Author Topic: Share things you hate/adore about a few of your classmates.  (Read 3466 times)

The good:

Back in 4th grade, Legos were the stuff. I came to class with mini figures and acted like I was selling drugs, I was paid 5 bucks a figure. So I sort of gave myself an awful rep with lego dealing and I ended up looking like an idiot in the next few years. (Stopped doing this when I hit 5th grade)

There was a few cool kids in my class, Someone named Joel rode on a skateboard and was never caught, So that was cool for a week, Until he hit some teacher with the skateboard accidentally.

The bad:

There was this kid named Trent who was an utter asshat, I hate his guts still to this day. He would swear his ass off and threaten a bunch of kids who mentioned him in conversation, Oh. And he punched a girl into a locker. He got suspended so many times that he had to be removed from the school board, So he moved. And a year later he comes back??

And he continues being a richard, And he shanked a kids arm with a pencil and that kid had to get lead removed from his arm.

Trent is a piece of stuff and is a waste of life, I'm certain he's in juvenile detention right now.



EDIT: I think I made atleast 20 to 30 bucks back then just from legos, And I would lie to my parents how I got the money, What a business that was.

Oh also this one stoner kid in my sign language class who always shows up high and sleeps through half the class. When hes awake hes annoying as crap and used to poke me with pencils and stuff when I used to sit next to him.

I don't really know very many people at school and those in my classes really aren't that bad (mostly just lazy, or talking about weed or crack).

Second grade (the last time I was fully public schooled) was rather eventful. I was 7 years old.

Good people:

There was an eight year old girl named Rebecca in my class and I would always play with her at recess. She was always friendly and she made me three valentines on Valentine's Day and everyone else only got one. Then she told me she was moving to Vermont about the time I was leaving that school (to be homeschooled) and I was sad.

My best friend was a 10 year old (gifted program, not all kids were in second grade) named Trevor. He invited me to his birthday party and was my personal bodyguard. I remember there was a bad ice storm when I had to wait outside for my mom to pick me up. It felt like needles were shooting into my face so I hid behind a tree. Trevor saw me and came to my aid. When my mom came and parked, he shielded me from the ice and walked me all the way across the track, across the playground, and across the school yard until I was in the van. He also fought the bullies who tried to tease or mess with me.

I had a "friend" (it was that time when I thought everyone was my friend) named Tyler who was eight. I always copied everything he did but he was also fun at recess. I remember he liked pretending he was playing the Annoying Orangeet in music class so I always pretended I was too. He'd just glare at me and not say anything.

I had a friend named Brandon who was in a different class across the hallway. I usually only talked to him after school (or before, if I was early, which was almost never), but our classrooms sometimes did group projects. I had him as a partner for an experiment where we had to keep pet crickets. My cricket died so he dumped his in my jar and then told the teacher that his cricket had died so he got himself a new one.

Bad:

Matthew and Heather were fraternal twins who made their goal through second grade to bully me. Matthew started out nice. He took me on a tour around the school when I first attended and helped me get my binders and folders set up. He and his sister began teasing me soon after. In the yard after school one day, Matthew grabbed me by the back of my shirt, dropped snow down my back, and shoved me on the ground. Trevor witnessed the whole thing from inside and came running out. Both of them balled their fists and Matthew wound up flat on his back.

holy stuff my acquainance zach tried to steal my loving  :cookie: