Warning - I am VERY bad at explaining stories especially cause of my ADHD, so please bear with me! I had a lot of bad stories, but the worst one in my opinion was when I was in the 4th grade. I had a bad childhood, and the day before this, my abusive father beat my butt with a belt(I had bruises on my butt too). The day after, it was after school and I was wondering where my brother was. The principal told me then to go to the office cause my brother was in there and they needed to talk to me. I got scared cause I thought I was in trouble, but turns out my brother had told people that we were being abused. There were police and social workers and they wanted to examine me, but I was almost in tears begging them not to. I was really scared to show them but it was for a good cause. I also felt really embarrassed cause I was in the fourth grade and kids my age of course didn't know why the "weird girl" was out of school for almost a full year. I got bullied and it didn't make me feel good, especially when the abuse still continued. It's been years later and I feel resentment for my classmates from back then and myself for even being in foster care cause it never really helped.

I can slightly relate to story 4, it was 4th grade and our teacher had just left to go visit a hospitalized family member. Before she left I had finished my work ahead of time so when the substitute came in to read a book to the kids thst finished, she paused on page 4 just to ealk over to me and tell me to do my work. I then responded that I had already finished my work, so she went back to reading, then in the middle of the book she walked over to me again and told me to do my work, thinking she was joking or something, I reminded her that I had already done my work. Then for the last time she walked over to me, and told me to do my work, thinking shes stupid or something I told her that I finished my freaking work, she then said, "Fine go to the office." So I did and when it was linchtime she csne to the office and I asked if I could go eat lunch, she then yelled, "No!" Luckily the office lady behind her back tokd me that I could go to lunch. Wotst part is she still works as a substitute and I still hear rumors of her to this day, one rumor is she bullied a kid for being fat, and bullied a kid for being black. She is still to this day the person i hate most of all the teachers and substitutes I've had.

I was bullied all the time in elementary, especially because I was an undiagnosed autistic who everyone just saw as weird. Although the most stupid thing I got bullied for was my glasses case. When my first basic black case broke, I decided to get a cool looking gold patterned case. Yet this annoying group of boys were constantly calling my glasses case a "phone" and saying stuff like "You can't have your phone out in class". Even the teacher got tired of them. This was in 6th grade, the oldest grade in our school. (Also the school banned chocolate milk which is just mean >:[ )

When I broke my leg in the 5th grade. It led to the worst 2 years of schooling I ever faced after. The teachers made it a rule where I could not be picked on and was encouraged to befriend me during classes and recess. A lot of the students did not like this so when 6th grade came around, I ended up being the most hated kid in school. Got even worse in the 7th grade I was forced to be home schooled for half the year as the staff would not or could not do anything about the excessive bullying I was facing. 8th grade came around and it was a different school with no one from my previous school and it was much better. I did have one bully, but that ended real quick when I finally stood up for myself from being sick and tired to being someone else's punching bag.

This happened in 4th grade. It was recess, and I was playing on the swings like I normally do. My hands slipped when I was backwards and all the way up, and fell on the mulch. The recess paras were gossiping to each other and it took a preschooler pointing me out for them to notice. I had a sprained wrist, and it hurt like a lot the next few weeks. Still salty about that. Not the worst thing that happened in Elementary school but it's the first thing that came to mind.

@Shadow_Microwaive

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I also fell off a swing and put ALL of my body weight on my hands, and some how they were fine (not the worst experience)

@MoritsukiRei

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Sounds like me. Last week of 5th grade on top of the spider bars. Fell off, sprained one wrist and broke the other. Spent the whole summer in a full arm cast.

@Techlifeandmore

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@@MoritsukiRei oh that must have really sucked.

My elementary school didn't know how to handle me (afab), a child who is both dyslexic and adhd riddled, but well read, it just took me a while longer than other kids. I hopped around from special education classes to elementary advanced classes. This made it so much harder to keep up with other students. This all happened within the year before middle school. And they wondered why I nearly flucked out of middle school. One of the teachers whose classes I was transferred out of because of all that mess ended up giving me a going away present with a note that said I was the worst student she has ever had and she was glad she never had to see me again. It was a beanie baby

I got bullied a lot in 4th-5th grade, mostly at recess. I was a weird kid who liked to play pretend a lot, mostly as animals, and a group of guys thought this was funny and teased me relentlessly over it. I didn’t want to tell a playground monitor because despite how upset I was, I didn’t like anyone getting in trouble, so I never did anything outside of telling them to stop. One day, around the beginning-middle of 5th grade, it got so bad that I started crying and sprinted off the playground. There was a long path that lead to the blacktop where we lined up to go back inside, and I made it around halfway up the path before stopping to just cry where no one was around. I had a big group of friends I’d been playing with, but not a single one of them came after to ask if I was ok. Instead, another of my friends I hadn’t been playing with that day ran over and asked if I was ok. He somehow got me to stop crying and calm me down, and eventually we went back to the playground. I don’t really remember what happened after that, but I do know for the rest of the year I would just swing on the swings instead of run around on the main part of the playground (where I was usually tormented). I think that was the start of me being a complete loner however, as it wasn’t until high school that I managed to make a friend that I actually wanted to spend time with outside of school. The combination of being picked on purely for being myself and the fact that none of my main friend group came to help me I guess made me not want to interact with many people, and when I did I never thought it would be anything long term, so I was usually alone. It’s also probably a contributing reason why I was kinda afraid to talk to guys for a long time, including that one friend I had, which sucked, cuz he was a really great guy (and still is). I’ve kinda managed to move past that now, after going to college and working a couple customer service jobs. But yeah, that segment of my life may not be nearly as bad as some other stories on here, but that experience did it’s damage, and it’s definitely been something that influenced me for a long time

Seeing the joy drain from Mr. Fact's face when a poop story comes up makes me laugh harder than it should.

I had a pair of bullies in 1st grade. In 2nd grade they discovered it was the most hilarious thing to catch me off guard and kick me in the sack. On two occasions the principal decided to give me detention for "fighting". I should note, it was a catholic school, and it had been seared in to my little head that one must always turn the other cheek, just as Jesus would, so I never fought back in these "fights" although I did have a really good friend who would stand up for me when he could. Most times I would just get detention for being disruptive or disrespectful, but I ended up in the hospital on one occasion because the force had been enough to swell me to the size of an orange. I was swollen, discolored, and in pain for days. This lead to me having bladder issues for the next couple of years requiring me to use the bathroom very frequently. The next year my parents started the year off by letting my new teacher know about the issue and asking her to look out for me around those kids and to understand that I would need to take frequent pee breaks, so to please be accommodating. About halfway through the school year we had a test, I told my teacher I needed the bathroom first, but she refused, insisting no one left until the exam was over. I flew through the questions, asked her again because I was holding on so tight I was sweating buckets, and still no, wait till everyone was finished. When everyone was finished, she still made me sit at my desk while we all graded each other's tests until I pissed myself, which got all over me, my backpack, and the backpacks of the three kids in my desk group. I had never been so humiliated, and still I had to finish grading my classmates test before being sent to walk all the way to the principal's office in my shame. My parents finally pulled me out of that school after that incident. I'm well and grown now, but shoot blanks, and I often wonder if the trauma of their kick-Sam-in-the-beans game had anything to do with my infertility.

In 2nd or 3rd grade, I had a teacher who had sleep apnea. At that point, she was one of my favorite teachers. Right at the end of the first semester, my class found out she died in her sleep. So one of the bus drivers was our substitute for *half a year.* I should note that I'd had this lady as a sub before, and I preferred her at her primary job within the school. We were doing two to three times as much work as we should've been doing. It was around this time that I was diagnosed with Asperger's.

The “Eye for an Eye” rule is neither from the New nor Old Testament, it’s Hammurabi’s Law

@karrlishenton2442

Жыл бұрын

FINALLY someone who learned there elementary school facts

@emberfist8347

Жыл бұрын

@@karrlishenton2442 Some of the laws were included in the Book of Deuteronomy.

In second grade, we had a system where a comprehensive list of students' names was maintained. Each time a student failed to complete their homework, a dot was added next to their name. Accumulating three dots resulted in one hour of detention that week. It's worth noting that we also had a class-wide homework exemption policy if everyone completed their assignments. To cut a long story short, by the end of the year, I had approximately 300 dots next to my name. This led to "widespread dislike" from my classmates. However, the twist was that the detention took place during our 7th-grade physics class, and being the nerd I was and still am, I absolutely loved sitting in there. BUT I probably gave me classmates a rather bad time lmao.

I thank my lucky stars that I went through the Finnish school system (before they started actively ruining it) in a rural area. Super small school at first (about 20 students, grades 1-6) and then a bit bigger, but not a huge school (about 600 students, grades 7-9) to which everybody in that town went to. It was so easy to make good friends in the early grades so I never really got picked on.

@DraptorRonin

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What did they do to ruin their own school systems?

@BoloH.

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​@@DraptorRonin Budget cuts. They stopped seeing any value in schools. Started running universities as businesses as well.

@GiordanDiodato

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@@BoloH. sounds like America

5th-6th grade, growing up with ADHD in an elementary school that had no idea how to handle the disorder was extremely difficult. They would sequester me in the far corner desk and put up cardboard walls around me so I wouldn’t disturb the class. They also wouldn’t allow me to sit at a desk that had that that cubby to store your supplies (don’t know what it’s called, heh). Nowadays I realize this treatment probably contributed to my self esteem issues, being treated like a problem rather than a student deeply affected me growing up.

All i’ll say is this for my elementary school thing and for a little bit of context this happened during our field day: LADY! WATER BALLOONS ARE MEANT TO THROW AT EACH-OTHER AND GET WET! *NOT* CATCHING AND THROWING SAID BALLOON BACK LIKE A GAME OF THROWING THE BALL BACK AND FORTH!! I just had to get that off my chest just seriously I know not all water balloons pop 100% but the fact she made us simply act like a game of throw the ball and catch and throw it back is just so ridiculous!

I finally got an answer for these. In my primary school, I was picked on a lot. Even one day they tried to gang up on me and beat me up, which was also the day I used a swear word for the first time in my life. They tried to get me in trouble for it, but I lied to the teacher in my now usual serious tone. Even my own friends were petty crap heads. If I called them out or told a teacher that they were doing something I didn't like, I get screamed at. I sometimes played away from my friends, but efen THEY were pricks. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME we played tag, they'd always target me, force me to start as the tagger. I was trying to have fun at that frickin school, but nobody, not even the teachers took me seriously. I'm convinced they tried to mentally treat me like a slave. Not only did it make me a red temper guy with trust issues, but that experience killed 98% of my primary school character. But one of my friends who was also one of my primary school friends still got the nerve to say "I prefer you in primary school". I wonder why??? You were at fault for my loss of humor. Every. Single. Soul that mentally treated me like a slave, should of been held accountable, called out, and punished, but the school didn't care for it's own students.

We had this thing called a bus mom, where, if you took the school bus, theyd be an extra adult to look over the kids, and made sure we behaved. I've had everything from really really good bus moms who'd give candy to kids, to not so great ones who'd yell at kids (to be fair, we could be loud but still) Usually they were pretty nice, some were stern, but most did their job well. Now, one day a kid died and we were informed of this a few days later. As we were getting on the bus from school to home, obviously people were very distraught as the people who were friends with them were about 10-11y old. I was really good friends with them so I was really really upset about it, and recalling it makes me extremely sad, so wven typing is an effort. Most of the kids had managed to keep it together by the end of the day, but there was one kid who was openly and loudly sobbing. No one seemed annoyed by it, and while I was usually uncomfortable abput people crying, I understood as well, yknow. Most people seemed to understand as well, all except the bus mom. Now I thought she was pretty neat up until this day. She loudly in an annoyed tone said something along the lines of "Why are you crying??? Stop doing that!" Im not sure who, but someone else (also a kid mind you, as we were on the bus) quietly and softly said "They're crying because someone died." To which she snappily replied "So? People die all the time! Get over it!" And then stopped talking I dont remember if the kid stated crying quiter or if he stopped or something. All I remember is ghe fact I was so taken aback that I forgot my own grief for a moment and was simply stunned. Even as a child myself I was like. How could she say that to someone? To a child at that? What on earth. And I've hated her, or at least now disliked her ever since. It has been years but I still maintain that that was one of th worst things someone could say. Unfortunately my parents are still friends with her, so I occasionally see her. But even after telling them what she did theyre still like ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯, about it. Ive always wanted to tell her how much I dislike her and why, and simply get her reasoning for why she would say that to anyone, let alone a literal child. I'll stop here because I'm starting to tear up but I need too get it off my chest since I cant really tell anyone without burdening them, nor can I keep telling my parents because they seem to be getting tired of it when I bring it up before or after we (the old bus mom and I) meet again. I do purposefully noy talk nor engage with her because she makes me uncomfortable when conversing.

The fact that I was constantly bullied because of my autism and the fact I couldn’t detect if I was actually having a crush on somebody…

@verticallyminded

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I just posted a story of my own, but I got autism as well, that last bit kinda sums up what I'm doing rn in school. Sorry if I self promoted

This event scarred me for years. I was in Grade 2, I believe, and was using the washroom. I hadn't figured out how to pee without dropping my pants fully, so I used the toilet and washed my hands. The door then opened and I turned to the sound because of course, and an entire Grade 1 class got a lesson on anatomy that day. After that, I started having nightmares involving the bathroom door not being locked (which oddly involved a cartoon Jackie Chan and a werewolf) and my OCD gained a new toy to have me paranoid about

8th grade. My class was on the way to graduation and everyone sat in a big circle and did "Confessions" and cried. I had nothing to confess because I was a stand up guy. I was a victim of some of the BS. People confessed,cried and all this and that. I fell out with most of my 8th grade classmates but it was all for the best.

In elementary school I remember moving schools a few times and losing friends or making friends who I considered friends, who didn't consider me their friend. The first story was about something I barely remember. I think I remember having tons of friends the first year I was at school (Kindergarten) My classmates moved with me to first grade, but my younger cousin, who came to kindergarten, started spreading false rumors about me, can't remember what she said, and I lost all but two of my friends. I was moved to a different school in second grade because my teachers discovered that I had ADHD and other mental issues, that this other school have the classes to help me adjust, (note: I'm also ESL) So I was moved to Special Ed. I made a friend in that class she was the one who came up to me and asked to be friends. Then my mom got a new job far from school, so I had to move away for the second half of second grade. I was in special class for the gifted kids instead of the same program that I had help and support from. The class was teaching us multiplication from like one to ten, when in my original second grade class I barely started long subtraction. I had a really hard time adjusting that first day, and my teacher won't listen to me saying that I was in her gifted class so I had to listen to her lesson plan. I was trying my best but the teacher was so mean and harsh that I just cried. The principal had to take me out of class and, I was brought to a kindergarten class, don't remember why, I think she needed to give the kindergarten teacher something, and these little five year olds watched me cry the whole time, trying to calm down. At lunch the next day one little boy came up to me and called me crybaby. (That was extremely embarrassing.) I don't know why we became sorta friends. We hung out every day from then on. The teacher told mom that I was a lazy kid because I just couldn't understand the gifted material she was teaching. Then my mom was evicted from her job and we lost the place we were staying at so we had to move back in with my little cousin who bullied me.. and I was moved back to the other school where I was placed back into the same class so I wanted to be friends with that friend I made before for third grade. She changed and didn't want to be my friend anymore. Then I saw her hanging out with two new girls who I overheard talking about my race badly, I didn't really understand that at the time. Then I graduated from the special program but because the content that was taught in that special program was catered to a lower level to accommodate the behavior issues, I had to do third grade over since I only learned second grade material. So in third grade the second time kids called me retarded because I was repeating a grade. No one wanted to have anything to do with me. My mom told me that my friend is probably jealous that I was not in the special program anymore, that's why she doesn't want to be my friend anymore. My mom tried to help me make friends and made me bring cards to school so I could play cards with other kids. I met two kids who were willing to play with me. I was also tested on my level of learning and my teacher commanded me, saying I was doing fifth grade math. (yes that was the level of math I was forced to learn in the gifted class of second grade) That year passed me by with me having barely any friends. Then one of the two kids who I hung out with moved back to her home country so by proxy the other kid started to hang out with me more. She had at twin sister who avoided me because of rumors. Fifth grade was the craziest year. At first my friend was nice and fun we hung out and when playing ball with her sister and some boys, she called me over to play with them. The sister said no. She had to convince her sister to accept me on their team. Then They went on a field trip my mom couldn't afford to send me, it was a one week long out of country field trip. When they came back from the trip, they switched, I became friends with the sister and the friend started avoiding me and I was really confused. I was the only one who could tell them apart at this point. (twins) I thought they switched places but that wasn't the case since I could tell who's who. I hung out with the sister for a while, realizing we had much more in common than her sister and I. This is also where I realized my first friend from this school, the one from second grade really actually still wanted to be my friend but was torn between her new friends when I was away and me... She came to play with me, (more like pick on me) The first twin said something along the line of "Leave her alone, She's ours to pick on!" After that, both twins stopped playing with me. I was so sad and then I realized what happened later on, they met a racist girl who disliked my race and because they wanted to be friends with her, they decided to drop me. At one point I was alone and a group of boys trapped me and seem to have wanted to hit me, I had to duck and sweep kick them and successfully ran away and hid in the girls' bathroom for the rest of recess. I tried to reconnect with the twins, It worked sorta but then when I saw what they wrote in the yearbook at the end of year... I was devastated. My name wasn't on their friend list and it was not on my first friend's list either. I had no friends. At one point I asked the twins how we became friends and the first twin who became my friend actually said "Don't you remember your mom coming up to me and asking ME why no one played with you?" I didn't remember that at all. So that friend I had was a pity friend... No wonder I got dropped so easily. I was her only friend when her bestie moved back to her home country, but at first chance she dropped me.

not elementary school, but it’s where the problems began. my elementary school went all the way up to 6th grade. i wasn’t yet diagnosed with autism, but they put me in a “Talented And Gifted” program for the smarter kids. eventually this resulted in me being sent to a magnet school where 6th grade was considered middle school, so i didn’t really get a proper transition to middle school. throughout the entire 6th grade half-year that i was there, i was falsely accused of stalking, sexually harassing, and threatening to r*pe a few girls in separate classes. my mom sided with the girls, saying “if it’s more than one of them, it’s obviously true.” this continued into 7th grade until the principal threatened to remove me from the school due to all of the allegations (of which there was no proof, only girls making random false accusations). instead my mother pulled me from the school and the accusations continued at the new school all the way up to high school, which only solidified my mother’s belief that they were true. teachers accused me of touching myself in class. 3 girls created a facebook page with my name and photo and would post creepy and disgusting things about other girls in the school and what they would say “i” wanted to do to them. boys would see the posts and try to fight me (my dad was a boxer, so luckily i had a good sense of how to defend myself and would never get hurt in these fights.) and more and more stories would pop up until eventually my parents moved to an area just out of range of that high school. unfortunately the damage was done. from 6th to 11th grade, i was subjected to all sorts of bullying under the assumption that i was a pervert and i don’t know why. i didn’t even have any sexual desires until i was 15, and even then, growing up in the Texas education system, i wasn’t fully sure if they were normal or if i really was becoming the pervert everyone said i was. now i’m 23 and have a healthy understanding of my body and my mind. i just wish i could understand why my teachers and classmates accused me of the things they accused me of. but i can trace all of it back to being “kind of smart” in the 3rd grade. mr facts, if you’ve read this far, thank you for reading and also i like your moustache. it’s very nice.

i had a coach just like the one in story 13 for archery practice. there was this one time that we were sent to the bleachers for lunch and everyone happened to sit on the same side so me being my quiet reserved self decided to sit on the opposite side so i could have some alone time but for some reason she seemed to have a problem with that and called me over to her. she then proceeded to give me a lecture on why i was wrong to sit alone and if i was meant to be a coach myself id have to be less reserved and so on. i dont remember everything she said but all i know is that every one of her sentences progressively pissed me off more and when i had to take deep breaths to stay calm (forced into therapy for anger issues :/) she then started focusing on that which got me even more mad and turned the task of keeping calm into a dark souls boss. after that she picked on me for the rest of the day :). the second time she bothered me was on our way back from a national tournament while we were in the air port. me and my friend were whispering to eachother a lot. she is the first person that the teacher has ever seen me smile with so much. we were going to sit in the waiting room when she decided to separate me from my friend saying that we whispered too much. it was rather annoying but not enough for me to really be pissed off. no, the snapping point was when she sectioned me out and told me that our whispering was a hazard to our safety. this was the only person ive had a conversation with that was longer that a minute besides my gf at the time and that's mainly what struck a nerve. on one hand i get her point but on the other hand, what do you expect two 14yro's to do? somehow get a bomb through 2 security checks in a row and just explode it on the plane or something? anyway thats all i got to unpack cuz that story reminded me of how much of an annoying bitch she loved to be. edit: christ that was long...(pause)

I was bullied, but not by students. It was by teachers. I was in special education until 9th grade, and since I had a mind of my own and didn’t comply so easily, teachers decided they hated me and would harass and bully me to the point where I threw up from fear of going to school one day.

@stephanniemorin

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I'm so sorry. I got lucky and had some very supportive teachers and paras that helped me with my life skills (autistic). It was lovely.

@samurailevi49

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@@stephanniemorin I’m glad you were supported properly. Sadly a lot of my teachers failed to do that for me. They threw any kids they didn’t want to deal with in a room and locked the door. How this was legal, I have no idea. It was the early 2000’s and was only recently banned from schools.

I was bullied relentlessly throughout elementary school and the only advice any adults would give me was the good old "just ignore them and they'll stop" bs. Eventually it got to a point where I broke down in tears in the middle of the school day. The teacher had me go out into the hall so I could calm down and I was allowed to come back once I stopped crying. Of course, the bullying issue wasn't solved in the slightest so the next day I broke down in tears again and this time the teacher came out into the hall with me to tell me I needed to stop crying so much. Guess I can add that to the list of things to talk to a therapist about if I'm ever able to afford one.

Heard this from a friend, when they were at a P.E class the teacher told a student "What? You can't run any longer? Do I have to call your mom so she tells you to run more?!" The kid kicked the teacher and then started to cry, Why? Because it had been less than 3 months since his mother had died from cancer, I don't know if the teacher knew that, but either way he was an idiot, we were like 9 years old when this happened So yeah, that's the worst I can remember, alongside that time I almost got hit by flying broken glass from a window

In the 4th grade some kid, C, was frenemies with my best friend (K) and I. One day, C told me that he was going to “shoot up” K, and that I should “shoot K up” or else he would shoot me up. This obviously left me shocked, as I knew what “shooting someone up” was. I told a teacher and was interviewed by the principal. Later that day, the school’s police officer came to my house to tell us that he went to C’s house and confirmed that he owned guns. I was then interviewed again at school by the police officer. C didn’t show up at school the next day, then the next, and for the entire year. His parents had took him out, but the teachers told everyone that he moved away. Some kids had the audacity to tell me that I was WRONG and that he really did move away. TL;DR: 4th grade kid gives shooting threat to OP’s friend, gets caught in 4K by OP and snatched from school

not worst as in tragic but this happened in either 4th grade. during halloween, i was dressed in a teenage mutant ninja turtle costume. for some reason i had to throw up. so i threw up in a trash can in the back of the classroom while just watched. i got to go home early. yes this actually happened. i was the kid who threw up. no trick or treating for me.

I got recess detention and shit myself. Then the teacher loudly said “aw what happened? Did you poop yourself?” In front of all the popular kids, who stared. Feels like a fever dream now.

This one time I was playing tag with some boys in the field during lunch recess. It was second grade, and there had been a rumor spreading that I liked one of the boys that I was playing tag with, and one of his friends didn't like that one bit. He ran up to me, and told me to follow him behind a big tree on the field that was far away from everyone else. I was looking around for a split second, and he took the opportunity to punch me square in the face. I paniced, and covered up my face,(poorly, of coarse), and he punched me again right in the eye. Later that day, my parents had a meeting with the principal, and he said that we would never have a class together again. Two years later, yeah. we had the class together. Oh, and also the game tag was banned for years after that, and so was going behind that tree.

On my last day of 5th grade in 2012 we had brunch event with everyone in the 5th grade attending. They lined the tables with paper and gave everyone crayons to write on the table with and as a joke I wrote "I'm gay" on the table. A teacher saw this and I ended up getting sent to the principals office and was scolded for it. Who would have thought that 5th grade me could predict the future because I came out as pansexual after graduating high school.

During the middle of the pandemic, my middle school (7th grade) offered optional in person classes for the last trimester. My parents took the offer since i sucked at online school. My advanced math teacher was great and we worked ahead all the way to algebra two. When we switched to in person she couldn’t come in for health and personal reasons. It was no big dead since we had a student teacher permanent sub and we did zoom calls for the lessons. The sub was a great guy, always joking around with us and was pretty chill. With about a month of the trimester left he left to finish collage. That’s when Mrs C got assigned to our class. She was an old stuck up lady that showed blatant favor

@randompersongames

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Sorry accidentally pressed comment. Showed blatant favoritism to the kids of people high up on the school board. One lesson we were learning and the athletic kids who were the ones she liked started spamming chat and i was a bit fed up with them so i typed once to please stop spamming. She called ME out to the class and got mad at me but not the people spamming. Later my teacher asked for the awnser to a problem and i put it in chat one time. It was the right awnser but Mrs c still got mad. She disliked me for the rest of that year. This year I’m a freshman in high school and i had her again for a long time sub for when my amazing world history teacher got open heart surgery. She was awful at the beginning and still favored the same kids. The first time she had us read an article and we did it together she basically changed her mind about me just from my voice. She started making semi weird comments about how nice my voice was and was really nice to me. I don’t know if she chamged over the last few years or if it was just my voice. I am not and have never been a problem child (except for maybe one time in kindergarten but the details are blurry) and i love school. My history teacher came back last week and he’s still great. He is talkative and engages in conversation after he’s done teaching. This story isn’t near as bad as some as the others but i thought I’d write it down. Sorry for the line of text. TLDR long term sub favors athletes and gets mad at me for doing what my teacher told me. Have her in high school for another long term sub and she is now nice to me just because i have a nice voice. I still hate her to this day.

Went from “two little kids got shot for the food we gave them so they wouldn’t starve” to “I called my teacher mum” in like two stories

I've had too many horrible moments to name. My first year in 5th grade was my worst moment in school. I always felt like "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day".

I have A moment, but mostly a sucky teacher. Back in second grade I'm pretty sure my teacher hated me and my mom. Never found out why. I was a pretty avid reader back then, reading the highest level in the school library in first grade (fourth grade level reading). My teacher restricted me to second grade books while in her classroom and would only let me get new ones when the entire class went. I was still able to go before or after class, but not during down time. This especially sucked as I had read through even the harder stuff that I couldn't read anymore in less time than our trips there. My first detention was from playing in my desk, which I was only doing since she would let me go the the library to get more stuff to read. My worst moment was her calling me up to the front, don't really remember why, and causing me to just start balling in front of the class. I was one of her smartest students averaging at least a 90%-95% on all assignments, but I'm pretty sure everything she did ended up stunting my growth. It was enough that I was pulled from public school and was homeschooled for about 5 years. They tried to pull me sooner due to her body blocking my mom from the room before the bell rang while basically saying I'm the teacher and I control who goes in and what happens in there. Edit: I apologize to whoever reads my nonsense for I am not the best storyteller.

When I was in fifth grade, our desks were arranged in these sort of pods. there were four desks to a pod, and most of the time we sat with our backs facing inward towards each other and our faces out towards the rest of the classroom and our classmates. The guy that I had a crush on sat directly to my right and behind me. I bent over to retrieve a binder from under my seat one day, and farted straight in his face! I was 10 or 11 then, and I’m 27 now… I’m still traumatized!

14:14 for me I was told a specific time to go and instead of a teacher coming to get me I would remove myself at the right time

Ah, elementary school, was the rollercoaster of my life. Firstly, before elementary school, I was in kindergarten, usually, it was once in 3 years before entering elementary school. Not for me, I was sent to elementary after the second year, leaving all my friends behind. And to make things better, we also moved to the other side of the town. Meaning by the time my friend would enter elementary, I would be one year before them, and in another school anyway. The consequence of entering elementary so soon was that, unlike the other kids, I didn't have the basics to learn to read and count, not even up to ten. Great times (though I'm told by my parents I was the first kid in the class to learn how to read), all I remember is that I hate every number from eleven to sixteen in my language, because learning them is a mouthful in my language. Also, I had a disability and peed myself regularly, it completely stopped when I reached 18, so my teachers had to send me regularly to the toilets, and no need to say I didn't have a very good reputation. Oh, and I also have a mild form of Asperger, which was extremely badly unknown in my country at the time (it was in the 90s), and I saw a psychologist. Guess, what, it didn't improve my reputation. Ah, And we had mandatory sleeping time for 15 minutes after lunch, and I never woke up. And apparently, I was done with our assignments quite fast, even though I didn't know my alphabet, or how to count... To summarize my first grade of elementary... I was the weird kid one to two years younger than any other kids, with a non-existing social circle, that kept sleeping in class, peed himself, and sometimes had to be sent to the corner with the donkey ears (don't know if it exists in other countries, but it still existed in mine at the time), and was sent to the back of the class to read comics when I was done with assignments earlier than the rest of the class. And yet, hell was to come. In second grade, I couldn't understand the first thing about calculus. I still had a hard time understanding what numbers were, so adding or subtracting them was like learning how to send a rocket to the moon. Impossible at the age of 5... And my teacher didn't like me one bit. At the beginning of the year, I was seating in the first row, right in front of her desk. She would often send me out of the classroom or dump me in another class because she couldn't deal with me. Eventually, she moved my desk behind hers, and behind the blackboard. I was hidden from the rest of the class by the blackboard... The director visited the class once and told her it was unacceptable. Because my desk was blocking the emergency exit... So I was sent to the back of the class, where I spent most of the time sleeping since I couldn't understand anything about her lessons. Some months later, it was decided that I couldn't understand anything because I was "gifted", the teacher agreed, my psychologist agreed, the school psychologist agreed, and my parents agreed. I had trouble reading, I couldn't count, I couldn't do calculus, I couldn't read the hour, and I spent my time sleeping because I was being ostracized by both the class and the teacher, but I was "gifted", so they decided to send me to third grade in the middle of the year. At first, they asked me if I agreed, and I said no. Asking turned to harassment from the faculty, but I still said no. Then it turned to my parents putting pressure on me and threatening me with harsh punishment, so I said yes, not like I had a real choice anyway, remember, I was 5... So, now I'm 6, it's the middle of the school year, and I am in 3rd grade. Still can't count, still can't do calculus, and still have some trouble reading. Also, my classroom is now a 20min walk away from the school. Meaning the morning I have to walk to school, that's already a 20min walk away from home, spend 1 hour in preschool, then walk another 20min to my classroom, spend 4 hours being harassed by the class bully and his friends, and walk another 20min back to school to eat, back again to the classroom, another 4 hours of bullying, one hour in afterschool activities, and 20min walk back home. And those bullies? They stayed in my class until I left elementary school, 3 years later. No need to say, I already didn't like school before, after that, I hated it. I would often end in fight, both in and outside of school. Bullies' harassment turned into extorsion (they stole my entire allowance weekly, they even invited themselves to my birthdays, where they would steal my presents...) In 5th grade, I had to defend myself IN the classroom, verbally. I was the only one being punished by the teacher. During earthquake exercises, I would be beaten under the desks. I completely stopped trying to do anything at school because I wanted to fail so I could be kept a year back and have a "normal" school life, it was always denied. I was now seeing 3 psychologists, two outside of school; my first one since I was 4, one hour every Wednesday, another one during the whole Friday afternoon, that would come to pick me up directly during the class, and the school psychologist, multiple hours a week (it was thanks to her I managed to not completely fail out of school and understand the curriculum). 2 months before the end of school, I was sent for 3 months to a medical centre for my enuresis, where I finished the last two months of school. And after that, I was sent to a psychiatric centre, I was 9. I finally managed to get kept back after my first year of middle school, where I was sent to a private school and my parents had to pay a bribe for it to happen. So, if had to choose what was my worst experience in elementary school? I'd say all of it. One of the worst parts is that that 2nd grade teacher was right about me, she once told my parents I was leaving in a broken elevator, I would always try my best to get on the top, and once I reached it, it would plummet to the darkest depths, and once there I would do my best to get back on top again, to fall again in a never ending circle. And when I look back to my life, that pretty much summarize it. I always started my job from the lowest position, managed to get promoted really quick, all this to either get fired, have my company shut down, or leaving by myself. And another bad part is my f* mother. I always resented my parents for the hell they pu me through for all my childhood, but it's a subject they always try to avoid. Untill a few months ago. My mother invited me to a restaurant, somewhat, she brought the subject to the table, and said "I feel like they all played me, if I had known it would have turned out the way it did, I would have never accepted any of this." Well, I'm sorry turning out being a decent human being after living through all of that is enough to satisfy you, poor you, you really are the victim here... I can't wait to let her rot in a retirement home on her own non existing funds once she won't be able to takecare of herself anymore.

I have two, one from elementary school where after years of being bullied (and blocking out most of it) I was told by my teachers to stop “taddeling”. Second one in jr. high (secondary school) we sat on tables of three. The student in the far end of the table from me took my pencil and when I went to grab it back he pinned my arm down, then the student in between us stabbed my arm repeatedly with his pencil. I didn’t say anything and went to next period bleeding and on the verge of tears. The sub in that class saw me crying and after seeing my arm sent me to the nurse then principal. The principal got mad at me because I didn’t ask my teacher to grab my pencil back. Nothing happened to the other two students.

In fourth grade, I was working on an in-class assignment when the kid next to me asked to borrow a pencil. I don't even remember being allowed to give an answer before he just tried to snatch it out of my hand-while I was still writing with it. So now I'm trying to wrestle this freshly-sharpened pencil back from him, the writing end ended up piercing my hand. I grabbed it, starting to cry, and when the teacher asked what was wrong, I started to tell her when I realized blood was starting to pool in my palm. Needless to say I was quickly sent to the nurse. Later he and a couple other kids claimed I said he could borrow the pencil, but again, he tried to snatch it from me before I could even give an answer. Got it bandaged, no further damage, but for years after there was a small scar on my left hand palm where the pencil pierced me (I'm a full grown adult now and I can still see it at times)

This story takes place in 3rd grade. My class and I had to take the state standardized tests for that week, which was the first time we did that and that same week was roller skating week in PE, which was the first time I ever skated. After the first couple days of skating and testing, I was mentally exhausted and just wanted everything to be done because I was so tired of testing and I was horrible at skating. The night before the final day of testing and having to skate my dog got threw up but we didn’t think very much of it because he threw up all the time. When I woke up the next morning he had passed away and I was super sad and wanted to stay home but my parents made me go to school. When we got done with the morning tests we went to PE and I had done my best from trying to cry that whole morning. As our class started to skate and I fell down and when I tried getting up I fell down again and that is when I had a mental breakdown. I just started crying and I would stop crying because I was having a horrible week. The PE teacher let me go home after my mental breakdown and luckily when I returned to school the next week my friends and classmates didn’t bully me for it.

I went to a small elementary school, maybe 60 people total in my grade until our school merged with two others in middle school. In 5th grade, my teacher was out for a few months to recover from some kind of surgery, I think. We had substitute teachers that whole time, and I remember this one teacher, lets call her Ms Marco, who didn't like me because I had an attitude problem. I was going through some home life issues at this time, so I won't claim I was a saint or anything like that, but I was a good kid and did my best to listen and behave. The friday before Easter, Ms Marco gave out little plastic eggs with chocolates in them. I was in a class with a lot of trouble makers (had a girl cut her hair in class, two kids drew on their faces with markers and ran out of the classroom, a kid slammed a teacher's hand in a desk, all kinds of fun stuff. On this day, while Ms Marco was in the bathroom, one of the boys grabbed a girl's plastic egg and stepped on it, breaking it. The girl then proceeded to chase the boy around the classroom with a fork, trying to stab him in the shoulder. As she ran by me, I grabbed her wrist and pulled the fork out of her hand (I was in martial arts at the time and was decent at defusing violence). Ms Marco walked in to see me holding a fork and grabbing a girl's wrist. She started going off on me about being violent in a classroom, but a bunch of other kids saw the whole thing, and one girl had even recorded it for her snapchat. Didn't matter though, because she still brought me to the office and insisted to the principal that I be suspended. Luckily, they'd been having issues with this teacher making all kinds of baseless acussations towards students she didn't like, so nothing resulted from it. After Easter weekend, we had a new substitute teacher. Fuck you, Ms Marco

My elementary school boarded up all the windows in the classrooms to save on the heating bill (it is an old building). They changed it so each classroom had one window you could see out of because the *teachers* complained. Thankfully this was after I was in college but saw it myself since I still lived near the school. While I was on Fifth Grade though, the big tree on the playground that was popular with the kids hide and seek and games like that was cut down. The rumor was it was to stop kids from committing PDA behind because the trunk was the width of a small car, but this was an elementary school mind you. Personally I would say it was the Tornado that almost came to our school. I was still terrified of tornadoes at the time due to a close call at home while my parents were on vacation.

I was bullied the last two years, there are a lot of bad things that happened in that period (even outside of school) here's the worst two: 1. It was my birthday and I invited everyone, one of my bullies came and said that no one would show up and that some even tore up my invitations; at that point I cried and said something among the lines of: "I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ALL HATE ME, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE... PLEASE" 2. First school period, one of my classmates created a desease with my name: if you touched my jacket you'd get it and to heal you needed to touch all the other jackets. Ironically that same day our teacher found out I was bullied, not because of the desease, because a janitor told her that ones I came out from the bathroom crying bc some girls said some mean things to me

I put These types of videos on when I'm re arranging my plush

I am so, _so_ glad I had a normal school life. It wasn’t anything exciting or extraordinary but at least it wasn’t like some of these stories. I feel awful for people who had or still have to deal with some of these horrid actions. I hope that for those of you still dealing with this that it all turns out okay for you. For the people who are jerks and cause these kinds of incidents, I hope you get a haymaker to the face.

Going to take a sh t and a kid walks in and kicks the stall door before yelling "whos taking a sh t in there?!".

i mentally stop my self from saying stuff like love you at school because i tell my parents that at home every time i exit the living room and ive only called a teacher mom once

Fifth grade, my grandfather died on a Friday and after school we made the 5 hour trip to my mom’s home town. On Monday my teacher berated me a dragged me to the principal’s office because I hadn’t done my homework. We had arrived home at 9 pm on Sunday night. She demanded that the principal paddle me but the principal was nice and reassured me that it would be ok. She talked to the teacher and I was back in class where the teacher proceeded to ignore me for the rest of the year. That was the only year I got bad grades my whole school career. She used to scream at me asking if I wanted to go back to 4th grade. I loved my 4th grade teacher so, in my mind I would say yes please, but I was smart enough to stay silent. She overturned my desk once because I was ‘looking at her wrong’. She was horrible.

Very old joke: Johnny tells his mom, Mom, I don't wanna go to school, all the kids are mean! His mother says, Sorry son, you have to go! But why mom (sniff)? You're the headmaster (principal)!

TLDR: Second grade me got hit in the nose with the full weight of a fifth grader. 2nd grade. Lived in Alaska, it was winter time. I was a 7 year old little girl outside during recess. I decided that to get from point A to point B, I could walk under the little fireman pole that every playground has. Whilst directly under it, I heard screaming above me and chose to look up. BAM! A fifth graders boot followed by the rest of his full weight, slammed into my face. I wad knocked to the ground and the recess monitors ran towards me along with like, 18 or 20 other kids. I got up, looked up, and a girl screamed out: "Look! Her nose is bleeding!" I was sent inside to the nurse, who called my mom, who brought me to the doctors office to check if my nose was broken. It was not broken, but my nose will be forever delicate and will randomly start bleeding for no particular reason.

The "love you" one would be that bad if you happen to have your own family member as the teacher.

Relentlessly picked on by numerous people, untrustworthy friends, developing anxiety while also recently diagnosed with autism… lots of drama.

In Year 5 (about 9 years old ) I had a teacher that, when handing out school photos mocked mine infront of the whole class, pulling faces and everything, then berated me for 'snatching the photo's off her' embraced me so much I made my mom burn them when I got home and to this day (in my 30's) still hate having photos taken. There are lots of other things this teacher did that makes me think she hated me for some reason but this is the one that stuck.

In third grade, i was playing soccer with people i thought were my friends. One of them started telling me to go away but i just ignorer him and kept playing. Eventually it got to where he pushed me and told me to beat it. I didn't take kindly to that and pushed him back. It then turned into a fight. He got the edge cuz I never been in a fight so I tried everything, even bitting, and it ended with him socking me in the eye. Started crying and got laughed at before the bell rang and we were meant to go back to our classrooms. One of my only friends left calmed me down and even helped me by pouring water to kind of help with any swelling if there was any. We stopped being friends since and didn't talk, whats worse was he lived down the street from me so had to see him multiple times.

Too many bad moments to count, but I remember someone passing gas during music class. By the time I finally stopped gagging, I noticed all my fellow classmates and so-called friends had moved their chairs and were pointing and laughing at me, because “let’s pin it on the fat kid”, I guess. That was my last day in school, and I had to deliver a disingenuous “heart-felt” graduation speech for all those aholes I had the displeasure of growing up with for 8 years the following week. Best memory: Graduating.

8:09 my dad used to be the gym teacher at the middle school I went to. most of everyone in my grade knew I was his daughter, so I was never afraid of calling him “dad” lol

As a warning i am not very good at formulating stories well... So back in, i want to say 5th to maybe 7th grade? Me and my friends used to bring little trinkets to school to trade, these ranged from toys all the way up to credit cards (empty ofc). There were always a group of us sitting in the back of the bus and try to scam kids out of their money or whatever they had on them. However there was one kid who one day brought $10 to school (idk where they got it their parents were broke), and this kid decided to buy a single pocket knife from my friend. Now, this kid was known for being a bit crazy, he would lash out at teachers, he would burst into tears for no reason, etc. So yeah, I wasnt about to sell a freaking pocket knife to an already potentailly mentally unstable person. However, my friend disagreed. They claimed the “money is money” and to “leave out of it”, so, the already quiet kid I was, I shut my mouth. The kid bought the knife and for the rest of the school day I was scared to be anywhere near them. Although, looking back i probably should have reported him, but i wasnt a rat. So a couple of days go by and nothing has happened. This moment of peace however, as the kid gets into an argument (as they are prone to do) with the volleyball girls, I forget what they were arguing about something about a pep rally. But one of the girls takes the argument too far, she tells them that they are never going to see their father again, and that nobody will ever love them, this was very sensitive to them at the time. Next thing I know, the girl is on the ground with a cut across her forehead, luckily they didnt just straight up stab her, and the kid is escorted to the principal's office and is expelled. I don’t know what happened to that kid, but i sure hope he got the help he needed.

I have a lot. My worst one was probably in kindergarten. I went to a private school and was bullied there and was sick a lot of the time. I couldn't keep food down. I was full one day and went to throw my milk away. My old hag of a teacher took the milk from the trash and told me I had to drink it, and if I threw up, I would be getting detention. I told her multiple times I couldn't drink it, but she forced me to drink. Well, I puked all over my uniform with milk and chunks coming out my nose. I remember crying my eyes out, and I was sent to the office to have my mom pick me up. I did not get detention for that.

That 3rd story 🤣🤣

In 1st grade, I used to ride the bus in Elementary School. I had an assigned seat on the bus and sitting next to me sometimes would be this little kid. Let's call him Markus. Markus looked like he was in at least preschool to Kindergarten. During the Fall to Winter times, I would always wear a SpongeBob hat. This would be important later. One day, Markus came on the bus with new glasses. Some children asked Markus if he could try on his glasses. He accepted and handed them out to some children. I also asked him if I could try them on. Markus gave them to me, I tried them on and immediately gave them back to him. Now he wore those glasses for 2 days until I saw him away from me, without glasses. Later my bus driver and some other school officials asked if I had stolen Markus's glasses. I said, "No." They then proceeded to tell me that his glasses were stolen and that a girl with a SpongeBob hat, took them from him. I didn't steal his glasses, and if I ever did, it would not benefit me whatsoever. In the end, nothing ever came of it and I wasn't given any sort of reprimanding or punishment. The real thief was never caught to my knowledge. But in the end, Markus never talked or sat by me again. I think Markus also pointed me out because he probably didn't remember who exactly took his glasses but remembered one person specifically that took his glasses for a brief period of time. Hey, Markus, or the kid whose glasses were stolen on a Michigan bus in preschool or kindergarten. If you're reading this, sorry that your glasses were stolen but it was not by an autistic Latina with a SpongeBob hat. She gave them back to you.

Fifth grade. 1971. Dodgeball. They threw the ball HARD at my face and broke my glasses. Teacher said it was an accident. Right.

Can I just write my entire elementary school? Long list short: Psychological abuse done by the students to me. No protection from the teachers. I am basically a ruined adult with severe anxiety, depression and bottled-up rage that sometimes manifests. Thankfully art has a calming effect on me.

What the bully did in story 14 sounds like what you would have to do to get out of a Jigsaw trap

In kindergarten I was riding the bus to school. When I sat down, a more bodied girl sat on my arms and legs to incapacitate them whilst her friend tried to kiss me. Being evasive I avoided her death pecks and had enough time to be able to free my arms. I held her back via pressing her shoulders against the seat in front of us until we got to school. When I was about to exit the bus, the driver told me to go to the "Solution Room" and the two girls left the bus without punishment. I however lost all three recesses for "harming a classmate" and when I got home I was scolded further by my mother and elder sibling.

First off, my school was divided into 2 buildings (now 3), K-6 in one building and 7-12 in the other. I'm only going to mention elementary school here. Second, I was a small scrawny kid who didn't hit 100 pounds until 8th grade due to illness that almost killed me and required surgery before I was in kindergarten. Kindergarten: First, I have a weird hair growth pattern that causes a tail of hair that goes right down the middle of my face. This tail was bugging me one day so i cut it off and threw it in the trash like you're supposed to. My teacher flipped out about this and put me in time out. Second, we had that old wooden playground that was splinter city and the base was gravel. One day before school (kindergarten was divided into morning and afternoon classes), a friend and i were playing on the playground. I found a big rock near one of the edges of the playground. I don't quite remember all the details as this was over 30 years ago, but i think my idea was i was going to throw this rock over my friend out into the grass field next to the playground. He was SUPPOSED to duck so he wouldn't get hit accidentally. He didn't and got hit. I got beat for that one. Lastly, my lasting legacy is that I'm the one in the class yearbook photo who has their tongue out... i had some chocolate or something on my face and THOUGHT i got it off before the photographer took the photo. Guess not. First grade: First, being the small scrawny kid, i got bullied A LOT by a particular group of brats. They ganged up on me one day on school grounds and beat me up, giving me my first of 2 black eyes i have had in my life (second was an accident at work not too long ago but that's not important). I don't believe anything really happened to them. Second, we celebrated my birthday in class. My "mother" brought in a cake. When i blew out the candles, I blew out the other end at the same time... right into a girl's face. Second grade: First, i got signed up for church school, which was half a day twice a week, at the Methodist church next to the school. A friend and I would skip classes ALL THE TIME (because I HATED church and church school and still do). Got thrown out of church school. Second, same friend and I were playing some stupid game trying to pick something up before the other would hit our hand. Don't remember what it was, really... the game ended when he stomped on my hand and crushed my wedding ring finger. Lost my first nail because of it and that nail is still partially flat to this day 30 plus years later. This was also the year some classes were in trailers on the school lawn due to major renovations of the building and the new fire alarm system kept malfunctioning, which would randomly set the alarm off... i remember a day where it must have gone off about 10 times at dismissal time. Third grade, first year in the bigger gym in the building: another bully gave me a bloody nose while in line to go back to normal class by elbowing me in my face (I believe). No particular reason, just to be a real @$$. Other years: same bully liked to step on the back of my low top shoes and pull them off my feet while in line to go back upstairs to class from music, art, and gym classes. Started wearing more expensive high tops because of this. Also got made fun of for my cartoon print underwear and also had a stall door kicked in while i was taking a dump (yeah, same bully there too). EH, TI, AC, and especially TK, you all suck!

I have a couple stories from when I still went to school. I'm autistic, and have always had a bit of trouble behaving in class, so at age 5 in I think 1st grade (though I live in the UK so they called it Year 1) sometimes instead of the usual classroom I would be sent to this program on school grounds the staff just called "Nurture", which I assume was just a program to help kids who have a hard time in the classroom. One day we were having breakfast, which we would have regardless of whether we had breakfast at home (which I didn't mind), and one of the other kids there jokingly/playfully started eating their PB&J in a way that I can only describe as "chewing rapidly with his mouth open and his teeth showing". Me being the impressionable kid I was, did the same thing. For some reason I got in trouble and was sent to sit at the "Naughty Table", the usual punishment for nurture, yet the other kid was completely fine. My other, arguably worse story happened in Junior/"Primary" School (Middle/Elementary School in the US), in 6th grade I had a teacher, Mr Hughes, who was an absolute jerkwad to me and almost only me, and his face was constantly red, even when he would joke around with the other students. I still hadn't grown out of being uncooperative at times but even so, he clearly had some sort of anger management issues (something I was somewhat familiar with), and he made me cry on numerous occasions. One time I couldn't take it anymore and, in a feat of both severe middle school cringe and just generally being tired of what almost felt like verbal abuse, I did whatever I could to avoid going to class just so I didn't have to deal with him, mostly just hiding in the first aid room. Eventually he was sent to look for me and took me back to class holding me by the arm, and on the way there he stopped, looked me in the eyes and said "The sooner you move away the happier everyone will be" (Keep in mind it was well known at that school that eventually I'd be moving back to the US). Eventually I did move, not to the states but to a different town for unrelated reasons, and on my last day there Mr Hughes acted all nice when speaking to my mother, which by this point she likely already knew was pretty much a facade.

I have had multiple cases in the past where I have become FRIENDS with my past BULLIES

4th grade. Was cast in a school play because they had to get someone to say a line. I didn't want to be a part of it but got shoved into it. Big night of the play, in front of the whole room, I froze and could not say the line. I was very shy. OK fine they eventually went on. Whole room of parents and teachers were passed at me. I got suddenly got bad grades in every subject. At PE, the other kids would grab me in a headlock and drag me around the field throwing rocks at my face. The teachers watched. If I tried to resist or fight back, I was punished, not the kids beating me up every day. They ended up putting me in a class for learning disabled kids to get rid of me. That was the year I went from loving learning and loving school and became one where I was in fear the whole day and terrorized and bullied at every moment. Eventually they decided to group me with another kid the whole school hated and forced us to work together. That kid made it worse by giving me the same dumb shirt he wore. It was the class Christmas gift and I had to then wear the same shirt as this kid and both of us got beat up every day. The misery did not end until my family moved. But I still remember getting dragged in a headlock and beaten like a dog while that teacher laughed at me.

OHH!! I have a good one for this. When I was younger in elementary school, about 4 years ago, I had no friends, and I hang out with all the boys because they would play all the fun games at recess (they didn’t like me because of my autism, and I was difficult to play tag with), anyways I knew a couple girls but my best friend had moved across the country the year before (her dad was in the Air Force). Anyways when I was around 7 years old I was getting bullied, by those boys, really bad, and they used to throw basketballs at my head. One time a boy threw a basketball at my head, and it hit my nose, giving me a bad nosebleed (I have a blood clotting disorder so it was gross and full of clots, lasting about 40 minutes). I jumped on the kid getting blood all over the kid, and threw himself and me into the wall, giving me a concussion, and I was the one that got in trouble. My parents beat the shit out of me, and I came to school with a black eye, which of course got covered up by the kid throwing me into the wall. Luckily, it was during the summer, so I only had 2 weeks left at that school, as I was moving to a new school for 5th grade. That summer sucked, and I was grounded for a month, for “beating a kid up at school”, even though the only injury he had was a bruise from throwing himself into the wall.

I don’t usually comment on these videos, but i NEEDDDDD to this time. (i live in the UK so i’ll be using stuff like Year 2/3) I moved to a Private school at the end of year 2. I moved because my previous school had realised that i may have a problem with learning or just in general mental state and started testing me (?) on things that may affect my learning like ADD and hearing problems. At first it was normal. It had 2 separate schools at the time. Year 2 and lower then Year 3 and up. When i started Year 3, i HATED the new school building. I got into a lot of fights and my parents were called multiple times per month. It all came to a point were the Head Teacher and Learning Support locked me in a small room (like the size of a small hallway) with a bunch of sensory toys because i was overwhelmed and crying. I left the school a week early because the school accused me of bullying an adopted girl into leaving the school. I did not. The girl was my friend and is still my friend now. I went back to my old primary school. Before leaving, the school suggested I take an autism test (not sure of the exact name) to see if i was autistic. I was autistic :/. I honestly wish i never went to that school. I WAS 7. The school i went to is now just one building for all of primary school, it was about 7 years ago when this all took place. Thanks for reading :D

Thanks for making funny videos it sure is helping me get through being in the ICU

I accidentally called my 6th grade home room teacher mom. I then overcorrected and called her grandma. The look on her face both times still haunts me and I remember the other kids laughing at me. I was already considered weird and this didn't help.

There was this dude in my class that you never really knew how he'd act day to day - either he was nice or a menace. For whatever reason, he decided to pick on me some of those days. Thing is, I bit back and didn't just take it. I don't remember exactly what it was that day what he or I said, but it ended up with him getting physical. He was twice my size, and lifted me up by my throat, slamming me into a wall. It knocked the breath out of me and I started choking. He let me go rather quickly and stormed off. I don't remember exactly what happened after, but I know that after I told the teacher he got in trouble. My mother wanted to kill him. We were still in the same class throughout elementary and middle school, and we had plenty of other altercations, but that moment of feeling my legs dangling in the air and his hand clamping over my neck is somerhing I won't forget.

Yeah, the multiplication tables.. I never did manage to learn them, teacher was always pissed and screamed at me. At that time I had no idea what is dyscalculia, let alone that I actually have it. Discovered just now in my 30's.. school was hard on me! 😅

An eye for an eye is Hammurabi’s Code, one of the earliest and most detailed sets of **written** laws (other laws existed but weren’t written).

Fourth grade, I wasn’t feeling well and asked the teacher if I could go to the nurse. I stand up…and vomited all over my desk and the floor.

In 4th grade I told my classmates that my father is an asshole and is abusing me, that i literally don't feel safe when my mom is not home. They laughed and said that i will go to orphanage if i keep telling everyone this stuff. On that period i had a wish to murder my father to stop his abuse. He often forgot to take me home from daycare (like when your parents work a lot so they leave you in school until 6pm for extra payment). I usually was the last one to be taken home. I was bullied by kids both during normal lesson time and in daycare. Yeah. Elementary school was not my best time.

I was writing my letters and fell asleep in class and missed half of recess, the nice part was that nobody actually woke me up, they just didn’t bother and one of the assistant teachers stayed with me during my nap. Ironically, the letter I was writing was “z” I think

the thing with me and story 7 is in jr. high...my mom WAS one of my teachers didnt even try to call her "formal" name....I legit would just say "mom" when i saw her....had its perks, i have more then a few stories from Jr. high/high school but elementary school was fairly and mostly tame for me

After I left elementry school, or rather the austrian equivalent of it, 90% of my "friends" collectively decided to ditch and bully me when they saw me on the way to or from school. All because of a toddler nickname of mine, which my brother accidentally leaked.

15:04 i literally got a youtube premium ad once he said youtube

I don't *reeeaaally* remember any of my time in elementary school, though I do know it was all very rough, being some sort of neurodivergent (it's still all undiagnosed, but I seem to have a lot in common with whose with autism? Wild) mom told me that I forced into therapy because of one of my teachers apparently, she was a whole ass awful (She was also the wife of a lawyer so, had a bit more bite then other teachers), but again I really don't remember. One thing I DO remember clearly, is the end of fifth grade, it was some sort of end of the year ice cream party for the kids that had....good grades? or SOMETHING? and just....realizing how utterly alone I was, I had an *entire table* in the cafeteria all to myself, and how I had no friends to sit and talk too and socialize with, to this day it feels sort of a first self awareness awakening, I remember realizing this, finishing my ice cream and then just walking outside sad and alone. Things are a bit better these days, I actually enjoy my time alone now.

top 2 junior high stories: #1: had a teacher said my birth father is 'nothing but a sperm donor' Context: I was after school at a tutoring lesson with this teacher and she said "oh is your dad picking you up" now i am very sensitive about calling my step-father my "dad" because.....he's not, and he knows that, and is okay with that. so anyways i correct her "its my step-dad" and this women looked at me and goes "oh sweaty, your real dad is just a sperm donor" .....this was in 7th grade btw #2: same teacher as above, was a MATH TEACHER and REFUSED to write in print at all times, and i cant read cursive for crap (That should date this story, she was also using one of those old-fashion projectors you have to put a sheet on to use) anyways, she wanted me to STAY AFTER SCHOOL to learn how to write cursive from her from my MATH TEACHER high school stories and maybe college stories to come at another time

When it would rain outside, we were only allowed to play on the concrete. (The playground was slippery) The teachers would have all the kids line up before releasing them to play. Once the whistle blew, all the kids would sprint to the concrete, it looked like a horde of little kids running as fast as they could...and, the first kid to reach the concrete would be dubbed the fastest kid of recess. Well, I was ready to be that kid. I managed to get to the front of the line and the whistle blew. I threw myself into a sprint and I was in the lead! I was overjoyed and proud of myself, I would finally have my moment! Then this girl who I never got along with happened to accidentally trip me. I fell down and laid there and watched her take the lead. My heart just sank and some teach approached me and helped me up, my elbows were all scraped and bloody and I just sighed sadly.

Worst elementary school moment? The mildest one was in third grade when I didn't want to eat a salad even though my para forced me to. Even then, I was being a brat. The second thing was a lot more serious. Fifth grade, we got a new student. Normally for me, yay, new friends! (Im autistic) Unfortunately, she was one of the students with behavioral issues, constantly wanting to pick fights with everyone. She had an explosive temper, the whole deal. It became unbearable for me and my classmates, so much so that my mom had to come in at one point to see how bat crap crazy she was. Luckily, we never saw her again after that grade when she tried to attack our music teacher. I could only turn and walk away.

Oh man, where do I start? Some girls would throw dirt at me and a friend and call us r*t@rds because my friend was in special ed. I learned what sex was a year early because some classmates were making r@pe jokes. My music teacher said my entire class played like pigs. I happily helped out some kids who needed things from the teacher but they were too shy to ask her, only for the teacher to make fun of me in front of EVERYONE saying "well ___ definitely wasn't a good student today, she never shuts up!" Everyone turned and stared. I curled up in a ball and cried. ...I have no love for elementary school.

Story 16. My speech therapist told my parents that i need a third of my tongue cut in order to stop my lisp and sound normal. She then told them how i kept kicking her, and she left with bruises everyday. I looked at her and asked if she ever said when i kicked her. I told her that i swing my feet because i can reach the floor. The chair she had in her office was for adults. My parents told her that i wasnt supposed to be in the speech program at all. That if she had a problem with a 9 year old, then she should learn to speak up. It is in her job to teach volume control. As a 6'4 adult, my tongue is large but fits my frame. I still have nightmares about someone cutting it out though.

My story in elementary school year was that I have lots of bullies making fun of me all towards my chubby looks then my whole classmates and schoolmates even locked me up in the comfort room until a janitor saved me. Sometimes they like to throw papers, chewing gum and even a guy is spitting me. It's a religious private school and the teachers are all in favoritism there so yeah the story of my life being tortured for 7 years of elementary school that I've been through a lot.

There was this kid in my class (2nd grade) who had food poisoning or diarhea or something...1 day he procceeded to crap his pants while in class...it was not a fun experience for the kid sitting next to him or behind him...All I saw was the kid suddenly starting to cry and the teacher going into panic mode.

Not me but my sister. She was in grade 5 and minding her own business near the play ground when this young boy, we’ll call him LB for little bitch, came up and kicked her butt as a form of tagging her for tag. My sister proceeded to grab LB by the back of his head and slammed it into a metal pole right beside her. My mother saw the entire thing from her car and just kept repeating “please get up, please get up”. LB proceeded to stagger to his feet wobbling from what most likely was a major concussion and just looked at my sister in utter fear. He then ran off sideways to his friends and my sister went to my moms car to head home 😂😂

Wow it’s crazy to now match a face to the voice 😂

Your such a good man my friend

I think i might be a bit late ( or not ) but congrats for 400 k!

My worse one might be simple but basically I had a horrible kindergarten teacher. She was very strict, easily got mad, and always threatened to "send us back to preschool" just for slightly misbehaving or sitting wrong. Still don't understand why people who hate kids become teachers but it was just weird and not to mention her son (who was in my grade) was a total asshole as well.

The principal telling me i am going to jail when i am the top 5 students in class ( or top 10 in 5th grade)

This happened in secondary school, Ireland. There was a girl in my class whose father was murdered outside a church (there was funeral happening at the time if I remember rightly) when she came back to school she got into an altercation with another girl and the other girl said “at least I have a dad” That girl got the snot beaten out of her (rightly so) I can’t remember if the girl got into any trouble as this all happened about 16 years ago

Developing ptsd at 5 years old. Thanks to an adult I was supposed to trust.

I was bullied the whole time of primary school, was not fun, I once got a fence in my face and i lost a tooth, fun times

new testament teaches like the exact opposite of eye for an eye