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Edited by Suppressing Fire: 7/25/2016 4:46:33 AMIn 4th grade, I was playing tag on the playground, and I was running down this staircase and jumped onto one of those double-sided slides, well unbenounced to me I landed right on the divider and rolled down it, and bashed my jaw against this 90° angle on the edge of it, which knocked out my two front teeth (which were permanent), and the impact of the hit was powerful enough that I got brain damage from it. When I'm typing something I'm ok, but when I speak in a conversation I tend to struggle hard to think of words and I frequently mix up the wording of my sentences, example: "Hey, I just game this new got, you should check it out!" And right after that, I acquired a tick of sorts where I would literally have this uncontrollable bite. I couldn't do anything about it; my brain just thought it was right. After that, people started calling me names like "Chomper," and "Alligator," and it really bothered me. Not to mention the only people doing such were the overprivaliged asshats of the school, and I had a great group of friends who had my back. Its 7th grade now, and I haven't stopped yet, so my dad tried signing me up for therapy. After about 4 months of that it got noticably better, and I stopped biting, but people still teased me. Luckily enough I moved and put that behind me. TLDR: I ended up with 2 fake teeth, a root canal, stress therapy, and I can barely say a sentence correctly so I have to speak really slowly and think about what I'm saying.
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Sophomore year. I went to the bathroom to take a crap. Took the middle stall because it was the least disgusting. I was just taking a crap minding my own business. Another guy walks in takes the stall on my right. Another guy comes in a little latter takes the stall on my left. Guy on right starts masturbating. Im in shock. I mean I've masturbated in the school bathroom befor but never with other people in the room. Then the guy on the left starts up. It was -blam!-ing syncopated. 1 2 1 2 1 2 Im sitting in the middle a cigar halfway out my ass with to guys masturbating in 1/2 time. -blam!- high school.
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I Once Walked the whole way from Gym Class to the Smoking Area with my dick hanging out of my fly
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I ripped my pants in gym class
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A friend passed away. He got in a lot of shit with other people but he was never the type of person to ever back down. Even though a lot of people didn't like him they had respect for him just because he wasn't fearless. The day it was announced he passed away there was nothing but sadness in the halls. Rest in paradise my friend.
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>be me >Homeschooled >No bad memories >t(•-•t )
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Edited by The Cellar Door: 7/19/2016 3:39:23 AMSchool has been great for me most of my life tbh. But I see a lot of teens here expressing feelings of angst, many with concerns about bully's. Here's a new idea for you guys: how about instead of being so pretentious and thinking that you're better than everyone else by forcing yourself to be counter culture, why don't you try to socialize? I know many of you play a lot of video games, you listen to music filled with negativity, you don't go to parties, you hate the popular kids, etc. You really think it's a coincidence that you get bullied? Or maybe you feel as though you're being bullied, when you're actually just being outcasted, [i]by your own actions[/i]. I'm not saying that you have to start conforming to something everyone else does, but at least give everything a chance before you cast it off because it's popular. Just a word of advice from someone who had/is having a kick ass time in school. My worst memory is probably when I got alcohol poisoning at a pep-rally. Definitely don't recommend it, however in the end, the experience was beneficial to me. My father always said, "sometimes you need to leave where you are to find out where you need to be." Due of the consequences of my actions, I was able to reevaluate and refocus myself, and now I'm going to school for something I absolutely love. I might not have made it here if that hadn't of happened. Another word of advice: Very often a self-made success will feature times which the failures in life would have called it quits. All of these bad things you guys are talking about, try to build from them, instead of solidifying them as something you would of been better off without.
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Edited by Panda312: 7/25/2016 5:20:13 AM5th grade -playing tag on playset -boy pushes me down stairs of playset -me and my friend go to principles office (friend had nothing to do with this) -I say boy pushed me -she threatens me by saying that they have sucurity cameras everywhere and I could get suspended for lying -I say I didn't do it again -she still doesn't believe me -calls me and my friends parents that we are in trouble -says that we will have to eat lunch the next day in the School counselors office with the boy that pushed me so we could become "friends" The school is never on my side
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First day of public middle school, I came from private, I sat at a table with many black people and was told to get out you racist cracker. Rude awakening. I'm friends with them to this day, so all good :)
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English presentations [spoiler]I have anxiety... :([/spoiler]
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In grade 6 some girl stabbed me with a pencil
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Caught a teacher gettin head in his car from another teacher when i left after school tutoring.... -cringe-
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Don't really have any. Closest thing was probably when this crazy girl stalked me.
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Edited by BlackMormon: 7/25/2016 4:27:17 AMAt one point I went to a Pentecostal school. Church every Friday. Like a damn lunatic show. They also considered my drawings demonic, never saw alien apparently. Btw. Don't shove a mic in the atheists face and ask if he accepts Jesus. What did they expect?
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Edited by Castration Cabin: 7/22/2016 8:20:50 AM8th grade... Got rejected three times by the same girl over the course of the entire year. [spoiler]Never technically asked her out, people always told her and she rejected me before I could ask. My friends suck.[/spoiler] She liked one of my best friends so I got them together so she could be happy, even though it made me so sad. Gave her a big, meaningful birthday present to her just to be nice. She rejected me to the formal cuz she said she was going with her friends. Says yes to some guy I absolutely hate. I'm still holding on (gonna be a freshman). And it's not like she's a jerk or anything, she's one of the nicest people you'd ever meet. We're good friends, she just doesn't have any feelings for me. [spoiler]I've still got that drawing that she gave me hung on the wall next to my bed[/spoiler]
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I was bullied for years. The moment I decked the -blam!-ers, I get suspended.
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Had an infected thingy on my writing hand burst all over my Biology test last year. It meant I had to wrap tissue round my thumb (and write with it simultaneously) to soak up the blood and pus, whilst also in tons of pain. Still surprised that I got over 65% on that one.
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Jizzing my pants in class
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Being the person to put the American flag up for our elementary school in the fifth grade. One day it started raining out of nowhere and it started raining pretty hard so me and another girl took the flags down, the thing is the flags were situated pretty close to a nearby building and the wind was building up. I accidentally let go of the rope and the flag got stuck on the roof of the building. Queue "oh I -blam!-ed up" face. It was the American flag to and I had to awkwardly walk back into my classroom wet as -blam!- and behind me I saw the flag get ripped down from the building as I was preparing to leave the class to change. TLDR: I destroyed the American flag in front of my peers in 5th grade
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http://m.imgur.com/3FMvmwF?r
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8th grade was my best and worst year probably
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Besides the whole damn thing itself (probably wouldn't have been half as bad if school started around noon) it had to be that one time in the girls bathroom. (Got so many "worst moments" but this is still on #1). Me and my really good friend went to the girls bathroom (we always went together for some odd reason, whether the other had to go or not) because I had to go. All the stalls were taken except for one so I took that one. After I was done and unlocked the door I noticed the door was clamping. I couldn't open it for the life of me so of course I started to panic. After a few minutes I decided to just sit on the toilet and kick both my feet on the door and it slammed open, in my friends face... Who on her turn fell against the sinks. At first I thought it was funny and laughed and laughed... And laughed a little more... Not realizing my friend was injured. After a good few minutes I noticed she was bleeding and went for help. Long story short: That was the day i lost my first friend i had since elementary school. She hated me after that day and avoided me for the rest of that year and the years after. Never knew exactly why.
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There was this white kid in my class that never seemed to speak to anyone in there. One day he was sitting in class wearing a black trench coat. During reading time, he yelled, "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH," and flung his backpack open. I ran home.
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Having to spend two years in a row where a majority of the other people were drama induced wastes of time. While being one of the few who didn't really wish to be involved with that petty shit.
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Was when I was bullied through 6th to 8th grade almost killed myself (I did attempt it like 12 times but then thought that that was stupid to do so) because of those 3 years of hell but it actually became better my friend got tired of me consistently getting bullied he was the cool tough guy to stand up for others (he came from an abused family but then left his family for another one that took care of him so good for him c: ) and so after he got tired on the last day he went up to that bitch and damn I have never seen someone so bloodied from getting that beating to the face and damn I was so happy because of that I stopped being emo and moved on to my life I never saw him he left school and moved somewhere else but I don't care about him anymore
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5th grade I was bullied in a very severe manner. Led to me almost killing myself towards the end, but I couldn't bear the thought of my parents' grief so I put the knife away, and now I'm as happy as I've ever been. I'm glad that I chose not to do it, because I know my life is worth fighting for.