Worst High School Memories

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I was just reminded of this particular event today... it involved a class trip to Hershey Park a few years back. Everyone in the class was allowed to go, people were given t-shirts about the trip with the class names on it. But the catch was you had to spend all of your time with one buddy the entire time, on the bus and in the park. Of course, I couldn't convince anyone in the world to be my partner, and because of that I wasn't allowed on the trip. Instead, the day the trip happened I had to go to school and I was stuck working with a biology teacher who hated me. The worst part of this was that this was just weeks before I began getting fibromyalgia symptoms which prevent me from participating in amusement and water park rides now.

I'm so glad I'm graduating from the hellhole in a couple weeks. What are your worst school-related memories?

When my female peers tried to convince me to dress like them. I felt that I was stripped of my individuality and my identity.

Anything involving lunch or gym. We had to do wrestling in gym. I told the gym teacher I could not stand being touched and if my opponent did anything to make everyone laugh at my expense I will beat the sh!t out of him The gym teacher just said ok tough guy get down there and wrestle. My opponent could not do anything with me I countered all his attempts to get a grapple. So he postioned hand where the gym teacher could not see and began pinching me as hard as he could. So I yelled ouch then freaked out and punched him in the back of the neck where the head meets the neck. Then I punched him on the side of his eye. Everyone in the gym class cheered like it was a gladitorial event. They all pointed out they heard me yell out before I hit him so he must of did something to set me off. I showed the gym teacher the welt he left on my side the gym teacher wrote both of us up. Principle interrogated him and the little s**t denied everything. He started crying to his father when he showed up and his dad was yelling at me until my dad showed up and got into face asking him if he would like to scream at him outside then I was not the only one in the office not making eye contact. I' have so many high school horror stories I could write a book.

Nearly killing someone, Would have changed it all for the worst.

We had to take Home-Ec our freshman year. I aways did what I was told, kept my area clean, and finished my assignments without being a problem to the teacher. Everyone else in the class with exception of the band geeks that were in the class with me acted like savages throwing food, sewing people's stuff together, and putting eggs or potatoes in the microwave. I always sat in front of the teacher to keep from being murdered. That was when I barely weighed a hundered pounds. Three idiots on the football team put a whole bunch of stuff in the microwave at it caught fire or blew something up. Needless to say it was ruined beyond repair. When they jammed whatever it was that ruined it they set the timer than all sat around me. When people started to scream for the teacher it was too late it was ruined. The three of them were laughing their asses off then they all started pointing to me saying I did it. The idiot teacher believed them and started screaming at me as they laughed at me she threw my stuff in the hallway and told me to go to the office. I did not know what was going on so I called my father and told him what happened.and he could not believe the teacher could be so stupid.

I made it to the principles office and told him everything snitching them all out. I was lucky the teacher did not call yet so I at least got my story in first. She calls up screaming about how I ruined her microwave endangering everyone in the class. I named all the band kids in the class who I was near the whole day who could testify I was no where near the microwave. I also asked them to bring in one of the special education teachers there aswell. The home-ec teacher came in walk as fast as she could into the room so she can get in my face to yell at me. The principle had to yell at her to back up. When the special-ed teacher showed up the home-ec teacher said it figures when she saw the special-ed teacher arrived. She told her that little idiot blew up the micro wave, the special-ed teacher said I had an IQ of 138 and was probably smarter than the home-ec teacher. The home-ec teacher just stood there bad mouthing me for at least 10 min. until the band geeks showed up and told everyone I sat there in front of the teacher who was reading a magazine while three idiots sabatoaged the micro-wave. Long story short the three idiots parents had to pay for the micro-wave and this was back in 83 when they were expensive. I was told to report the home-ec teacher if she gave me any trouble. But trust me knowing what she really thought of me was damage already done. I assumed all the teachers thought of me that way through out my remaining school years.

The worst memories I have of high school are of the hurtful things my peers said to me, especially when they called me a ret*d and said I was weird and slow, and the way they used to take the p*ss out of me when I tried (and failed) to explain myself to them because I felt I had to. Then they would laugh and tell me I was pathetic. I also got upset when I saw it happen to someone else, because I knew how bad it made me feel and I didn't want anybody else to feel that way. Then there was my "best friend" turning against me and the things she said, which really hurt at the time. I became intimidated by a girl half my size who used to punch and kick me because she knew I wouldn't do anything - this is the same girl who screamed in my ear. It was a combination of these things that made me feel like jumping from a bridge, but I'm glad I didn't, because if I did I wouldn't have seen my former friend get ditched by the other girls she hung out with, or the girl who screamed in my ear crying because her friends left her. I did feel sorry for them, and I told my Mum I felt sorry for them, but she told me I shouldn't because they brought it on themselves and they got what they deserved. Though I can laugh about it now, I'm glad those days are over, and it was my "friend's" loss, not mine.

Being there

Everything. I hated it.

Another bad high school memory was being called ret*d. The thing is that you can't tell anybody, because you would be called a tattle tale, by the same kids, who did it.

Another memorey I have is that the beginning of the year we had to go to this one wall and look for our homeroom number on these sheets of paper. I noticed next to the home room number of all the special education students was the letters ICAP which was the abreviation they used for our special education program. People were asking me what does that mean, why do you have those letters next to your name? I was about to explain when some idiot yelled out that it was special education classes hes a f*****g ret*d. This was coming from a guy who was in remedial reading, math, and history which were easier than the special education classes. I tore the page down then walked away. I did not care if those other nts could not find their homerooms. Screw em.

Gym

The Gym teacher had picked me as one of the 5 squad leaders, and I had to do roll count for any absentees in my squad (s1), and then take the lead in the calisthenics before the" whatever was on agenda for the day'.

I was stilted in my speech and somewhat wooden in my mannerism, and the students( 2) would mock me everyday in mimicking me as squad leader.
I was bullied by 3 students, and by one almost every day , as he would shove and grab and pull my hair and shirt.
He had a violent reputation and at the time I assessed a confrontation in my head with him, and I came up with that I would lose here in this one, so I sucked it up.
He was eventually expelled from school for his violence.

Also ,I couldn't do any thing that required a large integration of team play i.e basketball , hockey, etc.
Torture

For me middle school at Turkish school was the bad years.

I think at my high school, really just hanging around alone, and people getting up and moving if I sat down next to them. It's not really a problem anymore. But people used to completely ignore me, or act nervous around me. I hated the fact that I was being an exception in being alone. I wouldn't have minded being alone if it weren't for the fact that other people look down upon that.
And then, another one, maybe bigger, is giving presentations. The anticipation is the worst.

For me middle school at Turkish school was the bad years.

I think at my high school, really just hanging around alone, and people getting up and moving if I sat down next to them. It's not really a problem anymore. But people used to completely ignore me, or act nervous around me. I hated the fact that I was being an exception in being alone. I wouldn't have minded being alone if it weren't for the fact that other people look down upon that.
And then, another one, maybe bigger, is giving presentations. The anticipation is the worst.

The day I finally got to walk out of that hell hole and never come back was the ONLY good memory I have of high school.

My HS was really f... up. Nothing was like in other schools. It was one of the best HS on the country, everyone had to have many points to get into, so it was called elitist HS. We called it elitar-totalitar.
We had lessons from morning to evening. Hardcore. It was like a college, not HS. Learning was totally DYI, teachers didn't like to explain. Books like bricks. To me, it was one big chaos.

I hated Chemistry teacher, she was very chaotic. I had problems with understanding what's going on.
English, because I was speaking with Urukhai/Klingon accent, not good enough. Teachers used to tell me You have done it correctly, but you can't get A because of your accent. I wanted to kill them all.
Physics, because our teacher on speed. Shewasfastooooohreallyfastorevenfaster!
PE, because teacher used to laugh at me, because of my clumsy motions and poor sight. When it turned out that I can throw well, I was left alone... a little.

I hadn't real friends in HS. It was full of freaks, neonazis (including some teachers) and meds-abusers. Many people got Neurosis or other diseases.
I remember I was exhausted, lonely, depressed and I didn't know what's going on.
I was dressed in black ugly clothes and I used to change hair colour often.
I was sleeping almost all the time.

You have a Klingon accent? :S