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Spinless:
My reception class teacher had this obsession with making sure the colour pencils were meticulously arranged in the pencil pot so that each one was pointing straight up. She also sharpened them every morning until they were sharp like knives.*
One day, this kid, Jamie places his hand gently over the pot an everybody said he was brave. He dared my to do it, so I firmly placed my hand on the pot so the pencils were visibly pushing in. I was officially braver.
So this kid jamie slams his fist down on my hand and pencils stuck in it and I bled rather a lot and he got shouted at. I either got several plasters and went back to class, or I got several plasters and went home. I don't remember. He didn't really get 'punished' for it, he just got yelled at in his seat and told that it was wrong.
*You could toss them at a dartboard, they'd probably go right through it.
pen:
That's terrible!!! Kids used to pick on me a lot, but I never got REALLY hurt. Just a few hair pulls and pushes to the ground. I was the typical red-headed, freckled, pigtail braided, thick glasses, chunky kid. And my mother dressed me funny. As in, worse than other parents dressed their kids.... so bad... *shudder*
Spinless:
I have scars! Small ones, and the stories behind them aren't actually all that cruel, but still, they're there.
PacoSees:
So in sixth grade when we were all like, four feet tall, one of the teachers was of a "diminutive stature". So those of us that had developed out of the being nervous around girls phase started hitting on her.
Blah blah blah, she got engaged last month, blah blah blah, you're cute, but Paco's cuter, blah...
One time she brought her fiancé to the class. One kid started hitting on her again before heading out to recess. This guy grabs the teacher, and has a nice wet make-out with his woman in front of like, four kids that were still there.
Next week, we lost the hottest teacher ever.
Verergoca:
Oh man, games.
British Bulldog (no idea why it was called that, but that was its name) ment, run from one side of a field to the other, with a randomly chosen person in the middle. The goal, was to lift someone off the ground, who then had to help you catch the other people. Last person still running wins, and has to be the first-catcher for the next round.
Rushing through a group of people who are desperately trying to grab onto your body -> win.
It was also best played in a full contact/anything-that-doesnt-hurt-other-people-is-allowed fashion :D
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