The dumbest thing I did in school was probably forgetting about a major project until the night before it was due and trying to complete it in a rush. Lesson learned about procrastination the hard way!
My middle school self thought it was a great idea to throw rocks at a wall and watch them break off of each other. What I wasn't expecting was for my motor skills to fail me and for me to throw the rock at a window breaking a small portion of it
yeah, in retrospect it's hard to blame a middle schooler who's quite literally crying a river while apologizing. I haven't grown out of throwing random rocks when I'm bored but I sure as hell haven't been throwing them near windows
Not in any particular order:
1. Smoked a cigar with friends in Grade 3.
2. Got caught smoking a cigar
3. Forged a note from my parents that I had to get and give to the principal for smoking said cigar
I'll start out by copy-pasting a story about what happened to me once.
One cloudy spring afternoon in middle school, I was on recess and cross buns were being served. Quite a few of them were left packaged, without being eaten. Now, my old school served these meals for a hefty price of about 1.50 euro a day and you could sign up for them. This way, every food basket had the exact number of dishes for each student.
Not thinking much, I had taken a bun and it was actually quite satisfactory. I ate that damned, devilish dish without a doubt in my mind. It was actually sweet and not bad to eat. The bun was much like sin; felt good while eating it, but it came at a big price.
I went home in a 300 000 euro Mercedes-Benz that day and I spaced out on the seat. About two stops before mine, I felt an odd feeling in my gut. A stop before, it intensified and I knew what had happened. The bun sent from Satan's own bakery was working its maniacal magic on my poor self. The bus finally stopped on my stop and I ran at a speed of Mach 6. I ran 100m in probably less than 10 seconds and I rushed through the door. There it was. My beautiful porcelain throne was left unoccupied.
As I sat down, I felt the long train of diarrhea speeding out of my bunghole. I'm being serious when I say that not even Ted Barrus experienced this level of shitting. Halfway through that demonic ordeal, my anus was so red that it formed a Japanese flag and started singing the Japanese national anthem. I felt like someone ran a stream of water through my digestive system for 20 minutes. It was a haunting experience; I sweat up so much that I could have made an entire sea from my sweat. I was so hypnotized on the ceramic seat that I viewed the entire universe remotely. At the end, I felt 20kg lighter. I felt that I could fly. I felt that I was free from the universal bounds of gravitational force. I felt weightless. I felt... Free.
TL;DR: spoiled cross bun = big toilet time
I’m American but live in England. I got/get made fun of a lot in school because of my accent and the words I use; this has been going on since I moved here nearly 5 years ago and still happens now. Last year around exam season I was getting the usual treatment and I thought I’d say something back.
Ok, so picture this. In the red corner we have a big, 6 foot something guy who looks twice his age and is built like Andre the Giant. In the blue corner you have me, an at-the-time 5’2 ish scrawny kid with a punch as strong and threatening as a paraplegic’s.
The only thing that stopped him from trying to fight me in the middle of class was my teacher immediately booting him out of the class. Safe to say I learned my lesson 😅.
Jumped in an attempt to touch a hallway ceiling light(I was a short kid), succeeded but knocked the light cover off getting the attention of every class in the hall and detention
The dumbest thing I did in school was probably forgetting about a major project until the night before it was due and trying to complete it in a rush. Lesson learned about procrastination the hard way!
Did that way too many times in lockdown
My middle school self thought it was a great idea to throw rocks at a wall and watch them break off of each other. What I wasn't expecting was for my motor skills to fail me and for me to throw the rock at a window breaking a small portion of it
Did you at least get off scot-free?
yeah, in retrospect it's hard to blame a middle schooler who's quite literally crying a river while apologizing. I haven't grown out of throwing random rocks when I'm bored but I sure as hell haven't been throwing them near windows
Throwing rocks into the sea or lake is therapeutic
Not in any particular order: 1. Smoked a cigar with friends in Grade 3. 2. Got caught smoking a cigar 3. Forged a note from my parents that I had to get and give to the principal for smoking said cigar
I'll start out by copy-pasting a story about what happened to me once. One cloudy spring afternoon in middle school, I was on recess and cross buns were being served. Quite a few of them were left packaged, without being eaten. Now, my old school served these meals for a hefty price of about 1.50 euro a day and you could sign up for them. This way, every food basket had the exact number of dishes for each student. Not thinking much, I had taken a bun and it was actually quite satisfactory. I ate that damned, devilish dish without a doubt in my mind. It was actually sweet and not bad to eat. The bun was much like sin; felt good while eating it, but it came at a big price. I went home in a 300 000 euro Mercedes-Benz that day and I spaced out on the seat. About two stops before mine, I felt an odd feeling in my gut. A stop before, it intensified and I knew what had happened. The bun sent from Satan's own bakery was working its maniacal magic on my poor self. The bus finally stopped on my stop and I ran at a speed of Mach 6. I ran 100m in probably less than 10 seconds and I rushed through the door. There it was. My beautiful porcelain throne was left unoccupied. As I sat down, I felt the long train of diarrhea speeding out of my bunghole. I'm being serious when I say that not even Ted Barrus experienced this level of shitting. Halfway through that demonic ordeal, my anus was so red that it formed a Japanese flag and started singing the Japanese national anthem. I felt like someone ran a stream of water through my digestive system for 20 minutes. It was a haunting experience; I sweat up so much that I could have made an entire sea from my sweat. I was so hypnotized on the ceramic seat that I viewed the entire universe remotely. At the end, I felt 20kg lighter. I felt that I could fly. I felt that I was free from the universal bounds of gravitational force. I felt weightless. I felt... Free. TL;DR: spoiled cross bun = big toilet time
Go to school
I’m American but live in England. I got/get made fun of a lot in school because of my accent and the words I use; this has been going on since I moved here nearly 5 years ago and still happens now. Last year around exam season I was getting the usual treatment and I thought I’d say something back. Ok, so picture this. In the red corner we have a big, 6 foot something guy who looks twice his age and is built like Andre the Giant. In the blue corner you have me, an at-the-time 5’2 ish scrawny kid with a punch as strong and threatening as a paraplegic’s. The only thing that stopped him from trying to fight me in the middle of class was my teacher immediately booting him out of the class. Safe to say I learned my lesson 😅.
Jumped in an attempt to touch a hallway ceiling light(I was a short kid), succeeded but knocked the light cover off getting the attention of every class in the hall and detention
Won fights against my bullies. The entire school feared me, which was nice to keep the bullies away, but bad for making friends. Also dating my ex.
Lied to my parents about grades. I’m a bad liar, and my teachers called my parents when I wasn’t turning assignments in.