it was a small town, and had been around the same teachers and classmates for all those years.
In all that time, he had ALWAYS gone by Piojos, and none of them had ever realized that it was just his weird childhood nickname. Nobody had ever had a freaking clue what it meant, let alone that it wasn't his real name. Suddenly, all of his paperwork at the school had to be updated and everything to accommodate this new discovery. I thought it was all hilarious.
100. Mother Not-So-Dearest
A girl I used to be interested in since elementary school, we were really close friends. I’d even “work” for her dad when I was a kid, stuffing envelopes for him to send out to his clients, just basic stuff that he offered us 10 cents per envelope to be a nice guy. In high school, we drifted a little bit apart, and she started dating another friend of mine, who shortly after noped out of that relationship because she wanted him to make her pregnant.
Fast forward a couple of years after graduation: she did have children, who she then suffocated when they were three years old and 22 months old. Sentenced to over 40 years in jail. She was smart, pretty, and charming, and now she might never see the outside world again. Needless to say, she didn’t make it to the 10-year reunion.
101. Don’t Underestimate Her
I worked as a substitute teacher at a high school a long time ago, and I wound up getting the same girl in class multiple times over several years. Most notably, I subbed in for the school's AP Bio teacher for four months.
She clearly had problems at home, and maybe mental problems as well. Her clothes were always really ratty, and everything about her just screamed child neglect. She didn't seem to have any friends and she was hellishly awkward whenever you talked to her.
She was also one of those smart kids that wound up so bored with school that she just checked out completely at some point. By the time I got her in high school, she never did homework and rarely did in-class assignments, and she almost never paid any attention to the lesson at all. She did just enough work to pass, barely. She just sat in the back and read or drew in her sketchbooks. Often the books she was reading were things like college textbooks or books in various foreign languages, and it was always kind of interesting to see what she was reading. She was an astonishingly fast reader. She'd burn through reading assignments in five minutes that took the rest of the class almost an hour, and she'd understand them when the rest of the class was struggling.
Initially, I wrote her off as just being a slacker until I subbed for that AP Bio class. Every test I gave out, she'd get every question right, and her essay answers were absolutely flawless and often really interesting. The first time this shocked me, because again this was a student that never did ANY work and never paid attention at all.
And she blitzed through the test twice as fast as everyone else and got a perfect score when even the best and brightest students were struggling to get Bs. When the AP tests came around, she took several including some for subjects she didn't take the class for, and as far as I know, she got a 5 on all of them. I'm sure her ACT and SAT scores were equally amazing.
I don't know what made her so smart. She clearly had an amazing memory and was just... smarter than the average kid I guess. Or, smarter in some ways.
I've kept track of her on social media over the years. She never went to college and for a while, it looked like she was just going to burn out completely. It was pretty sad. But eventually, things turned around. She owns a company now and seems to be pretty damn successful.
102. Homework For Dinner
Woman I used to babysit for worked in a school as an assistant or something in Toronto, she always told this story about how the class rabbit would go home with a new kid each weekend. They kept trying to avoid giving one kid the bunny for the weekend because it was clear his home life wasn't the best. But they finally caved and let him take the rabbit home.
The parents killed the rabbit and ate it. They killed the class bunny and fried it up for dinner. They weren't even ashamed when they told the teacher what happened on Monday. Said they were out of groceries or something.
I wish I had more details, but I haven't seen this woman in a few years, so I only remember the basics of the story. This incident happened around 20 or more years ago so I'm not sure about the aftermath. I had almost completely forgotten about it until I saw this thread and was reminded of this. As far as I remember, the family was very clearly trashy and irresponsible and that's why the school didn't want that kid to take the animal for the weekend.
