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Boro_Bandito:
I only recently stopped going to counseling for my issues with my senior year of high school, and even when I was going to school elswhere I was frequently the butt of jokes, dorky, and an all around loser. this is why I found the internets, I don't look back over my time in school very often.

Emaline:
When I was a senior in high school, I didn't eat meat. This got brought up in one of my classes, and the boy who sat in front of me turned around, and stated that he'd like to give me a "hot beef injection." It wasn't the first time he had ever said something like that to me. He pretty much grossly hit on all the girls all the time. I can't think of one good memory I have of the kid.


Anyway, he died the other day. Drunkenly crashed his 2003 Mercedes Benz into a tree. The nice, sympathetic part of me is kinda sad about the whole thing, but the mean, cynical part of me is not surprised at all.

Boro_Bandito:
Yeah, a guy that sat next to me in one of my classes died during senior year, and since I didn't know anybody I had no idea what was happening and I didn't find out for like a week, when I asked another kid where he was since I figured he was just absent. God that was the most awkward situation ever.

dr.sangaygupta:
In sixth grade, I got to enjoy watching one of the most spectacular fights of  my pubesent life. This kid, whose name was Chase, was an absolute douche. Biggest ego I have ever seen. But in reality he really wasn't as big a bad ass as he wanted to be (we played hockey together, and ofthen times he'd cry after getting checked. I was half his size and getting my ass kicked plenty by the same guys, but I digress). Often times we would wander around and hang out, but he would always stop by and pick on this kid who was, well lets say he was a tad bit slow. after about a month of the torment this poor kid got he finally snapped. Chase walked around the corner of the building and recieved an upper-cut to the chin. Chase gets up (with tears in his eyes) and attempts to throw a punch, but the slow fellowbegins to wail on him. about 3 minutes later, a teacher finds a small crowd of kids that began to encircle us and broke up the fight.

to this day, Chase still gets made fun of for "being beaten up by the retard".

Emaline:
My junior year of high school, I didn't have many friends. Most of my friends didn't attend the same school as me, so lunch was always kind of a pain. I never had anywhere to sit. However, my boyfriend had a few friends who attended my school as well. One of his friends invited me to sit at the table with her, so on days when I wasn't hiding in the printmaking or photography room, I sat at her table.

One day, I'm just sitting there, headphones on, reading a book, and I just happen to look up, and I see this girl come up to the table, grab the back of my boyfriend's friend's head, and slam it into the table. Before even getting up, the friend grabs the other girl's hair, and pulls her down. Pretty soon they are both fighting like hell. The girl's shirt gets ripped, and the friend's face gets fairly bloody. When the administrators, and security guards come to break up the fight, one of them manages to get hit, another manages to get blood on one of their shirts.

After lunch, I go to chemistry, where I have class with the girl who started the fight. She comes in, with a new shirt, saying all this shit about how she won the fight and all this crap. I tell everybody at my table what actually happened. Eventually, the whole class is pretty much giggling at her, and she gets called to the office.


Neither girls got suspended. They both got ISS, though.


The girl who started the fight later disappeared for a moth or so because she ran away from home. She then disappeared again because they found something wrong with her brain. When she came back she started talking about how she wasn't going to take her medicine anymore. Then she got pregnant and disappeared forever.

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