Every school has that legendary incident the one that breaks your time into “before” and “after”. There’s no way to predict when it will happen, but it always seems to make its way into the experiences of every student. I’m sure you’re thinking of one right now. Below, folks share the story of their infamous “school incident”. Enjoy!
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A girl got arrested for solicitation because she forgot her lunch money, so she did what anyone else would have done and fooled around with a guy in the bathroom for $2.50 and a Snickers.
nemaramen
One day in French class, we were playing this game that was kinda like Simon Says, where the teacher would say something in French and you’d do it. So its this girl’s turn, and the teacher says, ‘touche la fentre’ (touch the window), so she sets off in a trot to touch the window. I’m not sure exactly what happened, or how, but she went from jogging to the window, to tripping on her feet, to getting a solid foot up into the air, and sailing straight through the window, (we were on the first story). She was totally fine, but this poor girl next to her got some bad shards. The class was totally silent, except this one kid who was laughing like a hyena. The girl stuck around for a few months, but people would shout ‘toucher la fentre’ in this slow drawn out voice at her whenever they saw her, and she withdrew later.
TiePoh
Freshman year, someone dared a kid to chop off his fingers in shop class, so he did. It was just the middle three, and a bit of his pinky on one hand. Not sure if they were reattached or what happened.
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It was just after I had joined – someone had their 16th birthday at the school (why?). His mum thought it would be funny to surprise him with a Gorillagram, thinking it was a man in a gorilla suit. It was not.
An exotic dancer comes in. She starts doing her bit, puts a lead on the boy and covers him and herself with whipped cream. This goes on for about five minutes before a present staff member, (actually one of my teachers), puts a stop to this. It made the news, is one of only 3 articles on my school’s wiki page, (the other two are both about the school burning down – twice), and kinda set up what sort of school this was.
justolli
I have a few from different times…
An 18 or 19-year-old guy was dating a guy 17-year-old girl. He was from a notoriously bad family, the kind of people that will get spun out on crank and beat someone up for walking around. They got into a feud with another girl’s dad, and one day, the guy and his girlfriend chased him down, dragged him out of his car, and shot him. The nearest city’s paper quoted ‘the juvenile’ saying, “Yes, we shot him. I did it.” They got off completely, claiming self-defense, even though they chased him down.
Another: a girl who graduated a couple of years before me was working as a teacher there. She had an affair with a student, got caught, and quit. Because no charges were filed, she applied again a couple years later, and they actually hired her back. She had even continued her relationship with the student for a few years.
More recently: a guy I graduated with, (I’m 30, for reference and this was two years ago), became a coach. He had an affair with a student and got caught with her. He then left his wife, (and mother of his children), to be with a high school student. He resigned from the school, and they’ve left the area.
Small town stories are so freaking weird.
B1GTOBACC0
There was no ‘the’ incident with my school, there were many:
1) One girl showed up drunk in the morning with a water bottle of an adult beverage… In eighth grade.
2) The high school gym teacher was arrested for sending homoerotic material to an elementary school kid and inviting him to come over.
3) Two girls got pregnant freshman year.
4) Our high school had our own version of March Madness, in which guys would try to sleep with as many girls as possible in March.
5) Oh, and one day, this girl came to school wearing a tanktop with nothing underneath and you could totally see her everything underneath.
And this wasn’t a small town or anything, I lived in a large, affluent town.
yognautilus
I was a senior, and graduation was only a couple weeks away. One of my good friends had been dating this girl, (the cheerleader), for like six years straight. They were the ‘perfect’ couple; he was a beast athlete, she was a gorgeous cheerleader, they were super cool and everyone liked them. They got voted ‘Cutest Couple’ and their picture is all over our yearbook. They both got accepted to the same college and were going to move away together, already knew they were gonna get married, typical high school sweetheart stuff.
That was, until another student walked in on her fooling around with the basketball coach in a laundry room, two weeks before we all graduated. News spread like wildfire. She was already 18, so it was legal, but the coach resigned immediately. No idea what happened to him.
The girl dropped off the face of the earth it seemed like; she didn’t come to the last two weeks of class, wasn’t at graduation, deleted all her social media accounts, and never returned calls and texts from longtime friends. Even her best friends were disgusted with her, because everyone loved her boyfriend and we were all extremely close, so they were furious about what she did, and they were even more mad that she wouldn’t talk to anyone.
I found out a few years later that she basically just up and left, moved halfway across the country to live with some different family and go to college. This all happened in 2009, but it looks like she got married and has a couple of kids now. My friend, the guy, got a full ride to a Division I college for baseball, and did decently well. Last I heard, he’s playing for some minor league team. It was quite a scandal to end our high school career.
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When I was a sophomore in high school, another student, (we’ll call him Randy), wanted to run for Class President. To do this, you needed to get approval from all of your teachers stating you’re an ‘upstanding student’ or whatever. So Randy seeks these approvals, and gets to one teacher that tells him ‘no.’ A quick background of Randy he’s kind of your stereotypical privileged jerk. Expensive car, minidisk player just as they came out, etc. ‘No’ was clearly not something he heard often, so this teacher telling Randy ‘no’ set him off. Instead of brushing it off and figuring out a better solution, Randy decides to put dry erase spray cleaner into this teacher’s coffee. The teacher drinks it and starts to gag, an ambulance is called, and Randy is expelled from school. It even hit the local news.
A year or two later, my dad and I are at Best Buy getting some widget or another. I have school outerwear on, and a person next to us engages us in conversation.
Him: ‘Do you go to [high school]?’
Me: ‘Yeah, I like it.’
Him: ‘My son went there.’
Me: ‘Oh, when did he graduate?’
Him: ‘He was expelled, his name was Randy.’
Me: [Pinterian pause] (in my mind, ‘Oh I know this guy’).
Him: ‘Yeah, they really shouldn’t have expelled him, that was way too harsh.’
Me: [Pinterian pause] (in my mind, ‘YOUR SON POISONED A TEACHER’.)
Me: ‘Well, looks like I need to get to the cashier, have a great day!
meta_perspective
There was an AP English class for Juniors where the teacher allowed her kids to eat in class, and sit wherever they liked. In our school that was a big deal, and it attracted students who had no business seeking college credits. I’m talking seriously bottom of the barrel here, in terms of academic performance.
I had the great misfortune of being in this class my junior year of high school, and what transpired can only be described as traumatic, mostly for our teacher, who shall henceforth be known as Mrs. J.
A few kids in this class (we will call them A, B, and C), liked to bring in tons of food every day. It started normal enough, a turkey sandwich here, a cup of yogurt there, but it escalated…
One day B brought in broccoli, which makes you fart, and it does not smell good, but that wasn’t even the problem. A and C somehow took this sickening butt trumpet to be a challenge, a battle call, and they took it upon themselves to bring in other fart-inducing food items. The goal, it seemed, was to produce the fouled flatulence before the bell.
It went on for a couple of weeks, and it became clear that C was the Flatulence King.
But B couldn’t let that go, and A was willing to assist. A ditched a class that day to bring B as many burritos as he could afford from Taco Bell. It was a couple bags full, and B apparently had a bottomless stomach. He ate something like 9 burritos during the first hour of class.
Honestly, I was kind of impressed.
Until the first whiff of gas was released. It was a low rumble, deep in his bowels, and then the low humming sound of a diesel engine. The smell was horrid.
The burritos were confiscated of course, but it was too late.
Another rip of the ol’ chainsaw and I was feeling nauseous, but I still saw the look of abject horror on the face of B.
They say third time’s a charm, and they are right, but also so wrong. What came next forever changed the policy of eating in class.
The sound of a shart is distinct. When I heard it I knew, but I didn’t say anything, and neither did B. He sat there, pale-faced and terrified, trying to focus on the lecture.
Eventually, Mrs. J smelled it. When questioned, B did the only thing that made sense: he ran.
He’d full on pooped himself. Watery, runny, grossness followed him from his seat to the door, leaving a river of disappointment on the floor.
Class was canceled, the hallway was quarantined, and most of the student body spent the day in the gym waiting for the halls to be cleansed of swamp water.
No food in class after that.
LivelyGamer
It was junior year. A sophomore boy put a sealed container of chicken noodle soup in an empty locker next to the Chemistry Room. It sat there for months, easily five or six, until somebody thought about it again. It was brought up in Chemistry class (11th grade), and our Chemistry teacher took a pair of tongs to the locker and planned to dispose of it once and for all. His hands were too shaky that day and as soon as he lifted it out of the locker it fell, spilling the entire cesspool that the chicken noodle soup became. He immediately ran back to his room, screaming ‘Oh Gosh! Shut the doors! Shut the doors!’ and hilarity ensued. The smell was indescribable. Raw sewage, rotten chicken, fermented noodles all mixed into one. I have never and probably will never smell anything remotely close to it again. The smell permeated the entire floor and even seeped down a stairwell next to the spill to the classrooms immediately below. The day of the disaster everyone gagged as they traveled through the halls. Luckily it happened during 8th period, last period before we went home. A hazmat team was called to take care of the spill, just in case there were airborne diseases. For the rest of the school year, the teachers lit candles in the hallways and in their classrooms but the smell never left us. It stayed all summer and even into the next school year until it finally went away altogether.
ajones321
We were having a perfectly normal day in 6th grade, and then someone pointed out that they saw a deer on top of the hill on the other side of the street. Everyone was amazed and the teacher thought it was a pretty elegant moment, then it started going down the hill, at an alarming pace, and then across the street, and then closer, and closer. By this point everyone had their noses pressed to the glass, thinking it was going to just come really close and say hi or something, and then in the midst of its frenzied dash, it leapt through the window, breaking glass everywhere, getting cut everywhere, and all the students panicked. We were all rushed out of the class and animal control was brought in, we were there for an extra two hours or something until the situation was handled. I think the most satisfying moment was when the popular/smart/good at everything kid was crying because he had left his retainer on his desk and he thought the deer was going to eat it and he was going to be in serious trouble with his parents.
Flareinne