Author Topic: How'd you act as a [younger] kid?  (Read 4374 times)

I went to the principal's room everyday all day

those were the days

when i was in kindergarten i have vague memories of mooning my entire class

It's interesting that you were like this, 'cause nowadays you don't seem like someone who would do that type of thing at all.

I sincerely think that my "homeschooled rehab" turned me for the better. There are still some things that aren't completely gone yet, but I don't flip off, hit, or spit on people anymore lol

I remember when my friends constantly called a substitute  teacher a fat cunt, and because i was around i was suspected to.
So what follows is having a talk with the principal, my buds are crying regretting what they've said, whilst i just sit there, blankly staring trough loving everything.
Didn't say a word at all.

After that substitute teacher left we got a new one.
Harry the substitute teacher with diabeetus, taking insulin shots during speeches, a tall and slim dude with glasses.
Lets just say that most classes went as following: He'd begin talking about whater-the-forget whilst the class handicap shouted some random bullstuff towards a kid with ADHD usually resulting in a fight
Teacher tries to stop it
Tard isn't having any of this stuff starts calling him a friend and other things
Harry would promptly run off to the principal whilst a fight broke loose in class
After returning with the principal stuff would get settled
During the times he could actually teach anything everyone was busy talking all the time and there was no way he could silence us
So he just sat there behind is desk looking at his PC taking insulin every now and then
Being a person who has a blackhole in his brain somewhere i completely forgot everything that happened from that point forward
All i know was that the class pretty much bullied him away and we never saw him again
Everyone from class still talks about it to this day

I was a loving moronic little starfish.

Stupid
I seriously hate thinking about myself as a kid a lot of times because I was embarrased a lot of it

When I was in 1st grade I punched some kid in the face because he talked to much. He got a nose bleed, but i didn't want to get in trouble so I lied to the security guard about what happened. Its funny because the kid didn't say anything he just agreed, I guess he was intimidated.

Also while in 1st grade me and my older brother made fake cigarettes and sold them to kids at school. We lived in New York btw

In the cigarettes we put salt in them taped the ends, and put them in crayon boxes, we were handicapped pls don't ask lol. The worst part of it was the kids actually bought it and smoked it ._.



After 1st grade I moved to Fl and started 2nd grade there. I became a better kid I guess, I didn't punch kids anymore. I still acted immaturely me and some kids we perverts, we would rest our hands on the booties of girls softly so they don't realize it.

But during 2nd grade i still did my work and got good grades until 8 grade. I started not giving 2 stuffs about work at all, I had an algebra class I didn't turn in one thing. I failed it and had to take pre algebra and algebra at the same time 9 grade year.....................

I took this to far lol i'm no longer a younger kid by 9th grade

i was an ok kid. i was a huge snitch, never slept at naptimes unless i was sick, was the pretty much the teacher's pet in most of my classes because i was so well behaved, read books all the time, got suspended for drawing guns in 4th grade (that incident kinda traumatized me and i wound up with social anxiety party because of it), etc

but in homeschooling i was a bad kid. i cheated on all of my work because my dad would lecture me to the point where i could barely breathe from sobbing over tiny mistakes like misplacing a negative sign and i didn't want to deal with that stuff anymore. (that's the other factor of my social anxiety and my crippling fear of adults/people in authority)

also i was a huge disgusting weaboo who would always try to sing japanese and watch randumb stuff (and then imitate it in real life) and i thought that meme faces and 9gag were funny.
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I never understood why kids thought being defiant was fun, I was a goodie two shoes, never got in trouble for anything

I never understood why kids thought being defiant was fun, I was a goodie two shoes, never got in trouble for anything
yeah i have a pretty stellar academic record except the time i drew guns before school started and someone stole my paper and gave it to the supervisor. kinda funny how i got suspended for a week for drawings stick figures holding an L while the popular boy of the grade wore a shirt with a detailed assault rifle patterning the covered the shirt 2 days in a row, the second day being to the awards assembly in front of the school board and all the parents. he didn't get in any trouble at all.

Pretty much everyone I grew up with has turned into druggies.
I still hang out with them though, they're fun to do drugs with.
c:

EDIT: this isn't even the right thread wtf
« Last Edit: August 16, 2014, 02:02:54 PM by Clone v.117 »


In 2001, I remember getting pissed at the neighbor kid, Dallas. Now this kid was probably worse than I ever was. His parents let him do whatever he wanted and I remember his house was clad in Confederate flags which made it stand out from the other duplexes in the quaint suburb town of Grand Rapids. His whole family was weird and quite aggressive.

He would climb over (otherwise his mom would lift him) our yard fence, regardless of whether we were home or not. My mom got out of bed one morning to find Dallas on our deck looking in the windows. I also heard a story where he got into someone else's house and walked in on the owner while she was in the shower.

For some reason, my mom let me play with Dallas. I remember he was a short blonde-haired kid around my age but he was very demanding. One day, he was yelling at me from in his yard while I was playing with my brother in my yard. I think he wanted me to come over to his house but I was busy, so I picked up an large rock and threw it at his forehead. I didn't play with Dallas ever again.

My mom found the apology note that she made me write saved onto the computer a couple days ago. I should try finding it.

Lol I found them.





Parents' note



« Last Edit: August 16, 2014, 12:07:43 PM by XR-7 »

Still a kid Still insane and still plain weird
ninja: By insane I mean laugh like a hyena on crack make weird noises and always see scary stuff from creepypasta (shudder)
I am also paranoid a lot and by a lot I mean ALOT
« Last Edit: August 16, 2014, 12:11:06 PM by Bomberguy »

Still a kid Still insane and still plain weird
ninja: By insane I mean laugh like a hyena on crack make weird noises and always see scary stuff from creepypasta (shudder)
I am also paranoid a lot and by a lot I mean ALOT
the randumb is strong with this one

the randumb is strong with this one
Tell me how that was "randumb"