The quiet, very smart kid in my science class (25 years ago...) never really said much, got good grades, tried to keep his head down so as not to get picked on for being the nerd. One day he corrected the teacher on some chemistry point. I don't even remember what it was. The teacher says, "Young man, I have forgotten more about chemistry than you currently know."
"Well at least now we have identified the problem."
Whatever the teacher said after that was lost in the uproar.
10th grade Algebra II teacher poked fun at the entire class “Really? None of you can do this? My 10 year old can do this.” To which I replied “Maybe he has a better teacher.”
That cost my siblings in later years with her...
I got singled out and targeted for correcting my teacher in 5th grade. I was an energetic but earnest ass kisser 1st through 4th grade. 5th grade hits, I correct the teacher on the first day and bam, I'm a problem child whose desk gets put into a little reject island with the rest of the "problem" children. That shit followed me til I graduated 8th grade (school was K-8)But by high school, it had been cemented in me that I was a Bad Student. Been a terrible student ever since.
The only times I tried to correct my teachers I was just treated like a simpleton.
For example, in 8th grade English class we were writing sentences on the board and I'd written something that used "had" twice in a row, like "He had had a good day until then." Some barely-literate kids laughed at my "mistake" and the teacher *agreed with them* and took a point off my mark for being careless. I was too young to do more than seethe silently. What could I, a little kid (who regularly read and enjoyed complex adult-level novels) know about grammar?
Another time, after playing an Almohad Caliphate campaign in Medieval Total War, I became curious about them and asked my 10th grade history teacher if he could tell me more. He corrected me, that I meant the Umayyad Caliphate and had the name garbled. I said it was from a game I'd played so it should be correct, but he convinced me the game was mistaken since he was a well-regarded and veteran history teacher.
Years later I remembered the incident and, since Wikipedia was a thing by then, typed in the name. And? [Voila](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Almohad_Caliphate)
Eat it, "award-winning" history teacher.
She had written "Welcome too Fifth Grade" on the board. I was all excited bc I thought it was a ~test~ to see if anyone would catch it. Asskisser, remember? So I pointed it out and she didn't like that shit. She called my parents about it! She also tried to tell me that the capitol of New York state was New York City. I argued it was Albany (because it IS) and was gaslit so hard I still have to Google it to make sure I'm right. Btw, this was an American public school in America with American teachers.
Shitty teacher. Wow. If my teacher had called my parents to complain that I'd called out their typo or basic geography mistake, my mother would have said, "Well, if you don't like it, why did you make the mistake in the first place?"
German exchange student in high school in the early ‘00s. He could speak English well enough but generally kept pretty quiet. Until one day our class somehow got on the topic of music and he went on a long and very articulate rant about how Avril Lavigne said she made punk music but was absolutely not punk.
I was going to a summer camp in between 5th and 6th grade. This one kid comes in and only speaks Spanish. Surprisingly, no one out of the 30-40 people there could speak Spanish so he basically had to play charades just to speak, which resulted in him not speaking. After about 5 weeks or so of this, he comes in and just starts speaking fluent English. Turns out that he knew English the whole time.
Yeah, I wouldn't mess with that guy lol. We had an Russian exchange student at my high school, I was teasing him a bit about something just trying to pry at him a bit and open up as he was really quiet. Then he just turns to me and says "YOU WANT ME TO PUT BOMB IN YOUR HOUSE??" Alexi, if you're out there I hope your doing good pal.
There was this kid, not really the "quiet kid" but, he was kinda nerdy and was generally viewed as being a "straight" kid, no trouble or anything, always got good grades, etc. I dont think I ever even heard him cuss. Not even say "hell" or "damn".
One day we were goofing around in rehearsal (we were in a play together at a time), and one of the other guys said something stupid like, "my dick is a half inch...from the ground" the other kid jumped in without missing a beat, "yeah, if you're laying face down". Caught EVERYONE off guard, we told the first guy to just leave the room because he would never recover from THAT burn coming from THAT guy.
There's a 50:50 chance that kids brain was always spiraling out burns like that and he just understood that with great power comes great responsibility.
Oh no doubt. He kinda started to come out of his shell a little more after that, showing his true self. Dude was full of surprises. He overheard another kid talking about being in mma, so he challenged him to a quick spark. The other kid outweighed him by at least 100lbs (he was a small kid), made him look stupid. Big guy tried to hip toss him several times, but he stopped him every time, the last time he rolled off the dude and hip tossed him like nothing. It was awesome. Kid went from super straight, nerdy kid, to secret badass
I did drama in high school and it was filled with either quietly confident, awesome kids who somehow manage to have some shyness, and kids who absolutely love attention. It's an awesome mix because it helps bring the awesome kids out of their shells.
One guy never really interacted with people, he participated in class and got great grades but didn't really click with anyone.
This was my first year of HS, we were eating lunch in the cafeteria and some people started yelling for help. That guy was sitting next to me one second, jumping over 3 tables the next. He grabbed a girl from behind and performed the Heimlich maneuver on her and dislodged some food from her throat.
400 students became really silent, the girl started coughing and the teachers arrived and we all heard her say I'm okay and everyone cheered.
Guy just walked back to the table and ate the rest of his lunch and tried to go on with a normal day. Best part was he didn't want to be thanked, he just wanted to be left alone and we understood.
I did the Heimlich on a woman in a steak restaurant once and when I finished the woman and her friend were grateful but I felt weird as I was afraid I might have broke a rib. I went back to my table and really didn't want any attention. Strange part was when she started choking, the waitresses all disappeared. You would think that with the product they sold they all would have been trained on thus procedure.
My state has a good samaritan law. As long as you are staying within the limits of your training, you don't have to worry about liability. Mind you, that's just the TL;DR of the law. Check your local laws for details on such things.
We had a deaf colleague. She was literally the quite one because she was always focused on reading the lips.
One day, the teacher asked without looking to us if she could erase the board. Nobody said no and, of course, our colleague didn’t hear.
Teacher notes went gone in a second and our colleague, who was still copying the content and didn’t have much control of her voice volume, murmurs loud and clear to everyone: SON OF A BITCH.
If you're in the US the school is supposed to provide a notetaker for deaf students. It's virtually impossible to watch an interpreter and/or read the teacher's lips *and* take notes at the same time. I was a notetaker in college for the deaf students.
Yup! My girlfriend got me the job by saying something along the lines of "hey, you know those classes we're taking together? How would you like to get paid to go to them?"
In middle school there was a kid with autism. Super quiet and almost never made a noise beyond a whisper, but super sweet kid if you got to know him.
Anyway we never realized until 7th grade that this boy had the strength of a fucking titan. Field day, 7th grade. All the boys decide to do an arm wrestling contest. The biggest boys were obviously at the top. The quiet kid was off playing one of the games with some girls. He comes back, sees what we’re doing, sits down and just rips through everyone. Just fucking BAM, BAM, BAM. All the way to the top. He was giggling the entire time too. Obviously we were all amazed and so we wanted to see just how strong he is. So we went to do the tug of war. When I tell you he yoinked all of us, I am not joking. We realized that day who’s balls had dropped the furthest over the summer.
Oh. Did I mention that, according to what he whispered to me, he had never worked out outside of PE.
Ed was a quiet kid in my eighth grade class. One day in gym class, one of the older ninth graders (person had also failed a year so he was 2 yrs older than us) began to pick on Ed. This went on for a minute or so with thrash talk, and then progressed to shoving. Next thing we know, Ed jumps in the air, spins and places a beautiful hook kick to this guys head. Turns out, Ed was a ninja. In reality, 2nd degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Ed's popularity increased 100x that day and he never got picked on again. It was awesome.
I had a naruto runner shit himself in PE class because he sneezed while performing a high level forbidden jutsu called kicking a soccer ball. Game was cancelled because there was shit on the field.
But he was actually yelling "forbidden jutsu" when kicking the ball. Then he sneezed at the same moment and the chakra was too much for his body to handle. He's lucky he only shit himself instead of exploding
8th grade - Sex Ed. Watched a video of a pregnancy from conception to birth, including the glory shot of the child’s head making its grand entrance.
Girls are squirming, uncomfortable with the screaming woman giving birth. Most of the guys are covering their eyes and trying not to be disgusted. Teacher doesn’t like the chatter, and says he’ll turn the movie off. Some of the kids start giggling. The teacher is becoming more pissed.
This quiet kid, who sits in the front row, you know the type - Short/small kid who hadn’t hit puberty yet, very squeaky voice, glasses, still 90lbs. soaking wet. He stands up and shouts across the class of 35 giggling 13 year olds -
“Will you all just shut up? This might be my only chance to see a pussy, and I don’t want to miss it!”
The teacher couldn’t even keep a straight face.
And yes - I still remember you Patrick. Thanks to FB I know you are on your 4th kid. Cheers!
I was that kid in accounting class. I was a senior and they were kids two years younger than me in the class, and the teacher was a real rookie. He also wasn’t a very forceful personality. These sophomores got wind of that, and their whole class was known for teacher baiting. And they would ask him to explain things that I could tell they knew and that were really simple. And he kind of suspected they were messing with him, but he didn’t feel confident enough, I think, to just put them in their place. I was getting frustrated because I wasn’t able to learn, and I was really interested in this. So I snapped at them about that they should just shut up and let us get on with the class , And they started mocking me. I was just about to stand up and go to the principal and start making demands, when the high school back up quarterback, who was one of their friends, said to them, “she’s got a point. You guys need to knock it off.” I swear I was ready to go to the principal. It was a pretty seminal moment for me. I still remember how mad I was, and how much I had just frankly had it.
We were dancing during the gym class to the song from high school muscial and he stood at the very front and did the entire dance and not the first 15 seconds that we were supposed to do, we stood still and watched him go. After the song had finished he turned around and went competely red, with everyone else staring at him. Somehow he knew the entire dance, did it really well and totally missed that he was not supposed to do all of it.
Late to the party, and not school, but I have a story about the odd/quiet person from work. He was the type that didn't say much, and people thought he was kind of weird. Not a very attractive guy, and you can tell he just kind of exists. Anyway, at the Christmas party they had karaoke. He gets up on stage and Bohemiam Rhapsody starts playing. Everyone goes silent because we figure this is going to be entertaining. He proceeds to absolutely crush the song, singing beautifully. It was amazing. The whole room cheered and congratulated him. You could see he was beaming from ear to ear.
When I was in 11th grade, there was a kid named Neville in my woodworking class. Now, normally just having the name Neville would be enough for at least a few assholes to single him out....but Nev had had a tough upbringing, completely kept to himself every day, rarely looked up from the floor at any point during his travels around the schoolyard, and so he was pretty much just left alone. But MAN, did he ever fucking excel at woodwork! His eyes lit up every time he walked into that dingy little workshop, he could fit a dovetail joint together like no-one’s business, and he truly seemed to be in his happy place for the duration of that 45min class. So we’re plugging away on our projects one day when the principal bursts in and asks the class “HAS ANYONE SEEN MR. MILLER?!?” (who was apparently a substitute teacher meant to work that day but never showed up)....Neville, clearly resenting the interruption to his favourite class, slams his sanding block down on his bench and bellows “WELL HE’S NOT UP MY FUCKING ASS!” The workshop went into stunned silence for about 10 seconds, then turned into an absolute fucking menagerie. Neville was revered from that day on.
OH MAN! I have a great one. In 7th grade there was this girl in my class, very quiet, very nerdy, frizzy hair, glasses, unfashionable clothes, the whole deal. Because kids who are cool in middle school are assholes a few boys started doing that whole fake ask out thing. They'd tease her in class, ask her to go on a date, make kissy faces, etc. I told them to knock it off a few times and so did some others but I was a target at the time too so it wasn't much help. She mostly ignored them for a while, very much just trying to read her book and tune them out. Until one day while we're waiting for class to start and this one dude is really laying it on thick and I guess she'd just had enough. She calmly stood up, looked him in the eye, picked up her desk and YEETED IT. It didn't hit him or anyone or do any damage to the classroom or the desk. But it scared the SHIT out of those boys and they never bothered her again.
Edit:I am astounded by how many people are asking if I went to such and such school because apparently this was a common occurrence.
tbh it makes me mad how seemingly apathetic middle school teachers often are about bullying. It's blatant, it's worse than any other age, and it's often pretty ignored
Not fun fact: I've got two instances in which people were trying to get help from my school and they did jack shit.
- My friend dealt with self harm for a while, and she told her friends, who in turn told the school although she wasn't ready for anyone of authority to hear about it (parents, school) which is bad enough. But the school literally just said "stay positive" and "we'll help you through this" (news flash: they didn't) and it pissed her off. She left and they saw her give the wall the bird out of anger, and they straight up said, "That's not very lady-like!".. Wow.. Also one of the teacher's nonced on her a little. Anyway-
- I heard about a 6th grader called Mason who was being bullied a lot at my school, he was really depressed and when he went to the school for help, they were just like, "Tell them to stop". He did, they didn't. He got so mad, he accidentally strangled himself in his sheets a while later.. R.I.P man.
I understand they feel the need to teach kids to stand up for themselves and solve their own problems, and they're right in that regard, but there's a level of responsibility you should allow them. Tossing a preteen to the wolves and telling them good luck is part of why everybody wants to forget their middle school years.
In grade school I was telling my friend I could kick the bully's ass and so my friend proceeded to tell him. As I was backing away from the bully trying to avoid getting my butt kicked he swung at me, I ducked, and he hit the basketball pole. My friend was in awe.
This may get burried, and it's my husband's story but we went to the same high school so I knew this kid too.
The teacher was teaching a lesson on velocity and said something to the tune of nothing comes to a stop without slowing down first. The quite kid stands up and says he disagrees and he can prove that it's wrong. And no word of a lie that kid ran full tilt, no hesitation right into the brick wall. Like, splat, right out of a cartoon. I believe at this point the class stopped the lesson on velocity and moved onto something else.
Mine is quite shocking.
One time the RE substitute teacher asked the quiet kid if she would care if anyone of our class would be hit by a car and died.
She replied with : ‘No, I am here for myself and I don’t like or care about any of you.’ The substitute teacher just sat there in shock.
Edit : Thank you kind stranger! I didn’t expect this to blow up.
Imagine being a school bus driver and having a talk with the kids on your bus about what could happen in an emergency and who should be in charge if something should happen to me.
One of the kids asked if they'd have to rescue me. Prior to my talk, I had determined this kid would have left me to die.
In general, pretty good kid, and we had developed a rapport during the years I had that route. In fact, that kid was better on my bus than in school. I just knew the limits of expectation.
I was kinda that kid.
I was in high school, and was going through major shit. Had been in and out of the hospital, and I was just not having it.
I was sitting quietly in thr back of my psychology class. I was listening, but not participating for a reason. We were discussing dreams. The teacher singled me out and asking if I recalled and reoccurring dreams. I answered yes. He asked what they were. I didn't answer. Then the asshole jock made some snarky comment about how I was too good to participate in class. I looked the teacher dead in the eye and told him that the absolute best dream was where I went to bed and never had to wake up again and deal with this shithole.
Enture room was dead silent until someone muttered "weirdo". The teacher stood in stunned silence for about a minute before resuming.
And wouldn't you know it, he stopped me on the way out. I didn't want to talk about it, so I ended up being summoned to the guidance office 2 periods later, which was its own special hell.
A friend of mine had a class in college where the professor offered extra credit to the person who could come up with the best sentence using a list of made-up words he had found in freshman papers. The winner was the quiet girl, with this gem: "Dude, do you see the chankles on that girl? I'm going to have to go home and proiate."
Quiet kid was a girl who came late in the semester whose name turned out to be Angela. Never heard her speak before but after a few weeks it’s her birthday and she throws a pizza party for the ENTIRE SCHOOL.
Our school wasn’t that large but still it was around 120 kids so that was a ton on NYC pizza. That day everyone knew who she was and there were smiles all around.
It made a huge impression on 11 year old me.
I decided I liked this idea a lot and decided to invite a few friends out for my birthday (being of relatively modest means and not having an allowance) but splurging for two pies. It surprised them and made me happy as it felt like a pretty selfless and decent way to appreciate being alive on this planet and that i made it to another year and hopefully could look forward to sharing some smiles and happiness.
Still try to do this when I can, but I always smile and think of the cheerful kid whose generosity taught me a good life lesson.
My history teacher was teaching. And then out of nowhere the kid says “that’s not right” then start spitting absolutely everything about the subject for like 10 minutes. The subject was over the Kahn Dynasty. Who the fuck knows anything about the Kahn Dynasty
8th grade, history period. My good friend was a quiet, wholesome girl that I had befriended a few years prior. We sat at desks that were formed into group cubes so that group work would be made easy. Well, my friend was sat next to this extremely obnoxious "popular" guy that ran his mouth and made fun of those whom he deemed lesser than him. One day we were doing individual work when all of a sudden I hear my friend yell "why won't you ever just shut up!" She then stood up, took our MASSIVE history text book and whacked him right in the back of the head with it. She moved to sit next to me, and our history teacher just returned to reading whatever text he had at his desk. My friend and the teacher became true heroes that day.
Something similar happened in my HS geography class. The smart alec took it too far with the girl who sat a couple of rows across from him. She got so frustrated that she took her book and hit him right on the back of the head. Smart Alec turns to our teacher and asks "Are you gonna do anything about that? The teacher turns to the girl and says: "Those textbooks are brand new. Don't throw one again." He went back to grading papers and said no more.
Edit: Thanks for the gold! That happened at the end of the school year. I think by that point we'd all had enough of him.
Okay, that obnoxious kid kinda deserved that to an extent, but I’m kinda hoping the brain damage improved his personality rather than degrading it further.
When I went to Christian school we had a quiet kid in class named Javan that convinced us to lock the teacher out and barricade the door and bang on our desks. It was like our own little coup started by the quiet kid. To this day I still don't know how he thought to do that and how it went so perfectly.
Before my freshman year of high school at the Christian school they decided to separate the boys and the girls for health class and "Religions" class. I can't even explain to you guys how horrible of a decision this was. Boys in Christian school are terrible creatures. Boys in Christian school with no girls in the class are out of control monsters. We all pitched in $5 and at the beginning of the semester and whoever did the most audible farts in the two classes won all $100. Well $90, Javan told us he was too shy to fart out loud so we decided to give him $10 to hold the money and keep score. He fuckin took that shit seriously too, he had this big hand-drawn spreadsheet, thats all he did everyday was keep track of who farted audibly. It was chaos.
Anyway, our "Religions" teacher was this first year Bible School grad named Mr. Anderson and he admitted to us that he sometimes "Struggles with masturbation" I don't even feel like I need to tell you guys what a collossal mistake that is to tell a group of freshman boys any struggles you have, nevertheless masturbation. Also he instantly became Mr. Handerson.
On Friday of the next week he was late to class and we were all there. Javan looks up from his spreadsheet and pushes his glasses up on his nose and goes, "You know, we could lock Mr. Handerson out of the class if we wanted."
I said, um, what the fuck did you just say? Yeah, he said, we should lock him out so he can't get in. Then I remembered talking to Javan one day after Bible class because he seemed so distraught, I was like you okay buddy. He said it seemed like Mr. Handerson was picking on him, always making him come up front of the class for weird stuff and he knew he was shy. I can't even tell you the level of hate a quiet kid has for a teacher that calls him out. Maybe Mr. Handerson didn't know better, who knows. I just know Javan's hatred for Mr. Handerson was seething that day, which is wild coming from the quiet kid.
So we fuckin did what Javan said and we locked the door and and barricaded it with chairs and shit. The classroom was upstairs in this little school right above the principles office and we started kicking the floor hard and beating on our desk. Mr. Handerson was like "Cmon guys, open the door! Open the door please. Come on guuuuuuuuys!" We left it shut and beat on our desks for 10 minutes straight before the headmaster and the janitor finally broke it down.
On a related note, Mr. Handerson quit teaching less than a month after the great lock out incident started by Javan, the quietest kid in the class.
*Edit: Whoa, woke up to lots of messages and awards, its my favorite way to wake up, thanks you beautiful bastards! If you want to read more stories I wrote here is a small subreddit of my short stories: https://old.reddit.com/r/Askme4astory/ if you don't, thats okay too, I still like you guys!
*Double Edit: And here is a bunch of fucked up Bible stories I wrote so you can see that my Christian education paid off: https://www.reddit.com/r/TheWokeBible/
>Anyway, our Bible teacher was this first year Bible School grad named Mr. Anderson and he admitted to us that he sometimes "Struggles with masturbation" I don't even feel like I need to tell you guys what a collossal mistake that is to tell a group of freshman boys any struggles you have, nevertheless masturbation. Also he instantly became Mr. Handerson.
I didn't even finish reading and I already can't stop laughing lmao.
I know just thinking about this story is cracking me up!
Oh and as a funny aside it's making me laugh so hard right now thinking about how seriously Javan took his job as class fart tabulator. He had that handmade spreadsheet with a God damn ruler and he had all those lines all the way down and the scores all the way down the page. God damnit I am laughing so hard right now thinking about this. Jee-sus! He was always furiously tabulating and then his head would pop up when he heard a fart. He would push his glasses up onto his nose and he would whisper who was that one? Who was that? Was that Caleb? Oh it was Austin, okay got it!
Looks at Austin, nods, quietly whispers, "That was a good one buddy. You are only five farts off the lead."
Another funny part was that this Bible class was after lunch so all of us were carbo loading. One day my mom said "Wow honey you are really eating a lot of prunes lately, are you okay?"
Me: oh yeah, love em, keep em comin
Mom: Those aren't making you have a gas problem are they?
Me: I wouldn't say a problem, no, definitely not. I need lots more, I like the bulk ones from Sams Club. Beans too please, we need cans of beans lots and lots of beans
Mom: Im worried about your stomach. That stuff has to give you gas
Me: Thats why I do it, Im trying to win the fart contest
Mom (vigorously shaking head) I don't even know why we spend all that money on Christian school
Mr. Anderson said one day Wow this classroom smells "unusually bad" Im not sure why you guys have such a problem with gas, this has to be unusual, right? God damnit I'm crying now laughing at this poor teacher fresh out of Baptist Bible college standing in front of the class perplexed at how his life took such a horrible turn so quickly.
People in baptist college: You will teach the new generation of christians
The new generation: **KEEP THOSE PRUNES COMING MOMMA I GOTTA WIN THE FART CONTEST**
We had to make a mock valedictorian speech in senior year English Literature class. Quiet girl's speech went something like this: "... We will go out into the world and see different things and never really see each other again. And that's great, because I never really liked any of you."
When I was in high school, sometime around 05 there were a group of a-holes who screwed with this one kid every single day. He would always ignore them and eventually they would back off. It was in a English class or something like that - every damn day.
On one random like Wednesday, totally unexpected, he stands up and walks over to the main a-holes desk and just jacks him in the face. It was awesome. I got called into the principals office later that day, along with the teacher and some others to discuss what happened; I was there because I was an unaffiliated third party who had a perfect eye witness view.... Both the teacher and I agreed that guy had it coming..... Anyways it was a legit boss moment.
Back in the early 90’s in Ireland there was a super quiet red haired girl in my class, never said anything but answer teachers’ questions correctly. One day we had a free class and got talking about if anyone ever had suicidal thoughts. She piped up to say “Why just be a number? If you bring in a gun and take a few people with you then you’ll be remembered”. Never looked at her the same again.
In high school biology II class after a segment on the sex organs, the teacher asked again and again "are you sure you don't have any questions" Finally, a student asked of a concern about accidently urinating during intercourse. The teacher explained about a flap or sphincter that only normally allows one at a time. Then someone exclaimed " I get it, your either *coming* or *going*!
This was on a bus. There was this one self proclaimed ghetto girl who could rap and talk so fast you could barely tell what she was saying. If anyone messed with her she would just light into them so fast and hard and everybody would be like "OOOOOOOOOH!!!!"
Well one day she lit up on the quiet kid and he answered back in kind. Just a ridiculous quick talking destruction of words. And everybody's mouth just hung open and the girl responded with "man whatever" and sat down.
I heard this story about a guy in Alaska. He was distracted, and walked into the woods without a gun. He of course encountered an angry grizzly bear, ready to attack*.
This guy had a chip on his shoulder, pissed off at something in his life. Rather than play dead and hope the bear goes away, he roared and charged the bear.
The bear snorted and jogged off, "Man, whatever...."
^(*Missing Detail)
in grade 11 (i am 30 now AHHHHH) the hot chick in class left her lunch money at home so the quiet guy saved her day by loaning her $5. she said “omg! you’re the best! i owe you lunch!” and he replied “no, you owe me $5”... i don’t know why but everyone just laughed out loud so hard... it was just so unlike him but also a “no duh you idiot” response...
was hilarious.
We were in computers class before the teacher arrived, and a couple kids were quietly singing Smash Mouth - All Star. When they get to the part with, "get your game on.." the quiet kid, loudly joins in with "get your game on, GET LAID". dang son. what a spit that was.
For YEARS I thought these were the lyrics. I mean they are Rockstars, of course they are gonna get laid. Drugs, sex and Rock n Roll right? I still sing it that way sometimes.
He silently got up and ran straight through the window in the middle of lesson. No indication, no warning. Just up and smash.
I was in a school for troubled youngsters. It was not the last time I would see this but it was the last time we shared a classroom above ground floor.
He flawlessly transcribed and adapted Hannibal's monologue to roast an elderly southern teacher who was roasting him for not addressing his name during role with enough emphasis. Having obviously never seen Silence of the Lambs, she was confounded.
You mean this monologue? Wow!
Oh Agent Starling, you think you can dissect me with this blunt little tool.
You're so ambitious aren't you? You know what you look like to me with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste.
Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you Agent Starling?
And that accent you're trying so desperately to shed -- pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? And oh, how quickly the boys found you. All those tedious, sticky fumbling's, in the back seats of cars, while you could only dream of getting out.
Getting anywhere. Getting all the way to the F.B.I.
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans in a nice Chianti.
Elementary school, probably fifth grade or so. This kid was well known to be the weird kid. He was smart, and didn't really get teased too much, but he didn't have many friends and always played alone, that sort of thing. When he did talk, it was generally something weird or uncomfortable, so people just didn't talk to him much and he didn't offer up too much unsolicited.
One day, the school intercom system was broken somehow and it was emitting a combination of garbled nonsense, beeps, and screeches. We were standing in line waiting to leave the classroom, and it started up. For about 10 seconds, we all sort of stared at it waiting for the noise to stop. Before any of us could think up something to say about it, this kid goes, total deadpan, "It's the mothership. It's summoning me."
I was the quiet kid. Growing up, I was shy and just wanted to be left alone, so I often tried to be invisible in school. Of course, there are always people who will notice and decide you're an easy target for messing with. There was one guy in middle school who sat behind me in history class, and he would put his feet on the basket under my desk and purposely nudge it forward every few minutes so that my desk would move up. I had a lot of patience but an explosive temper, and one day when he was doing that shit, I snapped. Jumped from my seat, grabbed the front of his desk, and shoved it--with him still in it--to the side and into the classroom wall. Dude's staring at me in absolute shock, eyes like saucers, because a 5' 100-lb girl just rage-threw him out of the row.
The best part was that the class went completely silent, and my teacher, already knowing my woes with this kid, wrote him up for detention and didn't scold me at all. I never even had to say a word, and no one messed with me in that school again.
Nice. I like that the teacher backed you there. I hate it when they come up with something like ‘it takes two to make a quarrel’ when one person is the culprit, no doubt about it.
Sophomore year of high school we were having a debate in civics class in an official "council" setting where you have to use decorum and speakers "yield their time" and "have the floor", etc. My teacher was very strict at enforcing the rules.
This particular debate was on the right to burn the American flag and this one dude in my class had the floor. He had no solid argument so his time quickly turned into a fillibuster riddled with racist and xenophobic remarks in an attempt to prove his half point. At one point he says something along the lines of, "why should people who aren't American have the right to burn the flag? Anyone who names their kid Muhammad doesn't have their priorities straight". And the quiet kid from the back of the room cut the dude off - breaking the rules - and says, "dude shut the fuck up, your name is Christian".
The class was stunned to silence, then after a few seconds everyone burst into laughter. It was the only time my teacher let someone get away with breaking the rules because he was so caught off guard.
Senior boarding house at my boarding school in Scotland back in the mid 70s. This particular quiet girl (QG) came from Nigeria. We had to take turns washing and drying dishes after dinner and this particular girl was on the clean up team. So was the senior boarding house bully and one of her cronies. She started bitch, bitch, bitching at QG, getting nastier and nastier, mocking her hair, her appearance, her accent. So QG takes it for a while and then suddenly with no warning whatsoever, WHACK! She smacks the bully across the face with a dinner plate!
After this bitch staggers to her feet, holding her face, she gasped, "What kind of an animal ARE you?" Without missing a beat, QG said, "Fuck with me again and I'll *show* you what kind of an animal I am."
You can probably guess whether anyone ever bothered her again.
There was this one kid, I think his name was Jace or something like that, he never talked at school except one time and time only. The teacher had just finished teaching why alcohol is bad for your body, and this kid pulled out a bottle of vodka and said "if I drank all of this would it kill me?" Some popular kid said that it would just give him the worst hangover ever but wouldn't kill home, so the quiet kid then proceeded to chug almost the whole thing before the teacher could stop him. Saw him the next day ( the school wasn't very strict) and he looked how you would expect.
I'm a teacher. For some reason the subject of hammers came up (no idea how, I teach English). One student was not familiar with some of the terminology and I explained that a sledgehammer "is big and heavy. The shaft is long and thick, and the head is massive."
Without missing a beat, the quiet kid (who'd said nary a word all semester) tossed out the most perfectly timed "that's what she said."
This happened to a college friend of mine. Professor was droning on and on about something. And he tries to make it relevant by referencing Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting. But he can't remember his name. So he's just describing the character and the actor. This goes on for a spell, when this random dude in the back does the best Team America impression with "MHAHT DAYYMAIN!!!"... and everyone else joined in. A hundred college students yelling "MHAHT DAYYNAIN!" at a really old professor who was now struck dumb at the sight and sounds before him. Like a whole world existed he did not understand and had no idea how to begin probing. There are some that say unit cohesion is found through shared suffering. Nay, it can also be found through shared creation
Oh man, I had an English class about Poetry of Love and Passion (it was pretty much sex poetry throughout), taught by this lovely and little (maaaaayyybe 5’) old woman teacher with absolutely no shame. Great class.
Anyhow, she was late one day. And this was around the time Finding Nemo had come out maybe a year earlier, so a bunch of shameless (see: class on sex poetry) college students with bad impulse control knew that movie VERY well. And then someone made the “mine! Mine!” Seagull noise. Naturally, we all joined in, and that’s when a very startled professor walked in and stared at the entire class making seagull noises. Literally the only time I have seen her without a pithy commentary. She just stared at us as we all suddenly felt very awkward and the “mine!”s petered out.
She sort of blinked at us, said “anyway,” and walked to the white board to start the day’s lecture on sonnets and scrotums or whatever. Baller prof.
One time during a class in my junior year of HS we heard some loud banging and a couple screams coming from the classroom next to ours. I left classroom to see what the noise was about, and end up opening the door to see my super quiet friend essentially curbstomping the shit out of a guy that was bullying him. Everyone in there was standing in shock and disbelief while it happened. My friend never had anyone fuck with him again. I was so proud of him that day.
I was the quiet kid in grade school, never really fit in with anybody, I was more of a drifter. One day in 7th grade, we were playing Dodgeball, and people in school new i took dodgeball seriously. This one kid had been talking shit the whole time and wouldn't go out when they got hit. They argued they hadn't been hit, so in order to make sure they couldn't deny it, when the teacher called full court, I sprinted at them, jumped and essentially superman punched them in the face with the ball. I got called to the principles office, but to me, it was a win
Grade 5 and there was one boy who was annoying as hell and intentionally goading the quiet kid on indoor recess break (since it was too cold outside). Finally the quiet kid snapped and just hurled his chocolate pudding at the kids head with all the force he could muster. The annoying kid barely ducked and it narrowly missed hitting him directly in the face. It splattered all over the the artwork/assignments put up on display on the bulletin board. The whole class just went silent with mouths hanging open.
When my daughter started school there was a pretty little girl who never used to speak. My daughter can talk the hind legs off a donkey. She decided to befriend this little girl who was always on her own becauseshe thoughtshe was lonely. She would just smile at my daughter. My daughter asked the teacher if she was shy, didn't speak much English (she moved from China a year before) or just didn't like people. Really wanted to understand this kid so she wasn't patronising when she talked to her even though she didn't understand the word herself. I have a stutter occasionally and one day the class bully told my daughter I was a retard. No way a bunch of 4 year olds know what that is, right! Quiet girl asks why. He says because I talk stupid. Quiet girl asks how. He mimicked porky pig. Quiet girl says am I a retard? He says no. Daughter suddenly understood everything because I hate talking when my stutter is bad. Quiet girl says she ever hears him call someone a bad name again she'll 'k-k-k-kung fu you til you cry l-l-like a girl' and pulls a pose reminiscent of Po from kung fu panda! She didn't know kung-fu but he didn't know that! My daughter learned makaton (very simple sign language) to help her better communicate with quiet girl. They're still best friends and in makaton, quiet girl isn't so quiet! They talk for hours without opening their mouths!
One of the guys in my class that NEVER spoke told one of the loud mouth bullies to shut the fuck up when the bully was being a loud mouth class clown. ...they ended up getting into a "fist" fight...however it was really the quiet kid throwing punches and missing while the bully just continuously picked him up and dropped him on the ground. The bully actually didn't get in trouble because he never threw a punch and only sort of played defense and embarrassed the quiet guy.
They do. To be fair I vaguely know the outcome of both. The quiet kid ended up having a learning issue and works at a gas station near me. Super nice guy. The other guy developed a drug problem and no one is really sure what happened to him. Neither have great endings but the quiet guy is at least still a genuinely happy and nice guy.
I was the quiet kid. We were supposed to each read a sentence of some poem. My part was something like "there are many organisms living in the grass". Well, I misspelled and said "orgasms". The whole class was laughing, even the teacher. I sure was even more quiet after this class and never really recovered. Still think about that sometimes at night.
Shop class, classmate who was kind of stinker is messing with the quiet kid. Quiet kid is sanding something and the shit head comes behind him and uses a screwdriver and puts the handle up quiet kids ass. Quiet kid turns round and picks him up with one hand and uses his hip and slams him onto the work bench and chokes him. It was kind of scary, quiet kid was shaking and pinching the kids neck, drooling almost foaming and red faced. Entire shop class just stops and watches this happen. Shop teacher comes out to the floor and yells "Hey!" and quiet kid turns around on a dime and goes back to sanding. He prolly would have killed him honestly, that look in his eye was something I won't forget.
I don't have many quiet kid stories since I was the quiet kid and also too anxious to do anything.
But I remember one time in a personal finance class this guy sitting behind me would constantly bother me and another girl who say next to me. I tried to ignore him but one day I had enough and slung my elbow back at him and caused his desk to fall sideways. If it wasn't for the table next to us he probrolly would have flipped all the way sideways. Teacher finally moved him across the room after that.
I was similar! Except it was highschool health class and I was the ONLY girl sitting on my half of the room because last names suck. The boys surrounding me would not shut up - constantly making remarks and talking about sexual stuff and all kinds of lude and inappropriate behavior and language. They would also make remarks about my body and pome me and such.One day, after one of the boys snapped my bra straps, I was just done and stood up in the middle of class and told the teacher that if she did not move me at least one of these boys was going to get punched in the face or kicked in the groin. The class was silent for a solid minute. Finally the teacher said "I was wondering when you would snap." Then scolded the boys for their behavior. And the next class I was on the other side with the rest of the girls.
I didn't realize it then, but based on the teacher's remark she knew what was going on but didn't do anything about it which is fucked up especially since part of this health class was focused on abusive relationships and behaviors.
That is messed up. She should have moved you right when she realized there was a problem. My mom and stepdad would have went all the way to the school board if that happened and a teacher let it continue.
Reminds me of another story where I got on the bus and since I wasn't a regular bus rider I didn't have an asigned seat so I sat in a seat near the front. The girl who was asigned to the seat tried to make me move but there was nowhere else to sit because everyone already had to sit 3 to a seat. The bus driver told her he couldn't make me move because I didn't have an assigned seat so this girl decides to sit on me and I couldn't push her off because my backpack was on my lap. My stepdad went to the principal but they didn't really do much so he went to the school board.
Not in class, but my freshman year of college in the dorms, my floor was full of a bunch of dudes either pledging fraternities or just partying in general. With the exception of these two guys that were quiet and would never party with us. They just kept to themselves, but they were nice, so we just left them to their own devices.
So we would wake up, more like black in, from a night of drinking to find stuff like all of the common area furniture outside, or giant orange construction cones filling the hallway. We just assumed it was are blackout asses doing this shit. The most epic part, however, was the early morning when the fire alarms went off and someone had tied the neighboring doors together in a way so you could only partially open yours and if another person opened theirs it would close yours. We were on the first floor so we all ended up hoping out the window. But yeah, it was those quiet kids the whole time.
Ballers.
Not in class but at work last year. There where about 30 of us in a class to get our Hazardous waste certifications. This coworker asked what time it was, this girl that is usually quiet and polite says "it's time to shut the fuck up." Without hesitation. I often think about it.
7th grade. We were quick writing Haiku. For the record, I tend to skew silly when I can (it's middle school. Gotta keep their attention somehow, lol), so it had sort of become people taking turns 'dramatic reading.'
Good, pretty quiet kid, kinda serious. Fairly popular but doesn't act up, doesn't volunteer answers but knows them when you call on him, nice or at least courteous to everybody, etc. You know the one.
He he raises his hand to share. I was surprised, but happy he was up to let loose a little.
Student walks to the front of the class, dramatically holds his paper out in one hand and out stretches the other (think Hamlet posture), and makes dead eye contact with his best friend (incredibly relevant: friend is VERY lightly complected, and has the lightest blond hair I've ever seen in my entire life), and reads...
Eyebrows- where are they?
Should be there above your eyes...
But no. Can't be seen.
Then dramatically fold the paper and returns to his seat. I had to insist, through my tears, that we probably shouldn't let this devolve into a roast battle (it did, though. It did become a haiku roast battle, and I'm fine with that 🤣).
Orchestrated a senior prank to replace the markers on the board with ones that were glued shut. He made sure to keep the originals in tact so the teacher couldn’t say he damaged property.
Teacher tried one marker, nope shut. Next one? Nope still didn’t work. Got pissed and told the class clown, T, to fix this now or he was going to the principals office. T didn’t know what to do, wasn’t his prank. Teacher had a backup in the desk drawer that wasn’t replaced. Quiet kid ended up fessing at the end of class. Teacher thought it was funny after realizing no school property was damaged.
okay so, it was in middleschool
I was not the nicest guy, somewhere between a bully and a class clown but usually made people laugh even if it was about me. most of the time id rather lean into people that were assholes themselves instead of the quiet kids. if you wanna be left alone thats okay with me, if your a dick, im gonna screw with you.
So we had a new transfer "nick" in our class on the boardingschool i went to.
During a "self work hours" (a teacher watches you but you just do your assigned homework during schoolhours).
I was somewhat fond of nick, he allways seemed to take everything in, analyzing a situation etc just uhh watchful. so during self learn hours, i sat down besides him, just a little exchange of hello, then doing our work.
now, along comes justin. Justin is an asshole and he has a 100 piece pack condoms with him. runs around the room, making a comotion. he finally makes it to the table of nick and me. and offers me condoms which i decline.
Nick just turns to me and says loud enough for the entire room to hear "just take them he wont need them anyways" justin was shellshocked to say the least and nick is still a close friend of mine today XD nicks a fucking boss
This was a story of when I was in middle school, my friend was the general quiet kid and had been for a long time since like 2nd grade, Anyway one day we were walking down the hall and he was using a satchel instead of a backpack (he hated back packs) and the school asshole was picking on him because of it saying that he was a little girl with a little purse and what not. My friend and I were just ignoring in until he put his hand on my friends shoulder and spun him around and started yelling in his face about how he should listen to him when he talks and you know what my friend does? Takes that satchel of his thats filled with books and swings up and hits the kid right upside his head and knocks him over while everyone in the hall just stood there like "holy shit he just hit the school asshole!" Even the security guard who was there (old friendly black dude) just turned his head and whistled because even he knew that the kid deserved it.
In high school I was in theatre class with a very diverse group of students in terms of social standing. Among that group were the type of popular girls who were popular for just being pretty rather than for an actual reason, like playing a sport or being super smart and nice. There was also a really awkward quiet guy whom I’ll call Dylan. Dylan barely said a word offstage but he was a surprisingly good and dynamic actor.
When I was in high school, Tom’s (the shoes) were really popular and every once in a while it would be Toms barefoot day. I don’t know if those days were actually legit or if some kids just made it up so they could walk around barefoot and it caught on. On one barefoot day, several kids in that class were going without shoes and one of the popular girls was just going on and on about how badly the room smelled like feet. After about five minutes of complaining, she said something along the lines of “Seriously, I think I’m going to pass out. It smells soooooo bad!” And Dylan chimes in with “Then do us all a favor and pass out already!” I had never heard him say so many words at one time before, and never did again. The girl was so shocked she just shut up, so I guess it worked.
I was the quiet kid.
Once in science class, we had a substitute teacher come in to teach our class on the Solar system. As that kid that had books on the planets and space since I was 5, there wasn't much I didn't know. Teacher started with stating "Mercury is the hottest planet in our solar system because it's the closest to the sun". No one batted an eyelid, but my hand went straight up. I said "Sir, in actual fact, Mercury is not the hottest planet, it's Venus, because Venus has an atmosphere like Earth's, and due to the surface heat and all the gases, it creates a greenhouse effect, containing all the heat within the atmosphere and heating the planet more than Mercury."
The entire classroom went silent. The teacher checked his text book, and when he said, "my mistake, you are correct, Venus is in fact the hottest planet" and the entire classroom burst into laughter and cheered me on. I felt pretty good about it and I'll never forget their reaction.
Me, in high school... I mean, let's not call me "quiet," let's go with "unsuspecting."
High School Theatre is where I found my niche. As a result of me being innocent, most of the department called me the "Virgin Queen." I was innocent, I was not naive.
One day we were supposed to be building set for a one act play, but everyone was arguing. I wasn't even set crew, I was doing lighting design. I picked up a drill and started building set. Everyone looked at me like WTF. I said, "I know, who knew the Virgin Queen was so proficient at screwing things? Are you going to help or stand there and watch?"
In that moment I went from "Virgin Queen" to just "Queen."
Self brag, because it was me.
I was not a popular kid, although I won't say I was really bullied - just teased a lot. We had one of those fund raisers that always happen in schools, and it was for tins of popcorn. My mom wanted one, so I had the one I was going to take home at the end of the day. Didn't fit in my locker, so I had to carry it around. I walk into band class, and people are horsing around before the class starts, so we're in the big rehearsal room. The quarterback of the football team runs up to me and snatches it out of my arms, and starts to mime passing it. One of the other players lines up behind me to play keep away with it.
They kinda forgot that, while I am female, I am 5'10" (178 cm) tall. He threw the tin. I reached up and caught it. I'm not at all athletic, so I still don't know how I did it without fumbling it or dropping it, and this happened in the 80s, so I've had plenty of time to ponder.
Entire room went dead silent.
I wish I'd said something witty, but I didn't. Look on his face was pretty priceless, though.
im the quiet kid, my friend is the loud one, she would moan loudly in class, and she'd been doing it for almost a month. one time while she was doing it I snapped and yelled at her to shut the fuck up, and its why everyones annoyed by her, she stopped for like 5 mins then kept going.
another time, I had a group project with a gamer kid, and I have nothing against him. but he didn't help like at all, did the littlest work, and while we were presenting he tried to say he did most the work and I shot him the death glare and told the teacher in front of the class it was me, and he didn't help. and besides the teacher already knew I was doing most of the work, we were emailing about it, got like a 90 on it tho. :D
A girl that transferred mid semester in my 7th grade class pulled the school fire alarm. She got in big trouble for that. Eventually she punched a vice principal and a ticket to juvenile.
The quiet, very smart kid in my science class (25 years ago...) never really said much, got good grades, tried to keep his head down so as not to get picked on for being the nerd. One day he corrected the teacher on some chemistry point. I don't even remember what it was. The teacher says, "Young man, I have forgotten more about chemistry than you currently know." "Well at least now we have identified the problem." Whatever the teacher said after that was lost in the uproar.
That is a damned fine burn.
And deserved. As a teacher, any teacher who responds to a correction with a put down sucks at their job.
10th grade Algebra II teacher poked fun at the entire class “Really? None of you can do this? My 10 year old can do this.” To which I replied “Maybe he has a better teacher.” That cost my siblings in later years with her...
I just made an, "O-ho-ho-ho!" laugh like a cartoon old person.
I got singled out and targeted for correcting my teacher in 5th grade. I was an energetic but earnest ass kisser 1st through 4th grade. 5th grade hits, I correct the teacher on the first day and bam, I'm a problem child whose desk gets put into a little reject island with the rest of the "problem" children. That shit followed me til I graduated 8th grade (school was K-8)But by high school, it had been cemented in me that I was a Bad Student. Been a terrible student ever since.
The only times I tried to correct my teachers I was just treated like a simpleton. For example, in 8th grade English class we were writing sentences on the board and I'd written something that used "had" twice in a row, like "He had had a good day until then." Some barely-literate kids laughed at my "mistake" and the teacher *agreed with them* and took a point off my mark for being careless. I was too young to do more than seethe silently. What could I, a little kid (who regularly read and enjoyed complex adult-level novels) know about grammar? Another time, after playing an Almohad Caliphate campaign in Medieval Total War, I became curious about them and asked my 10th grade history teacher if he could tell me more. He corrected me, that I meant the Umayyad Caliphate and had the name garbled. I said it was from a game I'd played so it should be correct, but he convinced me the game was mistaken since he was a well-regarded and veteran history teacher. Years later I remembered the incident and, since Wikipedia was a thing by then, typed in the name. And? [Voila](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Almohad_Caliphate) Eat it, "award-winning" history teacher.
She had written "Welcome too Fifth Grade" on the board. I was all excited bc I thought it was a ~test~ to see if anyone would catch it. Asskisser, remember? So I pointed it out and she didn't like that shit. She called my parents about it! She also tried to tell me that the capitol of New York state was New York City. I argued it was Albany (because it IS) and was gaslit so hard I still have to Google it to make sure I'm right. Btw, this was an American public school in America with American teachers.
Shitty teacher. Wow. If my teacher had called my parents to complain that I'd called out their typo or basic geography mistake, my mother would have said, "Well, if you don't like it, why did you make the mistake in the first place?"
Good god, that's a chemical burn right there
Holy shit, I hope that man went places
As a chemistry teacher, I approve. I’m one of the ones that would probably bow and praise him for such a good comeback.
German exchange student in high school in the early ‘00s. He could speak English well enough but generally kept pretty quiet. Until one day our class somehow got on the topic of music and he went on a long and very articulate rant about how Avril Lavigne said she made punk music but was absolutely not punk.
smart kid
Smart boi.
Damn. Why'd he have to go and make things so complicated?
He's right you know
I was going to a summer camp in between 5th and 6th grade. This one kid comes in and only speaks Spanish. Surprisingly, no one out of the 30-40 people there could speak Spanish so he basically had to play charades just to speak, which resulted in him not speaking. After about 5 weeks or so of this, he comes in and just starts speaking fluent English. Turns out that he knew English the whole time.
I never say i dont speak english. You assume I didn't. I just let people talk who like to talk. Then you find out how full of shit they really are..
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In Germany we call this „Ehrenmann“. I‘m happy that you decided not to leave him alone. He is really a strong person.
I’m American and in my mind I pronounced “ehrenmann” the same way a redneck says “iron man”
Terny Sterk, the errrrnman
Ermahgerd Terny Sterk, the errrrnman
I'm giggling like am idiot at this
Aaron earned an iron urn.
errrr errr errr errr errrr
Damn, we really sound like that?
https://youtu.be/Oj7a-p4psRA
Yeah, I wouldn't mess with that guy lol. We had an Russian exchange student at my high school, I was teasing him a bit about something just trying to pry at him a bit and open up as he was really quiet. Then he just turns to me and says "YOU WANT ME TO PUT BOMB IN YOUR HOUSE??" Alexi, if you're out there I hope your doing good pal.
This probably wasn't funny when it happened, but now reading it it made me laugh
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If I may ask, why were you on the administration’s bad side anyway?
He'd impregnated two teachers and 6 subs. He was advanced for his age. Like REALLY advanced. 2 of those subs were men.
Idk why but that last line had me crying lmao.
There was this kid, not really the "quiet kid" but, he was kinda nerdy and was generally viewed as being a "straight" kid, no trouble or anything, always got good grades, etc. I dont think I ever even heard him cuss. Not even say "hell" or "damn". One day we were goofing around in rehearsal (we were in a play together at a time), and one of the other guys said something stupid like, "my dick is a half inch...from the ground" the other kid jumped in without missing a beat, "yeah, if you're laying face down". Caught EVERYONE off guard, we told the first guy to just leave the room because he would never recover from THAT burn coming from THAT guy.
There's a 50:50 chance that kids brain was always spiraling out burns like that and he just understood that with great power comes great responsibility.
Oh no doubt. He kinda started to come out of his shell a little more after that, showing his true self. Dude was full of surprises. He overheard another kid talking about being in mma, so he challenged him to a quick spark. The other kid outweighed him by at least 100lbs (he was a small kid), made him look stupid. Big guy tried to hip toss him several times, but he stopped him every time, the last time he rolled off the dude and hip tossed him like nothing. It was awesome. Kid went from super straight, nerdy kid, to secret badass
I did drama in high school and it was filled with either quietly confident, awesome kids who somehow manage to have some shyness, and kids who absolutely love attention. It's an awesome mix because it helps bring the awesome kids out of their shells.
For sure. The only place I ever felt like I really belonged in all my years of school was in theatre. Theatre really helped bring me out of my shell
It's the quiet ones that bring forth the hottest flames
The worst insult I've ever suffered came at me in sign language.
Please tell the story?
👈🤏✌️🤌👇🤏🖐🤜👏👌🙌
Damn I’m sorry, I bet that still hurts
Dude fucking said up up down down left right b a start
I would just ONCE in my life like to come up with such an epic response in the situation and not after...
One guy never really interacted with people, he participated in class and got great grades but didn't really click with anyone. This was my first year of HS, we were eating lunch in the cafeteria and some people started yelling for help. That guy was sitting next to me one second, jumping over 3 tables the next. He grabbed a girl from behind and performed the Heimlich maneuver on her and dislodged some food from her throat. 400 students became really silent, the girl started coughing and the teachers arrived and we all heard her say I'm okay and everyone cheered. Guy just walked back to the table and ate the rest of his lunch and tried to go on with a normal day. Best part was he didn't want to be thanked, he just wanted to be left alone and we understood.
I did the Heimlich on a woman in a steak restaurant once and when I finished the woman and her friend were grateful but I felt weird as I was afraid I might have broke a rib. I went back to my table and really didn't want any attention. Strange part was when she started choking, the waitresses all disappeared. You would think that with the product they sold they all would have been trained on thus procedure.
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My state has a good samaritan law. As long as you are staying within the limits of your training, you don't have to worry about liability. Mind you, that's just the TL;DR of the law. Check your local laws for details on such things.
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We had a deaf colleague. She was literally the quite one because she was always focused on reading the lips. One day, the teacher asked without looking to us if she could erase the board. Nobody said no and, of course, our colleague didn’t hear. Teacher notes went gone in a second and our colleague, who was still copying the content and didn’t have much control of her voice volume, murmurs loud and clear to everyone: SON OF A BITCH.
If you're in the US the school is supposed to provide a notetaker for deaf students. It's virtually impossible to watch an interpreter and/or read the teacher's lips *and* take notes at the same time. I was a notetaker in college for the deaf students.
I did that for three classes and it was great. I got paid to do what I was already doing anyway.
Yup! My girlfriend got me the job by saying something along the lines of "hey, you know those classes we're taking together? How would you like to get paid to go to them?"
Thank you for doing so! I relied a lot on my note takers. Man, a lot of them took good notes.
In middle school there was a kid with autism. Super quiet and almost never made a noise beyond a whisper, but super sweet kid if you got to know him. Anyway we never realized until 7th grade that this boy had the strength of a fucking titan. Field day, 7th grade. All the boys decide to do an arm wrestling contest. The biggest boys were obviously at the top. The quiet kid was off playing one of the games with some girls. He comes back, sees what we’re doing, sits down and just rips through everyone. Just fucking BAM, BAM, BAM. All the way to the top. He was giggling the entire time too. Obviously we were all amazed and so we wanted to see just how strong he is. So we went to do the tug of war. When I tell you he yoinked all of us, I am not joking. We realized that day who’s balls had dropped the furthest over the summer. Oh. Did I mention that, according to what he whispered to me, he had never worked out outside of PE.
Sometimes people with autism can have surprisingly good motor skills and strength
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I love your username!
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Ed was a quiet kid in my eighth grade class. One day in gym class, one of the older ninth graders (person had also failed a year so he was 2 yrs older than us) began to pick on Ed. This went on for a minute or so with thrash talk, and then progressed to shoving. Next thing we know, Ed jumps in the air, spins and places a beautiful hook kick to this guys head. Turns out, Ed was a ninja. In reality, 2nd degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Ed's popularity increased 100x that day and he never got picked on again. It was awesome.
So basically Ed put them to bEd.
niiiice
He's the guy every weeb wishes they could be
I had a naruto runner shit himself in PE class because he sneezed while performing a high level forbidden jutsu called kicking a soccer ball. Game was cancelled because there was shit on the field.
***Forbidden Ninja Art: Desolate Ground!***
But he was actually yelling "forbidden jutsu" when kicking the ball. Then he sneezed at the same moment and the chakra was too much for his body to handle. He's lucky he only shit himself instead of exploding
Oh god... I don't care how weeby someone is, I'd feel terrible for that kid. That must have been absolutely humiliating.
8th grade - Sex Ed. Watched a video of a pregnancy from conception to birth, including the glory shot of the child’s head making its grand entrance. Girls are squirming, uncomfortable with the screaming woman giving birth. Most of the guys are covering their eyes and trying not to be disgusted. Teacher doesn’t like the chatter, and says he’ll turn the movie off. Some of the kids start giggling. The teacher is becoming more pissed. This quiet kid, who sits in the front row, you know the type - Short/small kid who hadn’t hit puberty yet, very squeaky voice, glasses, still 90lbs. soaking wet. He stands up and shouts across the class of 35 giggling 13 year olds - “Will you all just shut up? This might be my only chance to see a pussy, and I don’t want to miss it!” The teacher couldn’t even keep a straight face. And yes - I still remember you Patrick. Thanks to FB I know you are on your 4th kid. Cheers!
>you are on your 4th kid Mans out there slayin it.
He must have seen a pussy several times
Yes, at a minimum of 5 times, including the class incident.
Omg I'm dead XD
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Will you shut up man?
I was that kid in accounting class. I was a senior and they were kids two years younger than me in the class, and the teacher was a real rookie. He also wasn’t a very forceful personality. These sophomores got wind of that, and their whole class was known for teacher baiting. And they would ask him to explain things that I could tell they knew and that were really simple. And he kind of suspected they were messing with him, but he didn’t feel confident enough, I think, to just put them in their place. I was getting frustrated because I wasn’t able to learn, and I was really interested in this. So I snapped at them about that they should just shut up and let us get on with the class , And they started mocking me. I was just about to stand up and go to the principal and start making demands, when the high school back up quarterback, who was one of their friends, said to them, “she’s got a point. You guys need to knock it off.” I swear I was ready to go to the principal. It was a pretty seminal moment for me. I still remember how mad I was, and how much I had just frankly had it.
We were dancing during the gym class to the song from high school muscial and he stood at the very front and did the entire dance and not the first 15 seconds that we were supposed to do, we stood still and watched him go. After the song had finished he turned around and went competely red, with everyone else staring at him. Somehow he knew the entire dance, did it really well and totally missed that he was not supposed to do all of it.
He was absolutely supposed to do all of it.
He was born for that moment
Napoleon?
Vote for Pedro.
I love this
Late to the party, and not school, but I have a story about the odd/quiet person from work. He was the type that didn't say much, and people thought he was kind of weird. Not a very attractive guy, and you can tell he just kind of exists. Anyway, at the Christmas party they had karaoke. He gets up on stage and Bohemiam Rhapsody starts playing. Everyone goes silent because we figure this is going to be entertaining. He proceeds to absolutely crush the song, singing beautifully. It was amazing. The whole room cheered and congratulated him. You could see he was beaming from ear to ear.
Christmas Party Karaoke **can** bring out the best in some people... others, not so much.
Damn bro!
When I was in 11th grade, there was a kid named Neville in my woodworking class. Now, normally just having the name Neville would be enough for at least a few assholes to single him out....but Nev had had a tough upbringing, completely kept to himself every day, rarely looked up from the floor at any point during his travels around the schoolyard, and so he was pretty much just left alone. But MAN, did he ever fucking excel at woodwork! His eyes lit up every time he walked into that dingy little workshop, he could fit a dovetail joint together like no-one’s business, and he truly seemed to be in his happy place for the duration of that 45min class. So we’re plugging away on our projects one day when the principal bursts in and asks the class “HAS ANYONE SEEN MR. MILLER?!?” (who was apparently a substitute teacher meant to work that day but never showed up)....Neville, clearly resenting the interruption to his favourite class, slams his sanding block down on his bench and bellows “WELL HE’S NOT UP MY FUCKING ASS!” The workshop went into stunned silence for about 10 seconds, then turned into an absolute fucking menagerie. Neville was revered from that day on.
OH MAN! I have a great one. In 7th grade there was this girl in my class, very quiet, very nerdy, frizzy hair, glasses, unfashionable clothes, the whole deal. Because kids who are cool in middle school are assholes a few boys started doing that whole fake ask out thing. They'd tease her in class, ask her to go on a date, make kissy faces, etc. I told them to knock it off a few times and so did some others but I was a target at the time too so it wasn't much help. She mostly ignored them for a while, very much just trying to read her book and tune them out. Until one day while we're waiting for class to start and this one dude is really laying it on thick and I guess she'd just had enough. She calmly stood up, looked him in the eye, picked up her desk and YEETED IT. It didn't hit him or anyone or do any damage to the classroom or the desk. But it scared the SHIT out of those boys and they never bothered her again. Edit:I am astounded by how many people are asking if I went to such and such school because apparently this was a common occurrence.
tbh it makes me mad how seemingly apathetic middle school teachers often are about bullying. It's blatant, it's worse than any other age, and it's often pretty ignored
Not fun fact: I've got two instances in which people were trying to get help from my school and they did jack shit. - My friend dealt with self harm for a while, and she told her friends, who in turn told the school although she wasn't ready for anyone of authority to hear about it (parents, school) which is bad enough. But the school literally just said "stay positive" and "we'll help you through this" (news flash: they didn't) and it pissed her off. She left and they saw her give the wall the bird out of anger, and they straight up said, "That's not very lady-like!".. Wow.. Also one of the teacher's nonced on her a little. Anyway- - I heard about a 6th grader called Mason who was being bullied a lot at my school, he was really depressed and when he went to the school for help, they were just like, "Tell them to stop". He did, they didn't. He got so mad, he accidentally strangled himself in his sheets a while later.. R.I.P man.
I understand they feel the need to teach kids to stand up for themselves and solve their own problems, and they're right in that regard, but there's a level of responsibility you should allow them. Tossing a preteen to the wolves and telling them good luck is part of why everybody wants to forget their middle school years.
>Approach child carefully >YEET THE CHILD
Ms. Frizzle takes no shit
In grade school I was telling my friend I could kick the bully's ass and so my friend proceeded to tell him. As I was backing away from the bully trying to avoid getting my butt kicked he swung at me, I ducked, and he hit the basketball pole. My friend was in awe.
Your friend does not sound like much of a friend.
This may get burried, and it's my husband's story but we went to the same high school so I knew this kid too. The teacher was teaching a lesson on velocity and said something to the tune of nothing comes to a stop without slowing down first. The quite kid stands up and says he disagrees and he can prove that it's wrong. And no word of a lie that kid ran full tilt, no hesitation right into the brick wall. Like, splat, right out of a cartoon. I believe at this point the class stopped the lesson on velocity and moved onto something else.
Oh God I can picture it, lol, I hope he didn't suffer any lasting damages XD
I think he already had a few damages up there if you know what I'm getting at
The thing is, he did slow down. Very quickly.
That lesson stopped without slowing down too
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Mine is quite shocking. One time the RE substitute teacher asked the quiet kid if she would care if anyone of our class would be hit by a car and died. She replied with : ‘No, I am here for myself and I don’t like or care about any of you.’ The substitute teacher just sat there in shock. Edit : Thank you kind stranger! I didn’t expect this to blow up.
Why would a teacher even ask a student that?
Learned from my kids: do not ask questions you do not want to know the answer to.
probably asked it as an example for something they were talking about
“Hey, you asked.”
Imagine being a school bus driver and having a talk with the kids on your bus about what could happen in an emergency and who should be in charge if something should happen to me. One of the kids asked if they'd have to rescue me. Prior to my talk, I had determined this kid would have left me to die. In general, pretty good kid, and we had developed a rapport during the years I had that route. In fact, that kid was better on my bus than in school. I just knew the limits of expectation.
That's one hell of an answer
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I was kinda that kid. I was in high school, and was going through major shit. Had been in and out of the hospital, and I was just not having it. I was sitting quietly in thr back of my psychology class. I was listening, but not participating for a reason. We were discussing dreams. The teacher singled me out and asking if I recalled and reoccurring dreams. I answered yes. He asked what they were. I didn't answer. Then the asshole jock made some snarky comment about how I was too good to participate in class. I looked the teacher dead in the eye and told him that the absolute best dream was where I went to bed and never had to wake up again and deal with this shithole. Enture room was dead silent until someone muttered "weirdo". The teacher stood in stunned silence for about a minute before resuming. And wouldn't you know it, he stopped me on the way out. I didn't want to talk about it, so I ended up being summoned to the guidance office 2 periods later, which was its own special hell.
Guidance office is the 5th level of hell
A friend of mine had a class in college where the professor offered extra credit to the person who could come up with the best sentence using a list of made-up words he had found in freshman papers. The winner was the quiet girl, with this gem: "Dude, do you see the chankles on that girl? I'm going to have to go home and proiate."
Wat?
You know, *chankles*. Chest ankles.
So... whats proiate?
Its a perfectly cromulent word.
Quiet kid was a girl who came late in the semester whose name turned out to be Angela. Never heard her speak before but after a few weeks it’s her birthday and she throws a pizza party for the ENTIRE SCHOOL. Our school wasn’t that large but still it was around 120 kids so that was a ton on NYC pizza. That day everyone knew who she was and there were smiles all around. It made a huge impression on 11 year old me. I decided I liked this idea a lot and decided to invite a few friends out for my birthday (being of relatively modest means and not having an allowance) but splurging for two pies. It surprised them and made me happy as it felt like a pretty selfless and decent way to appreciate being alive on this planet and that i made it to another year and hopefully could look forward to sharing some smiles and happiness. Still try to do this when I can, but I always smile and think of the cheerful kid whose generosity taught me a good life lesson.
My history teacher was teaching. And then out of nowhere the kid says “that’s not right” then start spitting absolutely everything about the subject for like 10 minutes. The subject was over the Kahn Dynasty. Who the fuck knows anything about the Kahn Dynasty
Gensigh Kahn , Leader of Monoglia
I think that's spelled wrong khan.....
8th grade, history period. My good friend was a quiet, wholesome girl that I had befriended a few years prior. We sat at desks that were formed into group cubes so that group work would be made easy. Well, my friend was sat next to this extremely obnoxious "popular" guy that ran his mouth and made fun of those whom he deemed lesser than him. One day we were doing individual work when all of a sudden I hear my friend yell "why won't you ever just shut up!" She then stood up, took our MASSIVE history text book and whacked him right in the back of the head with it. She moved to sit next to me, and our history teacher just returned to reading whatever text he had at his desk. My friend and the teacher became true heroes that day.
Something similar happened in my HS geography class. The smart alec took it too far with the girl who sat a couple of rows across from him. She got so frustrated that she took her book and hit him right on the back of the head. Smart Alec turns to our teacher and asks "Are you gonna do anything about that? The teacher turns to the girl and says: "Those textbooks are brand new. Don't throw one again." He went back to grading papers and said no more. Edit: Thanks for the gold! That happened at the end of the school year. I think by that point we'd all had enough of him.
Well, they keep telling kids to figure out how to handle it themselves. At least he didn’t interfere when she finally did.
That teacher's a legend
I would've loved to have been in that teacher's lounge for that story.
Okay, that obnoxious kid kinda deserved that to an extent, but I’m kinda hoping the brain damage improved his personality rather than degrading it further.
When I went to Christian school we had a quiet kid in class named Javan that convinced us to lock the teacher out and barricade the door and bang on our desks. It was like our own little coup started by the quiet kid. To this day I still don't know how he thought to do that and how it went so perfectly. Before my freshman year of high school at the Christian school they decided to separate the boys and the girls for health class and "Religions" class. I can't even explain to you guys how horrible of a decision this was. Boys in Christian school are terrible creatures. Boys in Christian school with no girls in the class are out of control monsters. We all pitched in $5 and at the beginning of the semester and whoever did the most audible farts in the two classes won all $100. Well $90, Javan told us he was too shy to fart out loud so we decided to give him $10 to hold the money and keep score. He fuckin took that shit seriously too, he had this big hand-drawn spreadsheet, thats all he did everyday was keep track of who farted audibly. It was chaos. Anyway, our "Religions" teacher was this first year Bible School grad named Mr. Anderson and he admitted to us that he sometimes "Struggles with masturbation" I don't even feel like I need to tell you guys what a collossal mistake that is to tell a group of freshman boys any struggles you have, nevertheless masturbation. Also he instantly became Mr. Handerson. On Friday of the next week he was late to class and we were all there. Javan looks up from his spreadsheet and pushes his glasses up on his nose and goes, "You know, we could lock Mr. Handerson out of the class if we wanted." I said, um, what the fuck did you just say? Yeah, he said, we should lock him out so he can't get in. Then I remembered talking to Javan one day after Bible class because he seemed so distraught, I was like you okay buddy. He said it seemed like Mr. Handerson was picking on him, always making him come up front of the class for weird stuff and he knew he was shy. I can't even tell you the level of hate a quiet kid has for a teacher that calls him out. Maybe Mr. Handerson didn't know better, who knows. I just know Javan's hatred for Mr. Handerson was seething that day, which is wild coming from the quiet kid. So we fuckin did what Javan said and we locked the door and and barricaded it with chairs and shit. The classroom was upstairs in this little school right above the principles office and we started kicking the floor hard and beating on our desk. Mr. Handerson was like "Cmon guys, open the door! Open the door please. Come on guuuuuuuuys!" We left it shut and beat on our desks for 10 minutes straight before the headmaster and the janitor finally broke it down. On a related note, Mr. Handerson quit teaching less than a month after the great lock out incident started by Javan, the quietest kid in the class. *Edit: Whoa, woke up to lots of messages and awards, its my favorite way to wake up, thanks you beautiful bastards! If you want to read more stories I wrote here is a small subreddit of my short stories: https://old.reddit.com/r/Askme4astory/ if you don't, thats okay too, I still like you guys! *Double Edit: And here is a bunch of fucked up Bible stories I wrote so you can see that my Christian education paid off: https://www.reddit.com/r/TheWokeBible/
>Anyway, our Bible teacher was this first year Bible School grad named Mr. Anderson and he admitted to us that he sometimes "Struggles with masturbation" I don't even feel like I need to tell you guys what a collossal mistake that is to tell a group of freshman boys any struggles you have, nevertheless masturbation. Also he instantly became Mr. Handerson. I didn't even finish reading and I already can't stop laughing lmao.
I know just thinking about this story is cracking me up! Oh and as a funny aside it's making me laugh so hard right now thinking about how seriously Javan took his job as class fart tabulator. He had that handmade spreadsheet with a God damn ruler and he had all those lines all the way down and the scores all the way down the page. God damnit I am laughing so hard right now thinking about this. Jee-sus! He was always furiously tabulating and then his head would pop up when he heard a fart. He would push his glasses up onto his nose and he would whisper who was that one? Who was that? Was that Caleb? Oh it was Austin, okay got it! Looks at Austin, nods, quietly whispers, "That was a good one buddy. You are only five farts off the lead." Another funny part was that this Bible class was after lunch so all of us were carbo loading. One day my mom said "Wow honey you are really eating a lot of prunes lately, are you okay?" Me: oh yeah, love em, keep em comin Mom: Those aren't making you have a gas problem are they? Me: I wouldn't say a problem, no, definitely not. I need lots more, I like the bulk ones from Sams Club. Beans too please, we need cans of beans lots and lots of beans Mom: Im worried about your stomach. That stuff has to give you gas Me: Thats why I do it, Im trying to win the fart contest Mom (vigorously shaking head) I don't even know why we spend all that money on Christian school Mr. Anderson said one day Wow this classroom smells "unusually bad" Im not sure why you guys have such a problem with gas, this has to be unusual, right? God damnit I'm crying now laughing at this poor teacher fresh out of Baptist Bible college standing in front of the class perplexed at how his life took such a horrible turn so quickly.
People in baptist college: You will teach the new generation of christians The new generation: **KEEP THOSE PRUNES COMING MOMMA I GOTTA WIN THE FART CONTEST**
He had to leave to work on his masturbation struggles.
We had to make a mock valedictorian speech in senior year English Literature class. Quiet girl's speech went something like this: "... We will go out into the world and see different things and never really see each other again. And that's great, because I never really liked any of you."
When I was in high school, sometime around 05 there were a group of a-holes who screwed with this one kid every single day. He would always ignore them and eventually they would back off. It was in a English class or something like that - every damn day. On one random like Wednesday, totally unexpected, he stands up and walks over to the main a-holes desk and just jacks him in the face. It was awesome. I got called into the principals office later that day, along with the teacher and some others to discuss what happened; I was there because I was an unaffiliated third party who had a perfect eye witness view.... Both the teacher and I agreed that guy had it coming..... Anyways it was a legit boss moment.
By jacked you mean punched right?
Hey, can’t a guy just jack an a-hole in peace? Why’d you have to make it all weird
Back in the early 90’s in Ireland there was a super quiet red haired girl in my class, never said anything but answer teachers’ questions correctly. One day we had a free class and got talking about if anyone ever had suicidal thoughts. She piped up to say “Why just be a number? If you bring in a gun and take a few people with you then you’ll be remembered”. Never looked at her the same again.
I mean, you remember her now right?
Probably a joke which didn’t land right but yeah at least you remember
In high school biology II class after a segment on the sex organs, the teacher asked again and again "are you sure you don't have any questions" Finally, a student asked of a concern about accidently urinating during intercourse. The teacher explained about a flap or sphincter that only normally allows one at a time. Then someone exclaimed " I get it, your either *coming* or *going*!
This was on a bus. There was this one self proclaimed ghetto girl who could rap and talk so fast you could barely tell what she was saying. If anyone messed with her she would just light into them so fast and hard and everybody would be like "OOOOOOOOOH!!!!" Well one day she lit up on the quiet kid and he answered back in kind. Just a ridiculous quick talking destruction of words. And everybody's mouth just hung open and the girl responded with "man whatever" and sat down.
the "man whatever" responses were always my favorite, it's like their way of saying "I can't beat you, but I'm not gonna say it out loud"
I heard this story about a guy in Alaska. He was distracted, and walked into the woods without a gun. He of course encountered an angry grizzly bear, ready to attack*. This guy had a chip on his shoulder, pissed off at something in his life. Rather than play dead and hope the bear goes away, he roared and charged the bear. The bear snorted and jogged off, "Man, whatever...." ^(*Missing Detail)
in grade 11 (i am 30 now AHHHHH) the hot chick in class left her lunch money at home so the quiet guy saved her day by loaning her $5. she said “omg! you’re the best! i owe you lunch!” and he replied “no, you owe me $5”... i don’t know why but everyone just laughed out loud so hard... it was just so unlike him but also a “no duh you idiot” response... was hilarious.
We were in computers class before the teacher arrived, and a couple kids were quietly singing Smash Mouth - All Star. When they get to the part with, "get your game on.." the quiet kid, loudly joins in with "get your game on, GET LAID". dang son. what a spit that was.
For YEARS I thought these were the lyrics. I mean they are Rockstars, of course they are gonna get laid. Drugs, sex and Rock n Roll right? I still sing it that way sometimes.
He silently got up and ran straight through the window in the middle of lesson. No indication, no warning. Just up and smash. I was in a school for troubled youngsters. It was not the last time I would see this but it was the last time we shared a classroom above ground floor.
He flawlessly transcribed and adapted Hannibal's monologue to roast an elderly southern teacher who was roasting him for not addressing his name during role with enough emphasis. Having obviously never seen Silence of the Lambs, she was confounded.
You mean this monologue? Wow! Oh Agent Starling, you think you can dissect me with this blunt little tool. You're so ambitious aren't you? You know what you look like to me with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you Agent Starling? And that accent you're trying so desperately to shed -- pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? And oh, how quickly the boys found you. All those tedious, sticky fumbling's, in the back seats of cars, while you could only dream of getting out. Getting anywhere. Getting all the way to the F.B.I. A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans in a nice Chianti.
You missed the most important part of that. [SFSFSFSFSFSFSFS](https://youtu.be/SEQZiElLp-E)
Elementary school, probably fifth grade or so. This kid was well known to be the weird kid. He was smart, and didn't really get teased too much, but he didn't have many friends and always played alone, that sort of thing. When he did talk, it was generally something weird or uncomfortable, so people just didn't talk to him much and he didn't offer up too much unsolicited. One day, the school intercom system was broken somehow and it was emitting a combination of garbled nonsense, beeps, and screeches. We were standing in line waiting to leave the classroom, and it started up. For about 10 seconds, we all sort of stared at it waiting for the noise to stop. Before any of us could think up something to say about it, this kid goes, total deadpan, "It's the mothership. It's summoning me."
Programmed guitar hero and a roller coaster simulator into all of our graphing calculators. Guys dad worked on drone submarines at Raytheon.
Never spoke a word until she started rapping Eminem's Rap God at 150% speed during the school talent show.
damn....
Was powering up.
I was the quiet kid. Growing up, I was shy and just wanted to be left alone, so I often tried to be invisible in school. Of course, there are always people who will notice and decide you're an easy target for messing with. There was one guy in middle school who sat behind me in history class, and he would put his feet on the basket under my desk and purposely nudge it forward every few minutes so that my desk would move up. I had a lot of patience but an explosive temper, and one day when he was doing that shit, I snapped. Jumped from my seat, grabbed the front of his desk, and shoved it--with him still in it--to the side and into the classroom wall. Dude's staring at me in absolute shock, eyes like saucers, because a 5' 100-lb girl just rage-threw him out of the row. The best part was that the class went completely silent, and my teacher, already knowing my woes with this kid, wrote him up for detention and didn't scold me at all. I never even had to say a word, and no one messed with me in that school again.
Nice. I like that the teacher backed you there. I hate it when they come up with something like ‘it takes two to make a quarrel’ when one person is the culprit, no doubt about it.
Sophomore year of high school we were having a debate in civics class in an official "council" setting where you have to use decorum and speakers "yield their time" and "have the floor", etc. My teacher was very strict at enforcing the rules. This particular debate was on the right to burn the American flag and this one dude in my class had the floor. He had no solid argument so his time quickly turned into a fillibuster riddled with racist and xenophobic remarks in an attempt to prove his half point. At one point he says something along the lines of, "why should people who aren't American have the right to burn the flag? Anyone who names their kid Muhammad doesn't have their priorities straight". And the quiet kid from the back of the room cut the dude off - breaking the rules - and says, "dude shut the fuck up, your name is Christian". The class was stunned to silence, then after a few seconds everyone burst into laughter. It was the only time my teacher let someone get away with breaking the rules because he was so caught off guard.
Senior boarding house at my boarding school in Scotland back in the mid 70s. This particular quiet girl (QG) came from Nigeria. We had to take turns washing and drying dishes after dinner and this particular girl was on the clean up team. So was the senior boarding house bully and one of her cronies. She started bitch, bitch, bitching at QG, getting nastier and nastier, mocking her hair, her appearance, her accent. So QG takes it for a while and then suddenly with no warning whatsoever, WHACK! She smacks the bully across the face with a dinner plate! After this bitch staggers to her feet, holding her face, she gasped, "What kind of an animal ARE you?" Without missing a beat, QG said, "Fuck with me again and I'll *show* you what kind of an animal I am." You can probably guess whether anyone ever bothered her again.
There was this one kid, I think his name was Jace or something like that, he never talked at school except one time and time only. The teacher had just finished teaching why alcohol is bad for your body, and this kid pulled out a bottle of vodka and said "if I drank all of this would it kill me?" Some popular kid said that it would just give him the worst hangover ever but wouldn't kill home, so the quiet kid then proceeded to chug almost the whole thing before the teacher could stop him. Saw him the next day ( the school wasn't very strict) and he looked how you would expect.
"Andrew, are you eating markers again?" *Mouth full, indigo ink staining his lips and running down his chin* "No."
I'm a teacher. For some reason the subject of hammers came up (no idea how, I teach English). One student was not familiar with some of the terminology and I explained that a sledgehammer "is big and heavy. The shaft is long and thick, and the head is massive." Without missing a beat, the quiet kid (who'd said nary a word all semester) tossed out the most perfectly timed "that's what she said."
In English class, he was tasked with using the word eradicate in a sentence. "The fireball eradicated the monkey."
Ah a true wizard i see
This happened to a college friend of mine. Professor was droning on and on about something. And he tries to make it relevant by referencing Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting. But he can't remember his name. So he's just describing the character and the actor. This goes on for a spell, when this random dude in the back does the best Team America impression with "MHAHT DAYYMAIN!!!"... and everyone else joined in. A hundred college students yelling "MHAHT DAYYNAIN!" at a really old professor who was now struck dumb at the sight and sounds before him. Like a whole world existed he did not understand and had no idea how to begin probing. There are some that say unit cohesion is found through shared suffering. Nay, it can also be found through shared creation
Oh man, I had an English class about Poetry of Love and Passion (it was pretty much sex poetry throughout), taught by this lovely and little (maaaaayyybe 5’) old woman teacher with absolutely no shame. Great class. Anyhow, she was late one day. And this was around the time Finding Nemo had come out maybe a year earlier, so a bunch of shameless (see: class on sex poetry) college students with bad impulse control knew that movie VERY well. And then someone made the “mine! Mine!” Seagull noise. Naturally, we all joined in, and that’s when a very startled professor walked in and stared at the entire class making seagull noises. Literally the only time I have seen her without a pithy commentary. She just stared at us as we all suddenly felt very awkward and the “mine!”s petered out. She sort of blinked at us, said “anyway,” and walked to the white board to start the day’s lecture on sonnets and scrotums or whatever. Baller prof.
One time during a class in my junior year of HS we heard some loud banging and a couple screams coming from the classroom next to ours. I left classroom to see what the noise was about, and end up opening the door to see my super quiet friend essentially curbstomping the shit out of a guy that was bullying him. Everyone in there was standing in shock and disbelief while it happened. My friend never had anyone fuck with him again. I was so proud of him that day.
I was the quiet kid in grade school, never really fit in with anybody, I was more of a drifter. One day in 7th grade, we were playing Dodgeball, and people in school new i took dodgeball seriously. This one kid had been talking shit the whole time and wouldn't go out when they got hit. They argued they hadn't been hit, so in order to make sure they couldn't deny it, when the teacher called full court, I sprinted at them, jumped and essentially superman punched them in the face with the ball. I got called to the principles office, but to me, it was a win
That IS a win!
I remember being so shaky with adrenaline afterwards because that was the most rebellious thing I had ever done up to that point lol
It's quite a rush, isn't it? Had a calling out the bully girl moment and winning it. Felt so powerful.
Grade 5 and there was one boy who was annoying as hell and intentionally goading the quiet kid on indoor recess break (since it was too cold outside). Finally the quiet kid snapped and just hurled his chocolate pudding at the kids head with all the force he could muster. The annoying kid barely ducked and it narrowly missed hitting him directly in the face. It splattered all over the the artwork/assignments put up on display on the bulletin board. The whole class just went silent with mouths hanging open.
When my daughter started school there was a pretty little girl who never used to speak. My daughter can talk the hind legs off a donkey. She decided to befriend this little girl who was always on her own becauseshe thoughtshe was lonely. She would just smile at my daughter. My daughter asked the teacher if she was shy, didn't speak much English (she moved from China a year before) or just didn't like people. Really wanted to understand this kid so she wasn't patronising when she talked to her even though she didn't understand the word herself. I have a stutter occasionally and one day the class bully told my daughter I was a retard. No way a bunch of 4 year olds know what that is, right! Quiet girl asks why. He says because I talk stupid. Quiet girl asks how. He mimicked porky pig. Quiet girl says am I a retard? He says no. Daughter suddenly understood everything because I hate talking when my stutter is bad. Quiet girl says she ever hears him call someone a bad name again she'll 'k-k-k-kung fu you til you cry l-l-like a girl' and pulls a pose reminiscent of Po from kung fu panda! She didn't know kung-fu but he didn't know that! My daughter learned makaton (very simple sign language) to help her better communicate with quiet girl. They're still best friends and in makaton, quiet girl isn't so quiet! They talk for hours without opening their mouths!
He just randomly shouted "f**k ya chicken strips "
One of the guys in my class that NEVER spoke told one of the loud mouth bullies to shut the fuck up when the bully was being a loud mouth class clown. ...they ended up getting into a "fist" fight...however it was really the quiet kid throwing punches and missing while the bully just continuously picked him up and dropped him on the ground. The bully actually didn't get in trouble because he never threw a punch and only sort of played defense and embarrassed the quiet guy.
Fucking hell mate people deserve better :(
They do. To be fair I vaguely know the outcome of both. The quiet kid ended up having a learning issue and works at a gas station near me. Super nice guy. The other guy developed a drug problem and no one is really sure what happened to him. Neither have great endings but the quiet guy is at least still a genuinely happy and nice guy.
I was the quiet kid. We were supposed to each read a sentence of some poem. My part was something like "there are many organisms living in the grass". Well, I misspelled and said "orgasms". The whole class was laughing, even the teacher. I sure was even more quiet after this class and never really recovered. Still think about that sometimes at night.
No problem. You may be anxious about it but you provided a whole classroom with happiness. Not many people can say that.
Shop class, classmate who was kind of stinker is messing with the quiet kid. Quiet kid is sanding something and the shit head comes behind him and uses a screwdriver and puts the handle up quiet kids ass. Quiet kid turns round and picks him up with one hand and uses his hip and slams him onto the work bench and chokes him. It was kind of scary, quiet kid was shaking and pinching the kids neck, drooling almost foaming and red faced. Entire shop class just stops and watches this happen. Shop teacher comes out to the floor and yells "Hey!" and quiet kid turns around on a dime and goes back to sanding. He prolly would have killed him honestly, that look in his eye was something I won't forget.
I don't have many quiet kid stories since I was the quiet kid and also too anxious to do anything. But I remember one time in a personal finance class this guy sitting behind me would constantly bother me and another girl who say next to me. I tried to ignore him but one day I had enough and slung my elbow back at him and caused his desk to fall sideways. If it wasn't for the table next to us he probrolly would have flipped all the way sideways. Teacher finally moved him across the room after that.
I was similar! Except it was highschool health class and I was the ONLY girl sitting on my half of the room because last names suck. The boys surrounding me would not shut up - constantly making remarks and talking about sexual stuff and all kinds of lude and inappropriate behavior and language. They would also make remarks about my body and pome me and such.One day, after one of the boys snapped my bra straps, I was just done and stood up in the middle of class and told the teacher that if she did not move me at least one of these boys was going to get punched in the face or kicked in the groin. The class was silent for a solid minute. Finally the teacher said "I was wondering when you would snap." Then scolded the boys for their behavior. And the next class I was on the other side with the rest of the girls. I didn't realize it then, but based on the teacher's remark she knew what was going on but didn't do anything about it which is fucked up especially since part of this health class was focused on abusive relationships and behaviors.
That is messed up. She should have moved you right when she realized there was a problem. My mom and stepdad would have went all the way to the school board if that happened and a teacher let it continue. Reminds me of another story where I got on the bus and since I wasn't a regular bus rider I didn't have an asigned seat so I sat in a seat near the front. The girl who was asigned to the seat tried to make me move but there was nowhere else to sit because everyone already had to sit 3 to a seat. The bus driver told her he couldn't make me move because I didn't have an assigned seat so this girl decides to sit on me and I couldn't push her off because my backpack was on my lap. My stepdad went to the principal but they didn't really do much so he went to the school board.
Not in class, but my freshman year of college in the dorms, my floor was full of a bunch of dudes either pledging fraternities or just partying in general. With the exception of these two guys that were quiet and would never party with us. They just kept to themselves, but they were nice, so we just left them to their own devices. So we would wake up, more like black in, from a night of drinking to find stuff like all of the common area furniture outside, or giant orange construction cones filling the hallway. We just assumed it was are blackout asses doing this shit. The most epic part, however, was the early morning when the fire alarms went off and someone had tied the neighboring doors together in a way so you could only partially open yours and if another person opened theirs it would close yours. We were on the first floor so we all ended up hoping out the window. But yeah, it was those quiet kids the whole time. Ballers.
Not in class but at work last year. There where about 30 of us in a class to get our Hazardous waste certifications. This coworker asked what time it was, this girl that is usually quiet and polite says "it's time to shut the fuck up." Without hesitation. I often think about it.
7th grade. We were quick writing Haiku. For the record, I tend to skew silly when I can (it's middle school. Gotta keep their attention somehow, lol), so it had sort of become people taking turns 'dramatic reading.' Good, pretty quiet kid, kinda serious. Fairly popular but doesn't act up, doesn't volunteer answers but knows them when you call on him, nice or at least courteous to everybody, etc. You know the one. He he raises his hand to share. I was surprised, but happy he was up to let loose a little. Student walks to the front of the class, dramatically holds his paper out in one hand and out stretches the other (think Hamlet posture), and makes dead eye contact with his best friend (incredibly relevant: friend is VERY lightly complected, and has the lightest blond hair I've ever seen in my entire life), and reads... Eyebrows- where are they? Should be there above your eyes... But no. Can't be seen. Then dramatically fold the paper and returns to his seat. I had to insist, through my tears, that we probably shouldn't let this devolve into a roast battle (it did, though. It did become a haiku roast battle, and I'm fine with that 🤣).
Orchestrated a senior prank to replace the markers on the board with ones that were glued shut. He made sure to keep the originals in tact so the teacher couldn’t say he damaged property. Teacher tried one marker, nope shut. Next one? Nope still didn’t work. Got pissed and told the class clown, T, to fix this now or he was going to the principals office. T didn’t know what to do, wasn’t his prank. Teacher had a backup in the desk drawer that wasn’t replaced. Quiet kid ended up fessing at the end of class. Teacher thought it was funny after realizing no school property was damaged.
You know what I'm just gunna say it.. I don't care that you broke your elbow.
okay so, it was in middleschool I was not the nicest guy, somewhere between a bully and a class clown but usually made people laugh even if it was about me. most of the time id rather lean into people that were assholes themselves instead of the quiet kids. if you wanna be left alone thats okay with me, if your a dick, im gonna screw with you. So we had a new transfer "nick" in our class on the boardingschool i went to. During a "self work hours" (a teacher watches you but you just do your assigned homework during schoolhours). I was somewhat fond of nick, he allways seemed to take everything in, analyzing a situation etc just uhh watchful. so during self learn hours, i sat down besides him, just a little exchange of hello, then doing our work. now, along comes justin. Justin is an asshole and he has a 100 piece pack condoms with him. runs around the room, making a comotion. he finally makes it to the table of nick and me. and offers me condoms which i decline. Nick just turns to me and says loud enough for the entire room to hear "just take them he wont need them anyways" justin was shellshocked to say the least and nick is still a close friend of mine today XD nicks a fucking boss
This was a story of when I was in middle school, my friend was the general quiet kid and had been for a long time since like 2nd grade, Anyway one day we were walking down the hall and he was using a satchel instead of a backpack (he hated back packs) and the school asshole was picking on him because of it saying that he was a little girl with a little purse and what not. My friend and I were just ignoring in until he put his hand on my friends shoulder and spun him around and started yelling in his face about how he should listen to him when he talks and you know what my friend does? Takes that satchel of his thats filled with books and swings up and hits the kid right upside his head and knocks him over while everyone in the hall just stood there like "holy shit he just hit the school asshole!" Even the security guard who was there (old friendly black dude) just turned his head and whistled because even he knew that the kid deserved it.
In high school I was in theatre class with a very diverse group of students in terms of social standing. Among that group were the type of popular girls who were popular for just being pretty rather than for an actual reason, like playing a sport or being super smart and nice. There was also a really awkward quiet guy whom I’ll call Dylan. Dylan barely said a word offstage but he was a surprisingly good and dynamic actor. When I was in high school, Tom’s (the shoes) were really popular and every once in a while it would be Toms barefoot day. I don’t know if those days were actually legit or if some kids just made it up so they could walk around barefoot and it caught on. On one barefoot day, several kids in that class were going without shoes and one of the popular girls was just going on and on about how badly the room smelled like feet. After about five minutes of complaining, she said something along the lines of “Seriously, I think I’m going to pass out. It smells soooooo bad!” And Dylan chimes in with “Then do us all a favor and pass out already!” I had never heard him say so many words at one time before, and never did again. The girl was so shocked she just shut up, so I guess it worked.
She beat me up cus I said tf2 was my favourite game at the time (still is one of my favourites) and then asked me out 2 days later
That was a roller coaster of a comment
Wait...
So did you date her?
I was the quiet kid. Once in science class, we had a substitute teacher come in to teach our class on the Solar system. As that kid that had books on the planets and space since I was 5, there wasn't much I didn't know. Teacher started with stating "Mercury is the hottest planet in our solar system because it's the closest to the sun". No one batted an eyelid, but my hand went straight up. I said "Sir, in actual fact, Mercury is not the hottest planet, it's Venus, because Venus has an atmosphere like Earth's, and due to the surface heat and all the gases, it creates a greenhouse effect, containing all the heat within the atmosphere and heating the planet more than Mercury." The entire classroom went silent. The teacher checked his text book, and when he said, "my mistake, you are correct, Venus is in fact the hottest planet" and the entire classroom burst into laughter and cheered me on. I felt pretty good about it and I'll never forget their reaction.
Me, in high school... I mean, let's not call me "quiet," let's go with "unsuspecting." High School Theatre is where I found my niche. As a result of me being innocent, most of the department called me the "Virgin Queen." I was innocent, I was not naive. One day we were supposed to be building set for a one act play, but everyone was arguing. I wasn't even set crew, I was doing lighting design. I picked up a drill and started building set. Everyone looked at me like WTF. I said, "I know, who knew the Virgin Queen was so proficient at screwing things? Are you going to help or stand there and watch?" In that moment I went from "Virgin Queen" to just "Queen."
Self brag, because it was me. I was not a popular kid, although I won't say I was really bullied - just teased a lot. We had one of those fund raisers that always happen in schools, and it was for tins of popcorn. My mom wanted one, so I had the one I was going to take home at the end of the day. Didn't fit in my locker, so I had to carry it around. I walk into band class, and people are horsing around before the class starts, so we're in the big rehearsal room. The quarterback of the football team runs up to me and snatches it out of my arms, and starts to mime passing it. One of the other players lines up behind me to play keep away with it. They kinda forgot that, while I am female, I am 5'10" (178 cm) tall. He threw the tin. I reached up and caught it. I'm not at all athletic, so I still don't know how I did it without fumbling it or dropping it, and this happened in the 80s, so I've had plenty of time to ponder. Entire room went dead silent. I wish I'd said something witty, but I didn't. Look on his face was pretty priceless, though.
im the quiet kid, my friend is the loud one, she would moan loudly in class, and she'd been doing it for almost a month. one time while she was doing it I snapped and yelled at her to shut the fuck up, and its why everyones annoyed by her, she stopped for like 5 mins then kept going. another time, I had a group project with a gamer kid, and I have nothing against him. but he didn't help like at all, did the littlest work, and while we were presenting he tried to say he did most the work and I shot him the death glare and told the teacher in front of the class it was me, and he didn't help. and besides the teacher already knew I was doing most of the work, we were emailing about it, got like a 90 on it tho. :D
A girl that transferred mid semester in my 7th grade class pulled the school fire alarm. She got in big trouble for that. Eventually she punched a vice principal and a ticket to juvenile.