Former Students Are Revealing How "That Kid" Got Expelled

Unfortunately, when I was younger, I was that "one kid." I was smart. Too smart for my own good and too isolated to properly socialize. In 7th grade, I became very intuitive with audio electronic engineering. I loved building and producing amplifiers, guitar pedals, and synthesizers.

You name it, I tried to make it all. I had, at the time, become obsessed with the idea of portable, self-enclosed, battery-powered guitar amplifiers, and I had wanted to make one that had any output. It had bluetooth onboard, a 1/4 inch out, and was roughly 5 watts, running off of a lipo battery for RC cars. Quite an endeavor for me at the time.

The unfortunate part. I made friends with a teacher who was also into electronics and would sometimes pick his brain for ideas or circuit redesigns. I brought the amplifier to school. This is when RadioShack was still around.

This is also when they had the big black enclosure boxes and giant toggle switches. In the box, there was the circuit, two quarter inch jacks, a massive toggle switch on top, and some LED's as well as a voltage LCD on the screen that would display what the battery level was at.

Unfortunately, this meant the number would recede until it reached levels that would no longer power the device. In the cafeteria that day during breakfast, I pulled it out to show my friends what I had made. And as I pulled it out, my friend asked me, "Yo dude, is that a bomb?" And instead of saying "No, " I believe the words were "Yeah dumbass, it's a bomb." Sarcasm implied.

Well, apparently, it had, within thirty minutes, devolved into every time I looked at it or adjusted a screw or whatever, students would reach up and flick the switch and make explosion noises with their mouths. I ended up in the second hour.

Halfway through the class, about 3 armored swat members in full riot gear stormed into the classroom, pulled me out of my chair, and slammed me into the ground, while another grabbed my backpack and ran outside with it.

They pulled the device out, started looking at it, and opened the enclosure. As soon as they realized there were no explosives, they threw it away. I was immediately placed in handcuffs for a terroristic threat and shipped off to juvenile hall.

While at juvenile hall, I was assigned a probation officer, then placed in a group home for much more violent kids than I. I was not allowed back into the Springfield Public School system for two years.

Username: Vivid-Beautiful-1319

It wasn't any one thing it was the accumulation of things. Between never backing down when build would pick on me to talking the offensive when I suddenly grew a foot bigger than them.

I had a temper too and while I really only stood up long enough to stop being picked on it was a memorable run. I didn't become a bully so it was let go.

Then I became cool for standing up to older kids (I skipped grades so the little kid in high school that would fight anyone was a draw) and so I did what any kid in high school too young that suddenly became cool would do.

Drugs. Lots of them. Skipped school a lot, failed my 9th grade year which was a BIG deal to everyone and decided I liked being liked more than being smart. Rules became a suggestion that I didn't follow often. My dad was abusive and my mom lost control of me far too early so I was independent at 12. All of this led to me being a nightmare for most adults.

I was never mean, I love everyone, but I did get defiant. Why bother pretending you are going to do something, just say No and let them know that physical violence is the only way to get me to do anything so unless you are prepared for it, move on.

I blame this attitude on my ferrets. There comes a certain point where you need to do mental calculus because they just aren't going to do what you say, and most of the time it's easier to let it go. So most people did. I got way too much self control in my life for a young teen and school no longer mattered.

Finally, a friend of mine did something messed up to another friend of mine and I spit in his face and called his mother a whore. He was way bigger than me and kicked the shit out of me (deserved) and they took the opportunity to boot me.

I liked the next school better but decided to strike out on my own so I got emancipated at 17 and moved out. My mom passed of cancer when I was 26 (44 now) and we never got the chance to have the relationship I always wanted because I grew up too fast.

Wasnt her fault, I was adopted at 5 and was already a ball of damage. There was only so much she could do. She wanted a child so badly and got me, I wish she had gotten my sister instead, she would have gotten the child she wanted. She didn't deserve me.

Anyway, I make damn good money with a great family and do everything I can to not be the villain of anyone's stories now. I have MS, permanent damage from drugs and multiple felonies though so start on school kids.

Username: khavii

his name was ethan, in my math class, end of the day. the teacher was a short angry guy, think bagel boss guy who’s good at math. ethan was tall, this is relevant. ethan was also 18 and due to family stuff, had moved out of his parents house and was renting a room from a friends parents. i know this because we were friends.

ethan was texting in class, so the teacher took his phone. few minutes later, ethan is still not paying attention, so the teacher kicks him out. he needed his phone for work (think he was a pizza delivery driver) and asked for it back. the teacher said “no, your parent or guardian can come pick it up later.”

ethan brought up that he was 18, and didn’t live with his parents, didn’t even speak to them. the teacher wouldn’t budge. so ethan took the clock off the wall, said “i’m confiscating this. your parent or guardian can come pick it up later.” the teacher tells him to put it back, and starts walking over to him. ethan merely holds it just out of the teachers reach. the teacher could have probably jumped up and gotten it, but he knew better.

the bell rang, end of the school day. I stuck around just to see what would happen. it turned into a bigger argument, and the teacher called for security but because it was the end of the day, the security guards were all busy. during this time ethan gets more impatient, yells at the teacher that he’s putting ethan’s job at risk, which puts his housing at risk, it’s the end of the day and he’s a legal adult.

ethan brings up that he can be sent away to die in a war, he should be able to get his phone back. the teacher refused, probably out of pride at this point, not any real rules. the teacher starts yelling at ethan, so ethan threw the clock. nailed him in the forehead. security guards eventually show up, ethan’s taken out of the school.

he did get his phone back. he got expelled, or at least placed on home bound. he was due to graduate in a few weeks and had decent grades, so while he couldn’t walk at graduation, he at least got his degree.

the following year, a student fell asleep in that teachers class. the teacher shook the desk, and it caused the kid to chip a tooth. he got 2 months suspension (no idea if it was paid or not), and had to do anger management. my sister ended up having him 4 years after I did and as far as I know he still teaches tho this happened a decade ago.

Username: dogwithaknife

It was a beautiful thing to witness. I went to Christian private schools my entire grade school life and I’ve seen some kids get away with the craziest crap and not get expelled. Heard about even crazier shit that I didn’t see and still it’s very hard for them to get expelled. At the worst the shit-stirrer would be “politely asked not to return for the next quarter” (or semester or year, whatever time applied).

What I saw though? It was the funniest thing to watch. I was a senior and it was the last period of the day. I was in RELIGION class, of all things. There had been rumors going around all day that a drug dog was going to be around the school grounds when school let out and that made people sooo paranoid.

Paranoid enough that one guy, Cal(fake name), who was in my religion class with me, decided to shovel down two weed brownies at once immediately before class had started in a matter of the like 5 minutes we get between our long ass periods.

For those uninformed on edibles, especially with edible brownies, you ain’t supposed to even eat a full one of them. And this sunflower stalk of a boy did not have the BMI or the THC tolerance to handle what he just consumed. Dude was ZOiNKED.

Wasn’t really noticeable at first, since it took time for it to work. But then he asked to go to the water fountain. 5 minutes after he came back he asked to go again. And again. And again. He asked at least 6-7 times to get water so our teacher Mr. M told him to go to the nurse to get a water bottle.

The nurse’s office was literally a 20 second walk from our classroom and the guy was gone for 10 minutes, and when he came back do you think he had a water bottle? Nope. He asked to go get water again.

At this point Mr. M was aggravated and had been understandably suspicious of him for a while so he told one of the other students to escort Cal to the nurse to get water. I guess at around this point Mr. M messaged the head office for help.

Cal and other student came back pretty quickly, with a water bottle this time and they sit back down and go back to the lesson. Suddenly he ends up raising his hand and finally gets called on again, wanna know what he asked? Because I will never forget this exchange in my life.

“Can I go get some water?”
“Why can’t you use your water bottle?”
“It’s broken”
Long silence from EVERYONE
“...what?”
“The lid is broken it don’t work.”

IT WAS A PLASTIC DISPOSABLE WATER BOTTLE. I can’t remember what Mr. M said right after that but it was something like no, the bottle works fine. Then maybe 2 minutes after that our Dean of Students and Dean of Discipline (we had a lot of weird titles in my high school) showed up and had him leave the class.

Not before he decided to RUB the Dean of Discipline’s STOMACH like she was pregnant (not like it matters but she was not), and had an argument with her about carrying his stuff. He wanted to leave his things in the classroom thinking he’d come back but he was basically pushed out of the room by the other Dean.

I never saw him again, and found out he was probably the first person in years to be outright expelled from the school. They have a really low tolerance for any weed/drug related thing, on top of him acting out in *religion* class.

Anyway I’m a massive weed smoker now and I’ve always wished I could someday be on that level of high. I’ll eventually achieve that dream, eventually.

Username: TotalNerdDork

I was the expelled kid. Twice even. First time was in 3rd grade at a private christian elementary school. I was a pretty violent little shit and got sent to the principals office pretty often cause I'd punch other students. I thought I had good reasons for doing it, but I really didn't.

One day my class is playing kickball at recess on the blacktop and one kid in particular on the other team keeps cheating. Or at least, \*I\* thought he was cheating. Anyway, recess ends and other kid goes to grab the balls that fell in a ditch behind their goal.

I come up behind him, push him down and shout "Don't cheat!" and walk away. What I didn't know is that his head hit the asphalt and he got a concussion. Ended up having to sign a contract to never put my hands on another student again in order to stay in the school. Guess what I did a week later?

The second time was senior year of high school. I had mellowed out by that point, but was still a pretty angry dude. Was just better at hiding it. So I'm hanging out with my friends in art class, cause senior year was super easy elective year, and since my friends and I are all nerds of course we're being teased by the football players who decided art class was the easy A class.

One day the teasing gets to me more than usual (I honestly have no idea what exactly was said that set me off) but I saw red. Next thing I remember, I've got one of the football players against the wall with an Xacto knife to his neck, threatening to kill him.

I let him go and dropped the knife but the damage was done. Got expelled and had criminal charges brought against me. Turns out the dudes family was old money. They charged me with two felonies and misdemeanor threats.

Worst mistake of my life looking back was threatening that kid. He was just a punk, pretty sure he was two years below me too. There was no reason to go nearly as far as I did. The charges were dropped down to just a misdemeanor for assault, and I never got arrested or anything, but because I was charged with felonies I wasn't able to get in the navy after HS like I wanted.

Had to finish HS from home and I'm pretty sure the strain is what led to my GF breaking up with me. Definitely the one thing I would change if I could do it over again.

Username: LordBirdperson

ALMOST MYSELF....BUT I GOT AWAY...JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME
So back in my highs school days I made alot of money selling weed, and wasnt some 40-50 bucks we talking like 5-600 a week. This was late 90's (1999 Grad) and school was far different then and wasn't so locked down.

So my usual routine would be I would make my rounds before school and jump in different peoples car and get rid of this or that. MY ONE RULE was "if you say you want it you better Fn buy it before school when I made my rounds." So this "dude" who I didnt really like but is one of my friends, best friend cause they grew up on same street BS.

He hits me on my pager night before (yes I had a pager) tells me he wants an "Ounce of the good", ok no big deal we are talking the middes people (those that know..know the middies) So I tell him my rule for maybe the 50th time cause he is a moron.

FAST-FORWARD NEXT MORNING - when i gotup i just felt weird and had a bad feeling about the day (I'm a Pisces, and its kind of weird but sometimes I can see the future, other Pisces know) So I goto to school make my rounds and all of sudden I start looking around and he is no where to be found, T-minus 5 mins till school starts.

I didn't drive and pretty sure my mom dropped me off. So as i'm asking around some one comes up and I hear "Billy got in a wreck this morning" (panic starts to set in) SO I AM LEFT WITH A CHOICE: OPTION 1 Carry this around all day or put it in my locker (big risk people got busted all the time )

OPTION 2: throw it away and lose a bunch of money (maybe 100 bucks, such a stupid idiot back then) So being a greedy POS chose option 1 cause I was invincible blah blah. BUT WHEN I GOT IN I PUT IT IN MY LOCKER.

So I sit down in 1st hour and notice the teacher has this really odd look on her face. As I'm analyzing this and time literally slowed down I turn my head and see the **swat team walking down the hallway pass our classroom with prob 5 drug dogs.** I literally almost passed out and shit myself at the same time.

Principal gets on intercom and says there has been reports of alot of drug use going on in the parking lots and within these walls. We will be searching every person locker. You are not allowed to leave at anytime and bathroom breaks are not permitted.

So think about this they're systemically going through every locker and my locker would of been either the first or last one just based on how they were doing it. So as we are sitting there the principle would get on intercom and say "joe smith you need to come to my office" and humiliates the person (like i said different times) because ole joe forgot he had some mushrooms and acid in there. So I had to sit there the entire hour ready to jump out of my skin.

NOW IT GETS INTRESTING...so they obvi wouldn't let people go back to their lockers so I'm left with another choice. Await my fate or try and **get past these cops (swat team i mind u) to my locker grab the shit and run out of building without anyone noticing and run home through the woods missing all of school and them calling parents and getting a 7 day in school in school suspension for it.**

How I got around the cops to my locker was out of some mission impossible moves. Don't really remember and kind of blacked out honestly, but I made it. I literally grabbed the stuff tiptoe to the backdoors and usually there are security officers and personal and today NO ON WAS THERE..why becuase of the cops they were all inside. I got home and threw up prob 10 times from the adrenaline rush

Username: IMRICKJAMESBEETTCCHH

Well, this is super fucked now that I actually think about it. My good friend, “C”, from our Catholic elementary school was expelled for making a “shank” that I had actually made. She was the only black student in our grade (and honestly maybe even in the whole school at that point, I don’t remember). We were in third or fourth grade I believe.

Basically, C and I got the whole class together and we came up with this game that was basically just a turf war, lol. We designated cops, defenders, “bad guys”, etc, and sectioned out the class room into territories.

Whenever someone would go into “your” territory, all hell would break loose and we’d basically go into fight mode. The poor teacher, lol. The “bad guys” would try to breach the defenders and get past the cops, and try to steal someone’s seat or something.

Really dumb kid stuff. We all started designing weapons, and having “battles”. We were wrapping tape around the bottom of our section so people would trip, then we’d bum rush them while laughing maniacally, and they’d get up and we’d sword fight with whatever weapon we’d created.

Usually it was a sharpened pencil, a bunch of markers stuck together, or a few pencils taped together. The goal was to break the opponents weapon, we weren’t stabbing each other or anything. Being a little weirdo, I discovered I could get the two halves of the safety scissors apart, which made me essentially invincible. I have the other half to C.

Looking back, the entire thing was pretty dangerous and I’m surprised it went on as long as it did and that nobody got hurt. Anyway, as soon as the other kids realized our scissor trick, it became a hot commodity. Kids would bring us their scissors for a trade, and we’d make them “weapons” for the battle.

A few days later, C was gone, and the teacher came down hard on our game. I didn’t know what had happened to C for a long time, someone finally told me she’d gotten expelled for making “shanks”. Super fucked, especially since the teacher knew it was me who was making them, but they targeted the one black student instead.

Super ridiculous. I have so many fucked up stories from that place, tbh. I’ve always felt terrible about what happened to C. If I’d known what was happening I would’ve fessed up, but I didn’t even know she was in trouble, she just disappeared. Thankfully, she’s doing great now!

Username: righttoabsurdity

He was just generally a psychopath and possibly a serial killer in the making. I didn't really know him and originally didn't associate with him but my mom was a school principal...his elementary school principal. She caught him doing inappropriate things, like masturbating to female teachers (while in class) and attempting to hurt female students in her school.

He attempted to drag one young girl down the stairs by her hair. He was in grade 6 at the time. While she won't tell me the details, for many reasons, there was also some stuff in his home life going on that were completely inappropriate that she caught wind of, so she called Children's Aid Society and everything took it's course from there. He was removed from her school because of his behavior which made him a danger to other students and staff.

When he and I were in Grade 10, he was brought into our high school. It was actually a completely different township from where he had originally gone to school so it was weird to see him there. There were rumors that we were the only school who was willing to try taking him, though I doubt that's true. It was probably just luck of the draw.

Through a friend of mine who knew about this kid and new the story of my mother getting him removed from school, he found out who my mother was. And apparently he was a grudge holder. Initially, I knew nothing about it. It was only this past year, 8 years after the last time I saw this kid, that my mom explained some of the things that had gone down for her to 'expel' him. And she only told me because she was retired and I no longer lived in that area. I respect her professionalism.

Anyway, once he learned who I was he would often approach me and do weird things like grab at my arms and say mean things to me. He would attempt to harass me at lunch time, but I was rarely alone, so I would just shrug the behavior off as annoying but not much else. You know, the whole 'wow, what a freakshow but whatever' attitude teenagers have.

Eventually, it boiled over. He threw a large, metal table at me and two other students even though we did literally nothing to provoke him. Once the table was flipped on top of us, he attempted to push it and grind us further into the floor. It was such a sudden and unexpected move that no one did anything. Everyone was just really shocked.

This was in the end of a Grade 10 science class...substitute teacher nearly peed his pants and was completely out of his element. I cried like a baby while he tried to figure out what to do: I cried for so long after class, just trying to calm down, that I missed the bus (it was the last class of the day) and my father was called to come get me.

I found out the day after when I came to school that he was suspended for that but he was back a few months later. *Edit: I should just mention that he didn't hurt me or the other two students, by some miracle, we were just a little sore, shocked and scared by it.*

At that time he cornered me in the stairwell, pushed me up against the wall by my neck and threatened me until he was caught by someone else coming down the stairs. He stalked and was generally threatening to a few other girls around the school. There was another girl in particular he was 'targeting' but she was very private about the things he'd done so I'm not sure what happened to her.

Not to mention I kind of wanted to forget all about it and I've never been the 'details, details' sort...so I never asked. I imagine it was worse then what happened to me though because just me being made to feel unsafe likely wouldn't result in him being removed from school...again.

He wasn't 'expelled' per say, my principal just decided that he was too much of a danger to other students and forced his worker to find him an alternative schooling arrangement. My mother was friends with that principal until they both retired and she confirmed this was indeed the case - he was deemed too dangerous to be in a school with other students for a second time.

I don't know what happened to him but I never had to see him again. I'm probably just being dramatic, but I always thought he was genuinely a serial killer in the making. Because he was very aggressive, stalked girls and the two of us who got the brunt of it both had red hair. Which was an odd coincidence and it just reminds me about how serial killers often have a 'type'.

I mentioned this to my mom when we talked about it recently and she actually agreed with me. She said she always got a creepy, serial killer vibe from him...even when he was in Grade 6...and it makes me wonder what else he might have done that she is aware of and is simply too professional to say anything about.

Username: OrthodoxLily

In my secondary school, it was common to play one MMORPG game on IT classes. Select students were given admin passwords to install and update the game - particularly someone who had IT classes shortly after the weekly server maintenance.

In this game, you didn't want to die - you would lose effectively 20% of your all-time progress on that character. That is, if you played 100 hours - you'd lose 20 hours worth of progress.

One guy somehow managed to install a bot without admin rights, and let it run in the background while he was doing some school stuff in excel. He'd occasionally make sure nobody's watching, and alt-tab to see if his character isn't dying. For obvious reasons he didn't want to have sound alerts enabled - everybody would hear that he's cheating.

After a few minutes, he completely forgot about that, and focused entirely on the Excel. The classes are almost over, but nobody is allowed to leave the classroom until everyone's finished. So, most are already packed up, with backpacks on their backs, ready to storm out of the classroom (like secondary school guys). Everyone's standing besides that one guy still finishing his task on Excel that, for some weird reason, keeps freezing.

He's finished his task, closes the excel window, and ups! His character lying dead in the game, with red "Warning: low health" texts in the bot's log window. Everyone was like "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu".

Someone took a picture of that. His account got permbanned the same day. Additionally, the school staff thought that he was hacking, aka, what Russians do to western government servers - so they held him at school, called his parents for urgent personal disciplinary referral, and even notified the police.

Also, for the rest of his days at school, he was hated by entire school because he was "botter". And everyone was making memes on him. For instance, when he was walking back and forth at the school corridor, and not responding to anyone - "he's botting again"

Username: [deleted]

Caused a terrorist incident in my town for dressing up in black camo and having pink super soakers. I wrote this story about a month ago in another thread.

In Connecticut there's a common senior game called either "assassins" or "water wars." It's pretty simple:
* You and a friend are a team. You're assigned to assassinate another team while another team is assigned to assassinate you. All secret of course. Each team pays $10 to play, winner gets the pot (usually around $500 or more)

* You assassinate other players by using water (water guns, water balloons, basically anything you can use to wet another person).
* You can play anywhere that's NOT school grounds (no zero tolerance gun bullshit), not the targets place of work, and you cant enter their home without permission. That's it. Everywhere else is fair game.

There's only one road that you can enter and exit the school from, which is also a main road for people to travel to work in the morning so it's generally a traffic shitshow every day. One team decided they would get their target on her way to school, so they got up at 5AM, put on black camoflauge clothes, put on black warpaint on their faces, and hid behind some bushes of a houses front yard with pink super soakers.

While waiting, the owner of the house saw them through her window and thought they were terrorists (this was the spring after 9/11). Cut to 9am. I come into school late because I have senior privilage and the schools on lockdown.

I'm greeted at the door by a cop with a hand on his gun who looks over my backpack and sends me directly to the auditorium. I'm totally confused for an hour until finally the entire senior class is sent to the auditorium for an "emergency assembly."

The school principal and the chief of police are there and are pissed. They're yelling at us that this game has terrorized the town and that we all should be ashamed and blah blah blah. They threaten that any minor caught playing with any form of water guns in town would immediately be arrested (lol wut) and then demand that the senior class give the jackpot money to the principal immediately.

The class erupted into a massive "FUCK YOU" mentality and immediately began calling out the police and the principal on their bullshit. Students gave no fucks and walked up to the front of the assembly to start insulting the cops, the principal, and explaining how they had no actual legal stance to threaten anything they were trying to enforce and that parents AND their lawyers WILL get involved if they push it.

They pushed it, so the entire class again told them to fuck themselves and our second senior ditch happened. The team that caused all the mess (which, honestly, fucking idiots who ruined it for everyone) got expelled for a couple days until their parents lawyers reminded the school that since this was a non-school related incident they couldn't legally do that.

They were allowed back but had a very uncomfortable end to their senior year. The faculty hated our class. They didn't want to come to graduation but were obligated due to their employment. The principal didnt last long after our class graduated, and the class after us didn't get to play as far as we heard.

As for the money, the remaining kids in the game went to the local park for a water fight and gave the money to the winners there. It was the biggest fuck you to the school system and police department my town had ever seen from students.

Username: [deleted]

I got expelled for throwing a bible in the trash in Catholic high school. It was in response to the hardass VP trying to make an example out of me in front of a room full of about 60 kids who all had detention for minor uniform infractions.

There is a LOT more to the story but to cut to the point, he dismissed me from the detention five minutes in and as I was leaving he announced to everyone I was expelled. Knowing he couldn't just *do that* at a school we paid tuition at, I packed up my books and started to leave, yeah whatever buddy.

On my way out the door he stopped me, and said snidely, "Let us know how [local public high school] treats you." The way he said it was with disgust and judgment in his tone. I was dating a girl from that school; my parents went to that school; one of my best friends went to that school. He knew most of that, so it was an intentional shot.

I looked down at the heap of books in my hand and saw the school's edit of the Holy Bible on top. So I said, "Welp...if I'm going to [local public high school], I guess I won't be needing this, will I?" and I slam-dunked it into the trash can. The trash can even rolled around on it's rim for a second like a perfect movie shot.

Turned out he actually couldn't throw me out like that -- however he lied to my father (while sitting under a huge effigy of the Christ...ironic) that basically it was a done deal and he was willing to let my father sign termination papers to pull me out of the school instead "to keep my record clean."

Unfortunately my father did not believe me when I told him the guy was lying -- he basically said I did these things unprovoked, and the expulsion was in response to it. That guy is lucky as fuck my much more serious mother was in the hospital for cancer surgery that weekend -- she would have sued the shit out of that place.

Username: [deleted]

There was this kid Blake who I think may have been a complete sociopath, just kinda did whatever he felt like to other people and didn't seem to care about the consequences. Seemed to also have ADHD or something - if you looked into his eyes you saw only goddamn mania.

One time this other kid, Nick, who was one of those small, quiet types who are magnets for bullying, decided he'd had enough of being viewed as a victim, and picked a fight with Blake (not his wisest choice). We hear some commotion in the hall and turn to see that Nick has just thrown a sucker punch at the back of Blake's head.

With a look on his face of pure enraged confusion, Blake grabs Nick's throat with one hand and slams him up against the lockers, lifting him bodily off the floor. And it's not like Blake was a huge guy, pretty typical husky 14-year-old body, but he tapped into some fucking scary strength just then.

It seemed like he actually had a psychotic episode or something, because all of a sudden his face slackened, he dropped Nick and ran away. For his part, Nick simply sat on the ground with his head in his hands until everyone left. Blake was on thin(ner) ice following this incident.

About two weeks later, some privileged, popular little fuckers realize that Blake is very persuadable. They decide he's so crazy that anything he does will be blamed on his craziness and not on anyone else. So they rev him up, pretending to be his friends, and convince him to take a kleenex, wipe his ass with it, and then shove it into this random girl's face. And he does it.

Blake was expelled, and the pricks who orchestrated it received suspensions. This never sat well with me. Like if you hang a bloody steak in front of a tiger and then let it out of its cage, you should be held accountable for the lives it then takes; the tiger's just being a tiger.

Anyway, in a rare expression of karmic justice, it never seemed to sit well with anyone else in the school either. Those guys' popularity very quickly waned as even 14-year-old junior high kids realized what fucking assholes they were.

Username: DancyLad

I have a friend that for a costume during Halloween had a plunger shotgun. It’s exactly what you think a plunger that has a shot gun handle a classic American household item everyone has it. They see it and he is suspended for bringing a gun replica, simple right?

But that’s where your wrong it all started going south when my friend showed up late to school. Because of this his friend let him in the back door. Not only that but the friend (the actual owner of said plunger) gave him the “gun” to complete his duck hunter outfit.

To make things worse it was on his back where you could only see the the butt of the “gun.” A student sees this suspicious behavior and the school gets shut down. Police are called everyone crawls into the corners of the rooms and turns the lights off.

(Sorry none NA people who can’t visual this not really a problem elsewhere) after a few minutes the misunderstanding is realized and my friend is sent down to the office to talk to the principle. One small problem... no one told the cops.

After coming around a corner confused at why it was such a big deal he is met with three SWAT policemen who point their guns at him and yell at him to put his hands on the wall. My friend (who is kind of an idiot if you haven’t figured out from this story) turns around and says “why is this a big deal it’s fake” which was proceded by the cops slamming him to the wall and handcuffing him

He was suspended for a week and so was his “ accomplice” who let him in the back door suppling the weapon. I know this might sound fake but hick town Indiana will get ya.

Username: CuteWhiteBoi

He couldn't stop laughing... I went to Catholic school, and we had to attend a weekly mass, on Fridays during the school day. While at mass, at a moment when we all needed to stand up, and as Father C. was just finished saying: "Let us give praise to The Lord thy God", and just before we were supposed to respond: "Let us give Him thanks, and praise", Weezer (not his real name), let rip a fart.

It wasn't a particularly loud fart but the chapel we were in, was indeed a particularly reverberant one, thus adding a very audible sonic tail, to said fart that was heard clearly in the silence between the call, and answer part.

The look on Father C.'s face was priceless. He was dumbfounded, and livid. No doubt with all the years of being a priest, at a school, that used to be an all boys academy back in the 50's he must've experienced some other wise ass kid doing the same thing bu he was furious nonetheless.

To his credit, when the soft wave of echoing tween chuckles (there were at least forty of us) was interwoven with "Let us give Him thanks , and praise", Father C. maintained his composure, and moved on. However, Spanky (not his real name) could not stop laughing. He tried though but as you can imagine, every muffled chortle, just echoed, and became fuel for even more laughter.

Weezer, on the other hand, remained stone faced, you would have thought nothing had happened, at all. He never cracked a smile, or even looked around, to feign that it wasn't him. In retrospect it was masterful.

Anyway; this made it all the more funny to Spanky, and he was already tearing.
Immediately after mass Sister Discipline (not her real name), led us the the gym where we all had to stand, as she demanded t know:

"Who flatulated in the grotto?!?" That's what we called the chapel, as it was a crude re-created version of the cave that The Virgin Mary appeared in, in France. But I digress.

When we heard the word "flatulated" we all lost it (except for Weezer who just stood there, with his hands behind his back like he was contemplating Father C's sermon) but only for like a second, because Sister Discipline was no joke, and we were all terrified of her!

But Spanky didn't get the memo...He could not stop laughing! I wonder now if he was high but we were 12, and mass was at like 11AM, even in the unlikely scenario that he puffed before school, he couldn' t have still been that high three hours later.

Anyway, Spanky was no longer holding back. Every time Sister Discipline slammed her pointer on the table , and Weezer kept up his stone face, Spanky would just lose it all over again.

Obviously, everyone, except us kids, thought it was Spanky that "flatulated". When confronted, Spanky was laughing too hard to even utter words of defense, or denial, and to, his, credit, he didn't rat out Weezer, who was still just staring around like he didn't even know why we were there.

Well at that point Sr. Discipline yelled: " If you don't stop this, right now, you can GET OUT!!!"
So Spanky, while still laughing, and with tears in his eyes, and snot running down his face, that he was trying to wipe off with his tie, just turned, an walked towards the exit door, opened it up (the sunlight lit up the gym, and created a halo like effect around Weezer) turned back around, waved at us all, while still laughing ,stepped out, and as the door slammed shut, let out a howling laugh that I can still hear this very moment as I write this, and was never seen, by any of us, till this day.

We were only weeks away from our 8th grade graduation by the way. My guess is that when he got home, in the middle of the day, he told his grandparents (who were raising him) what happened, and they just sent his ass to military school like they had promised, if he got in trouble again. No one else ratted on Weezer so he got away with his holy flatulence.

Username: DonHozy

I was friends with this kid since elementary school. Let’s call him Corey. We went to different Junior High schools but reconnected in High School. Corey was different. Rage simmered under the surface. He became an angry person. We rarely shared a class but we always had the same lunch period.

By sophomore year, Corey was really into anime (as was I, but his bordered on obsessive) and we finally shared a class that wasn’t lunch: Gym. Corey would fuckin’ Naruto run in Gym class and I was concerned that he was gonna get bullied for it. My concern fell on deaf ears, he wouldn’t hear it.

Well, junior year comes around and our friendship was starting to fracture. Now, I’d been bullied for most of my school years but by time I reached HS, I’d fought back against enough of them that they knew not to fuck with me anymore. Corey, on the other hand, not so much.

He had so much anime on the brain that he thought he could fight like the Naruto ninjas. Being called a pussy triggered him, hard. So, one day, after repeatedly trying to get through to him, I had to *teach* him that he couldn’t fight.

So I called him a pussy. He flung out a hand, fingers spread and bent like a claw, and power walked toward me in an attempt to grab my throat. I redirected his “attack” and pinned him to the wall, face first with his arm behind his back and explained to him that we lived in reality and his antics are gonna get him hurt. Again, deaf ears. We stopped speaking after that incident.

Senior year. I had built a larger circle of friends, who themselves had relatively large friend groups. Not long after returning from winter break, I began to hear rumors that Corey carried a pocket knife on him. This was news to me. And mildly concerning. (For context, we graduated in 2010) We still had the same lunch period so I went and spoke with him.

We reconciled and begun talking and hanging out again. A couple weeks later, Corey showed me his knife. I tried telling him what the consequences would be if he was caught with it and once again he wouldn’t listen.

Then, in the weeks leading up to spring break, I caught wind of a rather disturbing rumor: **Corey had been threatening other students. With the knife.** I didn’t even ask him about it, I wasn’t about to take chances. I went straight to the office and informed the school admins. Corey was absent from school the next day and every other day until spring break.

Spring break came and gone, and on the first week back, Corey’s girlfriend (he was her rebound after her ex was diagnosed with leukemia) confronted me, accusing me of getting him expelled. I didn’t deny it. She claimed that the knife was his recently deceased grandfather’s, that it was important to Corey, and said it was confiscated.

She tried to make me feel bad about it but I shot back with “Well, if it was that important, he wouldn’t have brought it to school with him.” Never saw or spoke with Corey again. To this day, I firmly believe that I stopped a tragedy in the making.
Username: zenoe1562

I was expelled from my first American Catholic School. Funny, I'd gone to ones over seas, but the ones here in the States were hell for me. And it wasn't the kids, it was the teachers. I got in so many arguments with one of the Sisters (religion class) that she was sending me to the dean two or three times a week.

Now, I didn't have an issue with the rules, or any of that shit. I had an issue with what she was teaching. It wasn't what I was taught, and.. in a religion class, you are supposed to ask questions and try to understand the religion as it is being presented. Or, that was my understanding. I failed the whole "just follow along and believe whatever we tell you to believe". I was 14. I knew EVERYTHING. Just ask me. lol

But the Sister would bring up a topic or a point of view that was an interpretation that required you to view the world from a specific, rather myopic and hateful point of view. I wasn't down for that. I was 14, hated having to be in the school in the first damn place, and this snooty bitch couldn't even read a psalm properly? Yeah, I argued. A LOT.

So. 4 months goes by. Finally the Dean has enough. He comes up to his office and see's me sitting outside it. My 6', 210lb 14-year-old gym-rat ass (I was very, very much a jock. Part of my issue was I'd been playing Football for YEARS, but here we call it soccer... I signed up for football and got all these fucking pads and shit... I'd NEVER played American Football at this point, I'd played REAL FOOTball... er, soccer. lol Now I love American Football too, but at the time, gah I was mad).

The Dean flips out. He starts yelling at me, throwing his arms around all over the place. Now, a couple of other things. I come from a military and abusive household. My father and I fought. Physically, on the regular. My having bruises or a black eye was not something new.

To me, yelling and waving your arms at me (even to this day) elicits a fight response. I don't lash out now because I'm an adult and I've learned better... but at 14? Yeah, I nailed him. Perfect layout that my boxing coach would have been proud of (I spent a good chunk of my days after school at the gym learning to box with the guys who boxed for the Army, it was something I could find on every base, and never changed, and they were always nice to the kid who hung around, ran towels, and just wanted to work and spar, etc).

They didn't press charges, but they did expel me. I left the abusive home 2 years later. Ah, the joys of the 80s.

Username: Shadesmith01

My husband lived in Miami in the 90s and when he was in 6th grade his "buddy" from ISS killed another boy at school. The kid who committed the murder stabbed another boy with a shank he made from a plastic utensil from the cafeteria and he bled out.

My partner said that a few weeks before another kid named Jose taught him, the boy who committed the murder, and other kids how to make the shank. The school was extremely violent and there were a lot of gangs so the kid who taught them how to do it "so they could stay safe."

My husband, also told me his first day at the school he was assaulted multiple times. He stepped off the bus and a random kid started aggressively trying to rip his pants off. For those who don't know pantsing was HUGE at this time.

For some reason though this kid was weirdly aggressive. He was knelt down and straining against the belt with all his strength. The bully kid's head was at my partner's knee level so he just kneed him in the face to get him to stop.

He got his nose smashed and ran off covered in blood. So, my husband heads to homeroom and sits down. Panster Boy apparently had time to tell his friends about his failed attempt so another kid comes up to my husband's desk and says "Have you ever felt an Earthquake?"

Then Earthquake Boy shook my husband's desk up and down throwing all his shit all over the floor and then began to choke him. Now what Earthquake Boy didn't know is my partner was seriously physically abused since he was a toddler by his Jamaican mom for everything, anything, and nothing and had also extensively studied mixed martial arts (his parents are very, very stupid in case you cannot tell). So he promptly stood up and started beating the shit out of that kid MMA style.

Flipped him over the desk and everything. Next thing you know Earthquake Boy is cryin', the teacher is cryin', my husband goes home. No one was expelled, just got ISS. Later that year he and Earthquake Boy became friends and actually, his name was Jose.

He was the school bully and the one who taught the kids how to make a shank.... Absolutely wild shit! He has more stories too. They all sound like prison.

Username: little_poriferan

Of course I know him, he's me! This was in middle school and I was a straight A student for background. There was another kid who was the smartest in the whole school, like dude was taking geometry in 7th grade and rubix cubing in his free time. He and my best friend at the time were getting close, and I, a little jealous.

One day, I found a giant novelty pencil (dull, mind you) on the floor in one of my classes, so it was my muse for the day. I brought it to lunch and that gifted kid sat with us as normal and then it started. He began messing with my tray of food and so I told him to stop, which he did not. After several attempts to quit this nonsense I said look, don't do it again. Of course, he pushed the envelope a little too far and I used the pencil to stab him (it didn't break the skin).

He grabbed a lunch aide and got them involved. No big deal, they separated us. At the time I was upset by that. Me being the bad guy even though he was the provacator. At recess I came up to him and threatened to kick his ass after school. Again, he went to an aide who brought me to the office. Now I've done it.

Surprisingly, I was only going to get ISS (in school suspension). For reasons unknown to me, I informed the officials that I had a barbell weight in my locker that I lugged to and from school for defense purposes. Ya know, people I would encounter on the way to school. This was considered a deadly weapon, so they expelled me.

At my hearing they took pity on me and because I had "above a C average" they couldn't justify expulsion, and so I was transferred to another school in the same district as punishment.

This was 12 years ago and I have no idea what happened to the guy, but at the time he was fine. I've since grown quite a bit from those hormone-filled days and am grateful for the second chance. I managed to get my degree, a lovely girlfriend (and future wife), and a great job as a software architect.

Username: Panda_Satan

When I was in middle school, the entire eighth grade took a trip to Boston for 3 days. While we were gone, some 7th grader went to the bathroom in the eight grade hallway after school and took a shit on the toilet seat. He then proceeded to take it and wipe it **everywhere**.

It was on the mirrors, the walls, the stalls. There was this ledge near the window that of you stood on the sink, you could climb up on and reach the ceiling. That's exactly what this kid did. Shit all over the ceiling. He put crap on the air vent and apparently when the teachers showed up early the next morning, that entire hallway *reeked*. I don't remember how they ended up cleaning it, but by the time we got back, the smell was still there.

The worst part is that the administration for that school was horrible. It happened often that they would treat us like prisoners in every sense of the word. Since the "poopening," as the students named it, happened in the eighth grade hallway, the principal and administration came to the conclusion that the *entire eighth grade must have conspired this together*. They constantly had insane ideas like this that weren't logical at all, but there was nothing we could do about it.

Even though none of the eighth graders were even *in the state* at the time because of the trip, we were all punished. Silent lunch for two weeks with assigned seating. Field day (a big deal at that school) was cancelled. They threatened to cancel the rest of the 8th grade dances for the year.

Even though it couldn't have possibly been any of us. The school even targeted and punished the special ed kids and the boys who typically get in trouble, even though there was no evidence.

Well about 2 months later, they finally catch the kid. He apparently had problems at home and was fed up with how horrible the school treated us. Nice kid too, he was just dealing with a lot. They expelled him and moved him into this school in our city for troublesome kids, and treated him like a special ed kid.

Username: Annacaros123

In middle school this one kid you never would have guessed got caught with $4,000 and over a pound of weed in his locker when he was in 7th grade. This is also how the cops discovered his dad was a massive drug dealer.

Kid got expelled and sent to juvie. Showed up again around junior year. Toward the end of the year he picked a fight with a much smaller, weaker kid. The drug dealing kid was by no means a big guy. Average height and scrawny but wiry. The other kid was short for his age, scrawny, and not at all wiry. He also had glasses.

Drug dealer was just being a bully but no one stopped it even through there were like 100 people standing around. Eventually the dealer guy decides to throw a punch, but for some reason he backed up then ran forward, totally telegraphing the punch the whole time. The little kid held up his fist, like arm locked and straight out, turned his head away, and literally squeezed his eyes shut.

Dealer kid ran straight into dude's fist and got knocked TF out. It was the absolute funniest thing I'd ever seen. People were literally rolling on the floor laughing. This all happened at the top of the main stairwell in the main hallway of the school. One kid was laughing so hard he fell down the stairs, which made everyone who saw that laugh even harder.

I think the dealer kid got suspended for a couple days, I don't remember. He may not have because no teachers saw it. What I do remember is he was mocked mercilessly for a few weeks until he convinced his parents to let him switch schools and no one ever saw him again.

I don't know if his family left town or if he just switched schools or what. This was in the days before everyone had a video camera in their pocket and social media wasn't even a dream of the future yet, so you could switch schools and start over.

Nowadays, you could run to the ends of the earth and shit would follow you. That video would definitely have gone viral.

Username: BadSanna

Stabbed me in the back while I was peeing with those big ass art scissors/shears with the black handle—over a verbal altercation he was willingly participating in (aka he wasn’t being bullied) and the last joke I got in on him just cut too deep I guess.

He stabbed me, and ran off (in gym locker room so bathroom is seperate room) and after I finished peeing, checked my wound in the mirror, I walked out, told him he’d fucked up. Eventually we squared up. His friend jumped in and got beat up pretty bad by my buddy. I got my hits in on the dude who stabbed me, said my piece, and the beef was over with.

I knew what was coming and was trying to get ahead of it, so, I left gym class before it started and went to the office to call my dad to pick me up. I was turning 16 in 2 weeks and getting a phone and my Ls, so I didn’t have a phone yet.

Apparently my friend who’d broken his hand on the dudes face, and the kid who stabbed me (and his friend too who had a broken nose) lined up like nothing happened, and during attendance our gym teacher looked at the two kids faces and my buddies hand (and saw I wasn’t there) so he thought we’d beaten the shit out of these kids unapologetically or something.

To make a long story short my dad pulls up and there’s cop cars all over, an ambulance (that came for me and then took the kid my buddy punched lol) and I (and my friend) both got 2 week suspensions (this happened because the kid getting expelled *TRIED* to play the “bullying” angle, even though it wasn’t supported, and it was zero tolerance, even for self defense), while the kid who stabbed me got expelled. I got my phone and my Ls while on a vacation.

Shit was on the news and everything. It was opening year of our high school too (2003), so my class and I were immortalized as legend, and the latest rendition of the story I heard from one of my old teachers was fucking ridiculous lmao.

Username: Curi0s1tyCompl3xity

8th grade, 07-08 school year, a couple of the boys in my class locked our science teacher in the weird connecting closet room between our science room and the other classes science room. They baricaded the door from the outside with chairs, and no one was in the other class to hear him pounding on the doors. I think they got suspended for maybe two days?

I got expelled for two days ln 8th grade for dumping glitter on the heads of two of my friends, at lunch, with their permission. They told the teacher who came over and got me in trouble that they had said I could. Somehow, this incident ended up in a psych eval of mine a few months later.

I got expelled for a day and a half for trying to stab a kid with a pencil. He was a bully who was actively antagonizing me to get a reaction out of me. I'm autistic, wasn't well liked because I was a weird goth/punk/nerd tomboy, and was known to have very low self control during meltdowns which were very easy to cause. I did not actually stab him.

Got expelled for three days for arguing with a teacher on how to do homework that was from a class she didn't teach. It was health homework, she was an emotional support program teacher and only taught basically a study hall for the ES kids. For anyone who doesn't know, ES is the mental health/emotional issues version of special education in the USA.

I was 13 or 14, can't remember if it was freshman or sophomore year, and she was quite literally yelling at me in the classroom around other kids to the point where I was just bawling my eyes out and begging for my mom to come pick me up and take me home.

Somehow though, the kids who got caught senior year on camera stealing my PSP out of my backpack in the library never got in any trouble and they never had to give it back. None of the kids who bullied me ever got in trouble despite my mom literally going to the principal multiple times over it.

Username: doggy_brat

Showed up high or drunk for a year. Although that isn't the only reason. Arson and vandalism are the others. Oh, and there were 2 of them. They were both 13. I know for a fact that one of them are clean now, and the other one is struggling to stay clean.

To explain what they did to end up getting caught for arson on school grounds. We were in temporary housing, as the school was being renovated due to mold and asbestos (this was a few years ago in a school built in the 70s). The toilets were right next to the doors in one of the "buildings".

So what they did was to ask to go to the bathroom, and lit the toilet paper on fire and threw it outside. They also ripped the bag of soap out of the container and spread it around one of the toilets. And that's the things I'm willing to tell you. It got so bad at one point that the janitorial staff almost quit on the spot. Basically everyone knew who was doing it, except for the teachers.

I knew from the very beginning who it was, as I was relatively good friends with the 2. They ended up with the nicknames of Brimstone and Hellfire after a while, and I'm sure had they not been expelled they would've lived up to those names in time.

After they got expelled they were separated, which seemed to have calmed them down a good bit. Although it didn't stop one of them from ending up in rehab for minors. Which is really just a horrible summer camp that doesn't end until a shrink says it does. At least that's what I've heard. I never got sent there. Thank god for that.

I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I got to hear that one of them got stabbed, shot or ODd. It's a shame they threw their futures down the gutter. They weren't exactly the smartest, but they weren't stupid. I'm sure they could've taken over the world had they put their minds to it. Well, more specifically burned it all to the ground. Those nicknames were well earned.

Username: Hyp3r45_new

I went to a boarding school in the middle of nowhere (literally it was about 1200 acres and half of it was a farm). This one kid from Seoul, South Korea who had never lived outside of the city hated it.

He did everything to rack up demerits: skipped class, went out of dress code, missed meetings, didn’t pass room inspections. His advisor thought if he found something new that he liked just maybe he’d start to clean up his act and want to stay.

So as his extra curricular activity, he decided to join the outdoors club. They learned about camping, rock climbing, canoeing, fishing, and anything that involves surviving in the wild. As his advisor expected, he started to get in line.

But little did anyone know it was all part of his plan to get out of the spotlight. One night after checking and lights-out when everyone was asleep, he got all of his wilderness survival gear and left. He packed a canoe and straight up floated down the river off campus.

He went about 4 miles down the river and got off right near a small town over. He had bought a train ticket to the state capital and was then headed to the airport where he had plane ticket to fly home. When he wasn’t in any of his classes the next morning and was no where to be found, his advisor got the IT guys to search his computer.

They found his ticket purchases in his browser history and rushed to the airport. They literally found him in the TSA line getting ready to fly home. Our headmaster was so amazed by his efforts to leave that he did him a favor and kicked him out.

Username: MacAndChas

He “had drugs in his locker”...I found myself $200 short for too long. Everybody wanted to be Mr./Mrs. Big Time Drug Dealer on that private high school campus. It was an appealing profession to those types of kids, after all, the grass is always greener so it goes. I suppose you could argue that I was no different, and you might be right.

Only things that did set me apart: direct access to dispensaries using an older brother’s ID and copy of his medical recommendation, and a good relationship with a young janitor. Kevin was relatively new, relatively young (29), and relatively on the up and up while being intimate with the down low. He was what many might call a bum/a burnout.

Maybe that’s why he took to me so readily, perhaps it was his way of giving a younger him some kind of shot or mercy. I would come to a failure on that sentiment letting him down and many many others after him, but that’s not this story.

In this story, I pull up to school after the standard morning wake and bake. I see Kevin on the walk in, he was smoking a cigarette outside of the school grounds. This in of itself could be seen as an act of deviancy, you know how uppity these catholic school authorities can be.

However, if you knew Kevin, you knew it was merely due to an oblivious and carefree disposition. I saw the rose tattoo on his hand bob rapidly as he tossed the cigarette on the ground after seeing me wave. “Yo, John! Lemme talk to you for a sec.”

The rose on his hand arched while he tipped his head back, indicating to break apart from the herd for a sidewalk sidebar. “Hey man, what’s good? Listen, the drug dogs are here today. Just thought I’d let you know, I know you got nothing to worry about though since you’re one of the good ones.”

He smiled and winked at me with his unsubtle innocence. This man could smell the herb on me coming before he could ever see me.

So a pervasive thought arose as I continued to walk inside and into the quad before class began. Despite being shit at school, my knowledge was the only thing I used against people. I was never the “brute force” fighter type, nor was I much of the “lover” type either, I had my wits and my analytics and that was all I had back then.

This was in the days before I befriended the Russian kid who got adopted and came here at age 11, and before all of his Russian/Ukrainian friends immigrated here. All of them hyper aggressive and more than willing to lend hands and fists, all in exchange for a pack of black Native American spirit rolling tobacco. Yessir, it was just me, myself, and I back then.

ooking back that’s what made me seem like an easy target. But not on this day. On this day I knew I had something, and this perfect storm was about to unleash all the chaos in one direction. Towards a kid, 2 classes below me, who was fronted $200 worth of shit on consignment. The greedy fuck turned profit, but figured he could keep it all for himself and not pay the piper.

I knew the drug dogs’ routine pretty well by that point. They would come into classrooms, ask everyone to leave their stuff, and then ask everyone to temporarily leave so they could conduct the search. They did this and walked up and down halls to check lockers.

The easy workarounds that any burnout stoner knew well was to simply leave your shit in your pockets while they ask you to leave, or keep your shit somewhere in the bathrooms. Everybody knew this, and as soon as they would hear drug dogs they would act accordingly.

I could use this to get rid of this kid permanently and set a precedent. I kept thinking about those little slits in the locker doors, what the fuck are those things actually for? Well, whatever they’re for, I doubt it was to do what I did with them...

I couldn’t plant drugs on the kid, but I could easily slip a dime bag through those slots. I already knew where his locker was, I had seen him open and close it before and my brain has a weird tendency to remember grouped numbers or grouped names and numbers (like addresses and phone numbers).

I planted them shortly after first bell, waiting until everyone went inside the classrooms so I could push it through without anyone seeing. Made me late to my first period but I thought it was well worth it back then. I thought a lot of things were well worth it back then. Wisdom is only a fool’s future, not his present invention.

The plan went exactly as intended and looks never so much as went in my general direction. The hubris of these wanna-be dealers was a common self inflicted detriment. You know the kind, the ones who just want to look hard and be seen as cool and different in a world where they are anything but.

They will buy a flashy chain after their very first sale to show people that they are “trap king” and make sales left and right. Braggarts make for good beggars. You have something and show how it is and someone will always want to take it in any way they can.

Maybe that’s how I made it, or maybe it was just dumb luck. I had plenty of that and freely spent it knowing that there would always be more. Maybe that was my hubris. Anyway, that’s how “the kid” got expelled

Username: DocSyns

He had me and a slew of other kids on a hit list on the school computer in computer technology class and printed it off. This was 2005. This kid was not well liked (very weird dude...classic shooter vibes in all honesty...lightly picked on but not "bullied" per say.

No one to my knowledge ever physically bullied him like some of us got back then in our suburb school in Georgia......but this kid definitely got made fun of a bit for how awkward he was and how nasally he talked) and as I was sitting next to him in class I saw my name on a piece of paper he printed and snatched it from him.

I'm happy it seems like young people in school today are apparently less mean to each other than we were to each other at school growing up...even if you're not getting physically bullied, im sure dumb kid stuff picking on one another gets to some kids who are off mentally and that kid was one of them that the picking got to in a bad way.

I have 3 little kids (all under 6) and we are engraining the "do unto others as you want to be done to you" rule heavy...i have one boy and with him seeing little bits of bullying in kindergarten I've taught him to Never be the bully and to always be the one to stand up for the kids getting bullied...that he would never get in trouble for protecting another kid but if I ever got a call that he was the one bullying or picking on another kid that he's in for it when he gets home.

Hoping to raise him to be less of a douche than I was in school growing up (I love my parents, but they are your classic baby boomer former athlete/cheerleader types so how I was raised to be at school and yearn to be in the "cool clicks" is definitely not how I'm raising my kids given I've seen first hand what alienating and even lightly picking on kids can do to some who arent mentally fit to take the ribbing)

Anyway, Most of the kids on the list were either dance team, cheer leaders, or athletes. There was like 20 of us on that list. (i wasnt an athlete for my school but was into competitive sports outside of school and hung out with a lot of the kids on that list)

He started having a meltdown and yelling for me to give it back...lo and behold it was a kill list and he had his different ways he wanted to do it on each name (most of us were shot...a couple were stabbed...apparently he did have guns at his house but this was Georgia....everyone I knew had guns at home and a lot of the seniors would actually keep their hunting rifles locked in their trucks on school grounds in the first semester of freshman year before a new policy came around banning all weapons whatsoever off of school grounds)

At the time I almost felt bad about how he embarrassingly melted down and started crying in front of the whole class because I snatched the paper from him as he sat there giggling to himself when reading it... but looking back, and after all the craziness that has happened in schools in the US since then, i dont feel bad for getting him expelled and he ended up getting put in some kind of psych ward shortly after his expulsion.

I tried to find him on facebook a few years ago to see how he is doing and maybe even shoot him a message to apologize for being mean to him to the point where he wanted to kill me but never could find him.

His name was Thomas...i can still remember the outfit and glasses that he was wearing that day for some reason. (light blue jeans with bootcut bottoms, white and black tennis shoes, black t shirt with some kind of cartoon on it, messy hair that was long but kept cut off of his ears, thin black rim glasses, crooked yellow teeth) . Weird how you can remember some things from almost 20 years ago...

/our school moved so swift with that kid. The resource officer ripped him out of our class with the quickness and none of us ever saw him at school again. (There had been a shooting at our school years prior so there was zero tolerance to any nonsense like that already...and this was post columbine but before all the other craziness that seems to have become somewhat common in American schools these days)

Username: buildingdreams4

In school we had a set of fire doors in a corridor known only as "The Swinging Doors of Death". These doors were 2 inch thick solid oak doors, with 1 inch thick safety glass (glass with wire mesh inside) windows, that were around 20 feet high and swung back and forth at a higher speed than anyone could walk through them.

One day the kid (we will call him Spacemarine because that was his IT password that everyone in the school knew) was bugging me by repeatedly kicking me in the back of the leg so I pretended to chase him off.

Why this worked I will never know, because I was a tiny, thin kid who got an exemption from playing rugby because I was too weak and Spacemarine was basically a twice as big as me, but he went sprinting at top speed into the corridor head down in front of him. He got to the end of the corridor turned the corner and then all I heard was a massive bang.

Thinking that Spacemarine may have actually been hurt I ran to the end of the corridor to help him and all that there was was the doors swinging at full speed with and the glass in both doors was shattered and Spacemarine was nowhere to be seen.

He was rumoured to still be in the school for a month after that but no-one ever saw him and then he was finally expelled. The doors were also fixed so they didn't swing as fast and they were then known as "The Closing Doors of Mild Discomfort" all it took was a rampaging lunatic nearly killing himself to get the school to do some door repair.

Username: greedo10

My husband lived in Miami in the 90s and when he was in 6th grade his "buddy" from ISS killed another boy at school. The kid who committed the murder stabbed another boy with a shank he made from a plastic utensil from the cafeteria and he bled out.

My partner said that a few weeks before another kid named Jose taught him, the boy who committed the murder, and other kids how to make the shank. The school was extremely violent and there were a lot of gangs so the kid who taught them how to do it "so they could stay safe."

My husband, also told me his first day at the school he was assaulted multiple times. He stepped off the bus and a random kid started aggressively trying to rip his pants off. For those who don't know pantsing was HUGE at this time. For some reason though this kid was weirdly aggressive.

He was knelt down and straining against the belt with all his strength. The bully kid's head was at my partner's knee level so he just kneed him in the face to get him to stop. He got his nose smashed and ran off covered in blood. So, my husband heads to homeroom and sits down.

Panster Boy apparently had time to tell his friends about his failed attempt so another kid comes up to my husband's desk and says "Have you ever felt an Earthquake?" Then Earthquake Boy shook my husband's desk up and down throwing all his shit all over the floor and then began to choke him.

Now what Earthquake Boy didn't know is my partner was seriously physically abused since he was a toddler by his Jamaican mom for everything, anything, and nothing and had also extensively studied mixed martial arts (his parents are very, very stupid in case you cannot tell).

So he promptly stood up and started beating the shit out of that kid MMA style. Flipped him over the desk and everything. Next thing you know Earthquake Boy is cryin', the teacher is cryin', my husband goes home. No one was expelled, just got ISS.

Later that year he and Earthquake Boy became friends and actually, his name was Jose. He was the school bully and the one who taught the kids how to make a shank....Absolutely wild shit! He has more stories too. They all sound like prison.

Username: little_poriferan

Had a student last year who finally got expelled shortly after I left that job. He was violent. He was destructive to everything in the classroom, such as throwing furniture and tearing everything off the walls. He'd beat on the other children in this rage induced state.

Creepiest shit I ever saw. The weirdest crap would set him off too, like if we stood in line to go outside 10 seconds longer than usual, he'd start headbutting whoever was next to him. Couple times he tried to run into traffic.

I went through hell trying to get this kid to not be like this. Talking to him, spending time with him early in the morning, visual schedules, documenting, and for time, he was stable. Then he went bonkers again a month later and it was so awful we had to send him home four days in a row.

The mom, who up to that point had always admitted how her son was, suddenly was convinced we were problem (because we sent him home and she had to deal with it, I'm sure). On Thursday that week I chose not to come in to work, I was tired, had a migraine and generally was done.

Even with this kid getting sent home I was done. That mother tried to claim that he went home that Thursday and said I hit him. Nevermind the fact that I didn't hit him, and the school has cameras everywhere and I made sure to never be alone with the kids, I ALSO WASN'T THERE. DCF actually investigated, despite me not being in work that day.

It was unsubstantiated, of effing course, but I had been out of work for a month. All their investigation "uncovered" was two years of documentation from multiple teachers at that school of this kid's behavior and how violent he was.

I never went back to the school after the investigation was over, and had gotten a job elsewhere. This kid, for some stupid reason, was allowed back in that school. He was stable for a period of time, but a teacher who I still talk to, told me he went back to his old ways, but much more intense, and was finally expelled. I still can't believe it took two years of violent behavior for that kid to get kicked out.

Username: [deleted]

Christ from highschool, a senior. The week before the exams, not after everything and you already did your tests. No, a week before. This guy would brag about how he got a Prince Albert and nobody believed him, cause who the fuck would pierce a 16/17 year old kids dick.

But sure enough, dude took off his clothes and ran through the entire school. 2 floors, cafeteria, teachers lounge, the works. Everybody saw the bling that is Prince Albert.

He ran outside and went to the nearby woods to find that some other kids who were smoking weed in the woods found his clothes and threw them in the stream nearby. He had to put his muddy, soaking wet clothes and return home, as it was lunch time when he did that.

He got expelled and was told he had to complete his GED as he got suspended from the district. As the other districts wouldn't accept him as he didn't have the required credits for this district. So he had to wait almost 2 years, as you aren't allowed to take it while you are a minor in my area.

Then there's the story about Mike. Mike was getting bullied relentlessly. I mean it was bad. The teacher couldn't do anything as she was an older lady who just got back from a stress break and was on heavy meds as she just stared blankly at the bullies.

Well, one day Mike had enough. He got up, grabbed his chair and chucked it leg first at the bully. Then charged him with a stapler he took from the teachers desk and broke every single tooth of the bully.

He was arrested and suspended for the school year, but allowed to return the following year. The administration knew damn well he was a target, but they didn't do shit. So they did the only thing they could do to not get sued.

Nobody fucked with Mike the following year. He was a nice guy, but had no self worth and let people shit over him. Kids are brutal.

I met him a decade or so later, we talked about that day. He was in therapy for 5 years afterwards. "While it felt great then and for a while after, that shit fucked me up and it kept me up at night for years.".

Username: LongJumpingBalls

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