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Schoolyard Stories
Eris:
--- Quote from: Hunter on 09 Jan 2008, 12:38 ---Last month, my friend slammed a kids head against a desk, stood up and walked to the office.
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That reminds me of a story my brother liked to tell about when he was in Year 12.
He was in his Ancient History class (that teacher was pretty cool; she'd give out lollypops in class so that we would all shut up) and one of the guys there would always make rude jokes and would get sent out. One morning he was late to class, so he burst into the room, pointed out the window and declared:
"What's that white thing hanging in the sky?
It's the Coming of The Lord!"
Then bolted out of the room and down the hallway while the teacher started off after him.
jodizzle:
Man, I don't know where you guys went to school, but it was way more interesting than my primary school.
One of the only things I can remember is that when i was in preschool I was on the swings and the other kids wanted to twist the chain around so I would spin. you know the thing. I didn't want to but they did it anyway! When they let go a swung around and my head smashed the pole of the swingset! I had the best black eye. Apparently I didn't cry? I was probably too concussed.
My best friend and I have a list of silly stories about our primary school days, but very few of them have anything to do with school at all. For example: one time I was playing basketball with my brother when I said "Hey Paul, Bert died! Wanna see?". While he pondered what this could mean I exhumed our dead budgie from its little grave in the backyard and ran around with it to my brother making airplane noises. Also fighter jet noises. My reasoning behind this was because he had been away when said budgiie died.
sean:
Oh, school stories!
Back in seventh grade, I had the nastiest homeroom/english teacher. I don't even remember what she did, but one morning, she pissed me off beyond belief. So in the next period, which was science, I spent pounting about it and eventually decided to write an angry message on a piece of paper. It read "Mrs. White (not her name) is a piece of shit." This made me feel a whole lot better for some reason and I placed it in my backpack when the bell rang.
Or so I thought.
I actually, by some misfortune, I left that sheet of paper under my table and my science teacher found it after class. He confronted me about it later that day and I wound up with a week of detention.
It was amazing.
kelseyleigh:
My dad moved us up to Canada when I was 10, and we were far behind on our French lessons, so my parents arranged one of the French teachers to sit with me and my brother after school and catch us up. We were sitting in the portable waiting for her to arrive one afternoon and I was leaning back in my chair when I guess the back legs of the chairs slipped or something and swung to just being on the front legs, wedging my head inbetween the desk and the chair. I was literally stuck. I couldn't move. My brother just laughed. When our teacher came in, she freed me, and I had this huge bruise right in the middle of my forehead. I was crying and we were sent home. That damn bump stayed on my forehead for years after. Years.
Also, in my two years of going to two different schools in Canada, I was never in an actual classroom. It was always portables. I felt so gypped.
When I was in third grade, a girl in fifth grade broke her tailbone by falling off of the monkeybars. I did not understand this for a while and a lot of us just thought she broke her butt.
In second grade, we were in gym class and my friend ran full speed into the wall and broke her finger. The same year, a neighbor sat on a different friend's arm and broke it.
PacoSees:
What are these "portables" you keep mentioning?
I broke a kid's nose once for making some comment about my sister in 5th grade. For all I know he could have said "She's wearing a plaid skirt," but I was (am) and irrationally angry guy.
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