Author Topic: School experiences  (Read 16615 times)

When going to get changed for fencing after school, I walked into the changing room to find a 12 year old covered in blood coming from his head crying, and everyone staring at me, I thought I had done it until they explained what happened.  Oht (member of the forums) was there too.


My fourth grade teacher kicked me in class because I was talking.


One of the kids in my class looked at blue waffle during french class and tried to make everyone look at it, then watched research.  My french teacher checked on his computer, called him up, told him that his screen was being recorded and would be emailed to his parents with a letter of what he was doing, and he had to explain the situation to the head of IT.

haha
that guy failed with the whole blue waffle thing


I was hit in the face with a lunchbox repeatedly :DDD
It was fun.

I was hit in the face with a lunchbox repeatedly :DDD
It was fun.
That was you? :cookieMonster:

I have 2 periods of gym this year to make up swimming because I didn't want to swim this year, so I have gym first period and gym 4th period, and by the time I get to 4th period gym the whole lockerroom smells like someone took a stuff all over the lockerroom.

When going to get changed for fencing after school,

Dude, you fence too? Which weapon?


We were making masks in Art out of plaster, and since you can't really make a plaster mask for yourself by yourself, we had to make the masks for each other while we were lying down very still.
So like if Bob wanted a mask of himself in Plaster, he'd have to have his friend John make the mask on his face while Bob sat very still.

Well, since we have 5 guys in our art class I got paired with the hottest chick (Score!).

I tried not to laugh but I really did enjoy putting white, pastey, sticky plaster all over her face :cookieMonster:
We were also the only boy-girl duo.



The same day our art class went to a glass making place and made really bad-ass looking glass flowers. I made mine with a blue top and red stem. Was really fun and hot in terms of temperature, you filthy minded freak.

Something like that went on at my school last year. Someone would write Zap on your hand, then on your palm they would write someones name. You had to go ask out that person. Though most people didn't actually follow along...
Kinda like game we played in middle school. You get 2:10 written on the top of your hand(time school gets out) And a name written on the palm. You aren't allowed to look at the name until 2:10, if you do, you MUST ask that person out

We were making masks in Art out of plaster, and since you can't really make a plaster mask for yourself by yourself, we had to make the masks for each other while we were lying down very still.
So like if Bob wanted a mask of himself in Plaster, he'd have to have his friend John make the mask on his face while Bob sat very still.

Well, since we have 5 guys in our art class I got paired with the hottest chick (Score!).

I tried not to laugh but I really did enjoy putting white, pastey, sticky plaster all over her face :cookieMonster:
We were also the only boy-girl duo.



The same day our art class went to a glass making place and made really bad-ass looking glass flowers. I made mine with a blue top and red stem. Was really fun and hot in terms of temperature, you filthy minded freak.

I thought this story was going to go where a guy plastered a girls boobs for some reason.

I thought the same thing.

A girl at school called me and my friends gay, then she wrote a song about it. Teacher saw it, ISS.

We were learning about polynomials in my math class last semester. Our teacher was explaining monomials, binomials, and trinomials. He was saying all of it so fast that when he tried to say "binomials" he said "biloveuals" out loud.

Kinda like game we played in middle school. You get 2:10 written on the top of your hand(time school gets out) And a name written on the palm. You aren't allowed to look at the name until 2:10, if you do, you MUST ask that person out

I hate that... But it's fun when you do it to other people putting ridiculous people as the name or put like... Mr. (Name here) and its a guy you're doing it to.