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This one time in gym class this kid Mark was pissing me off. Mark was one of those semi-popular kids who was dumb as a rock and super annoying, at least to me. I didn't like him but I tried to avoid him mainly but he'd keep coming up to me when he'd see me and just...I don't know. Lean in(possibly with hand on shoulder) and repeat my name to me really exaggerated like, in a way you'd speak to a toddler "AYE EEEEH JAYYY" shit pissed me off.

One time in gym I was in the weight room talking to my friend, also named Mark, when he interrupted us three times to do this whole routine. I hated it, getting up in my space, the whole deal. After the third time I was fuming mad.

So when class was over I ran ahead, waited around a corner and when he came past I cracked him in the face. We scuffled for a little and then he told me to "whoa calm down, maaan" and that was that. I didn't get in trouble thankfully, he didn't give me a beat down, I want to think this shit stopped or just happened a lot less, but I can't remember. I...guess it worked? It's been a while.

This is the only time I've ever started a fight with anybody, but man I was soo mad. Fuck you mark!

Do you guys have any stories from high school? Doesn't have to be about fighting necessarily.

My one friend Steve would walk past the library and open up the book return and do a Sand People call from Star Wars(he was also in choir so this was excellent) then run off. Another time a senior must have let loose a rat on senior day where kids are pranking left and right, but they put it in the bathroom next to the biology labs, so the one teacher found it and took it in her room and was feeding it, studying it etc. Plain failed.

I feel kinda bad for bullying this fat kid in high school named Mark. He used to take dumps after 3rd period English and we all caught on to him leaving skiddys in the bowl, we started calling him skid mark

One of my high-school Biology teachers graded on a curve, which I destroyed.

Not only did I score about 100% on the normal class work, the teacher often handed out voluntary drawing assignments (of animals, plants, etc. of the particular topic we were covering) that could be turned in for the chance at extra credit, but only the student with the best drawing would get it. And I would almost always get it.

It was an easy class, but thanks to that curve, there was just one other A that quarter.

In grade 6, I went to the first basketball team practice. I was quite bad at the sport but I liked to go shoot hoops out in my driveway when my parents were arguing (frequently), and so by some miracle I was the only one in practice to score a free throw. After the tryout, I was bullied by the rest of the guys on the team and I went to cry in the bathroom for a bit and never joined a sports team ever again.

All of my middle school stories will kind of sound like this. I hated middle school so much guys.

When I was in grade 6 we had a one week long field trip to a camp for outdoor education. We stayed in cabins that housed about 10 people, and each cabin would have two parent or teacher supervisors.

One evening for dinner they served us pork and beans. Big mistake. That entire night I would wake up roughly every 15 minutes to rip the loudest 5+ second long fart and then immediately fall back asleep.

The supervisors were so pissed off about it because they couldn't get any sleep but they didn't know which one of us students was responsible for it. The others either chose not to rat me out or somehow slept through the thunderstorm I brewed.

DirtBasedSoap posted...

I feel kinda bad for bullying this fat kid in high school named Mark. He used to take dumps after 3rd period English and we all caught on to him leaving skiddys in the bowl, we started calling him skid mark

That poor guy lmao. When I was in high school this one guy in my gym class took the most putrid, rank shit in the change room toilet one day that I chose to abandon my regular clothes in there until after the next class.

Schmen and I got busted fucking in his car once. His parents were pissed, my mom was pissed, I don't know or care if my dad ever found out, and nobody else at school was surprised.

One of the vice principals was walking the lot, and she saw his head and then didn't and then did and then didn't and I guess there was only one assumption she could have made lol.

It's sort of funny now, but fuck I was embarrassed. I got called a slut more than a few times, which I mean... I only ever fucked one guy and we'd already been dating 2 years at the point but highschool girls can be dumb bitches.

One time I walked into the bathroom. My friend Scott saw me walk in, but he didnt know where I went. He assumed I was in the first stall, but I was in the third, so he went to the sink and flicked water on the person in the first stall.

It was one of those popular kids. He exits the stall and my friend is like scared shitless. What was meant for an annoying prank for me could have gotten so much worse. The kid looked at Scott and said "Do that to me again and I will fucking destroy you" or something similar. Walked away.

Our middle school had roughly one gas leak a year, so that was fun. Outside on the football bleachers in what felt like 90 degree weather, only to come in side and every water fountain blocked off(I guess so kids wouldn't fight over em).

when I was in 3rd grade someone bullied me so I threw a desk at him when he was going down some stairs

he died, but I didn't get jail so that's cool.

...that's a fake story, peeps

One time I wore the same Brooks shirt as the girl's phys-ed teacher.

We once received a vaccination at school; the injection was administered by compressed liquid rather than a needle. First and only time Ive ever seen such a thing

Senior year I made sure I had study hall as my last class, because you could leave early if you did. I did not drive to school so I sometimes just hung out at the playground across the street(community park) and ran back to catch the bus. I have some memories of sitting on swings listening to music.

I was also on the TV production crew one semester. There was a small studio where you'd record and produce the school announcements. I was anchor a few times. I was horrible at it(way too stiff and nervous) but i kinda liked being up there.

I was in math class once... and I farted. It wasn't a normal one it was genuinely bad like normally you enjoy your own smell. I did not enjoy that. It was silent and I just tried to keep my head down and act like I knew nothing. Some kid on the other side of the class starts freaking out. Everyone blames him for it, other kids are getting pissed at him like they want to fight him, and the teacher almost kicks him out of the class because he won't shut up and she is also likely blaming him. I just stayed silent the whole time to avoid anyone looking my direction.

Some kids had a fight afterschool and the entire 6th grade got detention because "we all knew about it but didn't say anything."

I think this was in either 9th or 10th grade, I had a friend who would bring an apple for lunch every day, fill it with random substances (milk, applesauce, soup, chili, etc.), then we would go to the stair well just outside the cafeteria and throw it against the wall above the stairs just so we could see it splatter and drip down onto the stairs. Did this for months and never got caught or in trouble.

The last time we did it, he brought a bottle of blue modeling paint. So we filled it with that and threw it against the wall. Paint splatter was there for the rest of the year, they didn't even try to paint over it until summer break.

Lokarin posted...

when I was in 3rd grade someone bullied me so I threw a desk at him when he was going down some stairs

he died, but I didn't get jail so that's cool.

...that's a fake story, peeps

In 5th grade I broke my collar bone, and some assholes were giving me shit, and kind of bump-checked me in the shoulder because they thought it was funny (and hey, what's the kid with the broken shoulder going to do, right?). The pain was so bad it shot me full of adrenaline, at which point I picked up a chair one-handed with my good arm and threatened to beat them to death with it. At which point they backed off really quick and I never really had a problem with them again.

In middle school I occasionally got picked on by a kid who was a grade or two ahead of me when we were on the bus. Usually I'd just ignore it because I wasn't really a confrontational person back then, but then one day he was harassing me a bit when I had a massive sinus headache and I just had throbbing head pain. So my patience was pretty much zero.

So when he started his shit, I basically turned to him and growled at him that if he didn't leave me the fuck alone in the next 10 seconds, I was going to jam both my thumbs into his eye sockets, and then repeatedly smash his head into the ground until his skull cracked open and brains started leaking out. Then I just turned away from him to face the bus window and started silently mouthing counting to 10.

He blustered a bit for the first few seconds, then tried to brush it off like he just bored with picking on me, and kind of turned away and just sort of pretended like he'd forgotten I was even there, but I'm pretty sure I'd scared him shitless, because he never spoke to me again after that.

I've been told by multiple people that I look kind of psychotic when I'm angry. That plus being 6'3" in middle school went a lot way to end bullying whenever I stood up to someone who was giving me shit. No one was ever entirely sure I wasn't just going to kill them or something.

PO is at minimum 6'3" we got eem now.

My friend Scott, mentioned above, one day brought his guitar to sing a song he wrote for a popular girl to ask her out. Now, I understand this is awkward, but ultimately I don't see the issue assuming somebody backs off when told no(which my friend did) but everybody has to go OMG DID U HEAR ABOUT WHAT SCOTT DID and it's like yeah i get it but this is only making the situation more awkward, but it's high school so what are you going to do? Ultimately I think the answer was no and that was that but you'd have thought the principal choked on a dang pretzel or something.

About the 9th grade was when I realized my unfortunate combination of strength and klutziness, and the lifelong struggle ahead of me to control both. So many things broken by pure accident, so many people injuring themselves by colliding with me, and so much frustration every single day no matter how much I tried to lay low.

A couple years later, I discovered I also needed to be careful about joking something was going to happen next. See, I had a friend at the time, since the 7th Grade, who would slug me on the arm every time she saw me. I joked since late 9th, early 10th, our high school--which was built mostly from brick and mortar and metal bars--would burn. One night, I was out Christmas shopping when I spotted her, and we chatted for a few minutes. She forgot to slug me. The day after that? The bathrooms on one side of the campus burst into flames. I wish I could say this would be the last time a joke like this, or even the first time, such a prediction would come true; it's the one that stuck out and made me realize I need to be more careful. lol

argonautweakend posted...

PO is at minimum 6'3" we got eem now.

I mean, I've said that quite a few times before. I'm exactly 6'3".

I've also pointed out I live in central NJ and I kind of look like this:

https://s.hdnux.com/photos/61/51/57/13016057/3/920x920.jpg


There's also at least a few people here who've seen actual pictures of me at some point. I think I posted a couple in the Geek topics back in the day for various reasons.

I'm not completely adverse to people knowing what I look like. I just find it way more amusing to post stuff like this when people ask what I look like:

https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/jadensadventures/images/6/6d/WOPR.jpg
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ6s7BArytM/Uvfiz1Z6qNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/gJyfVp8UmcM/s1600/mcp1.jpg
https://wallpaperset.com/w/full/3/4/5/404006.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/fa/dc/71fadcc74ffdda19dc4cb6a72eb34b21.jpg

i dunno why but i always pictured PO as a tall silent bob.

..not so fat tho.

Nade_Duck posted...

i dunno why but i always pictured PO as a tall silent bob.

..not so fat tho.

Speaking of middle/high school: There was this guy I used to go to school with who was mostly quiet, until you talked to him about subjects that interested him, then he would go on these long winded, rambling rants. He was tall, glasses, always wore a Tool shirt (probably owned like 20 or 30 of him) and despite the fact that he was way smarter than anyone else in school, he pretty much spent all of his teens and 20's in college. In fact even though he was 2 or 3 years older than me, he was still in some of my college classes because he just wanted to take the same classes over and over again to prove how smart he was.

I always imaged that was PO.

This story may be bullshit but I remember hearing the one asian kid a year below my grade got a perfect SAT score and when the kids went into the gym to collect their scores the SAT people gave him a standing ovation.

That sounds like bullshit but I don't know.

Nade_Duck posted...

i dunno why but i always pictured PO as a tall silent bob.

..not so fat tho.

This isn't entirely inaccurate.

Might have been even more accurate in college, when I wore a trenchcoat most of the time. Though I never wore hats. Still don't. Always hated hats. And I wasn't a stoner. But I usually had a close trimmed beard or goatee 99% of the time (still do).

And I was never really fat like he was, or had anything close to his build. In high school I was borderline gangly, and by college I was pretty athletic (running track, playing soccer, hockey, and volleyball from time-to-time). I've put on weight since then, but I'm not morbidly obese, I've just sort of got old man dad bod. Which kind of makes sense, all things considered. My build was probably closer to Jay's most of the time.

I also used to get "Oh, your sense of humor is just like Kevin Smith's, tee hee!" a lot when I first started hanging out online. But I mostly attribute that to the fact that he's got a very basic sarcastic New Jersey style sense of humor, and he grew up about 25 miles south of me and about 6 years before me. So there's a lot of cultural overlap in how we both see the world (or at least there used to be).

Though whenever anyone ever said "Hey, what celebrity do you most look like?", I'd always say this:

https://youtu.be/maEkyzX9oKE?t=2296

...even though I look slightly younger than he does. Even though he was almost the exact age in that (49) that I am now (47). I've got less grey hair and fewer wrinkles, anyway.

Hope that doesn't mean I'm going to get my head cut off by a Scotsman in a couple years, that would suck.



Dikitain posted...

Speaking of middle/high school: There was this guy I used to go to school with who was mostly quiet, until you talked to him about subjects that interested him, then he would go on these long winded, rambling rants. He was tall, glasses, always wore a Tool shirt (probably owned like 20 or 30 of him)

This isn't entirely far off from me in high school, either - though I was never into Tool. You'd be far more likely to see me wearing a Far Side shirt. Or something like one of these:

https://i5.walmartimages.com/seo/Don-t-Piss-Me-Off-T-Shirt-Black_3c2b7bff-5ef4-4668-8d92-f897baf58967_1.e73b0ea861b4745a9885b12f668f950a.jpeg

https://www.shirtminister.com/shop-images/you-are-here-milkyway/you-are-here-milkyway-t-shirt-schwarz-1.jpg

But most of the time I was just wearing plain black t-shirts or even black turtlenecks (depending on the weather), and usually had a jacket on over it. Which was either my varsity jacket, a black trenchcoat, or a black dress coat sort of like this one:

https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51XYJ8qCl-L._SL1024_.jpg

Still have all of those jackets, actually. I'm terrible at getting rid of old clothes (though I've been trying to purge a lot of stuff recently).



Dikitain posted...

despite the fact that he was way smarter than anyone else in school, he pretty much spent all of his teens and 20's in college. In fact even though he was 2 or 3 years older than me, he was still in some of my college classes because he just wanted to take the same classes over and over again to prove how smart he was.

This was never me, though.

I mostly half-assed my way through school. I coasted through high school, and in college I skipped classes all the time and mostly just wanted to get the hell out as quickly as possible. I really only took the classes I needed for my major, and then did the bare minimum to pass unless it was a class that specifically appealed to me (like my core major classes or my comp sci minor classes).

I never really cared if people thought I was smart as opposed to actually being smart. When I get lecture-y about stuff, it's less because I'm trying to convey "Look how much I know about stuff!" as much as because I've got a tendency towards pedagoguery because I like trying to make everyone else smarter. No matter how often they try and fight against me. Grrr!

I said this years ago, and it still sort of holds true (though less so now, because I'm more tired and jaded now) - on some level I basically just want to kind of incept knowledge into people. And then, after I'm dead and gone, there'll be dozens of people wandering around in the world who know stuff solely because I'm the one who shoved those facts into their brain.

But mostly I just like knowing things. I like reading about history and science and culture and generally learning stuff I didn't know before. I just find it satisfying.

acesxhigh posted...

In grade 6, I went to the first basketball team practice. I was quite bad at the sport but I liked to go shoot hoops out in my driveway when my parents were arguing (frequently), and so by some miracle I was the only one in practice to score a free throw. After the tryout, I was bullied by the rest of the guys on the team and I went to cry in the bathroom for a bit and never joined a sports team ever again.

All of my middle school stories will kind of sound like this. I hated middle school so much guys.

I was actually bullied until I started playing sports. Joining the football and being able to hit my bullies everyday in practice helped a lot.

So anyways my high-school served pizza hut and chic fil-a pizza was 2 bucks a slice. Anyways I had just handed the lunch lady my money when an announcement to evacuate and get on bases came over the intercom (bomb threat) and the lunch lady looks at me and says are gonna go? I replied are you gonna give me my pizza I paid for? (We had fake bomb threats yearly) she gave it to me and I proceed to run through the halls slice of pizza held up in the air screaming "WE GONNA DIE!!!"

They offered a 100 dollar reward for anyone who could tell them who did it's and some girl got suspended once they did find out who because she had been sitting next to him in class where he left the bomb threat note and she didn't snitch. Thing was she didn't know she was crying the whole bus ride home

I also ended up spending the night with the dude a couple years later his parents where making him sleep in the shed as punishment. Like they "kicked him out" but was still feeding him

I once put a squid in my friends locker.

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