Every school has those kids that might not "fit in" with the rest of the school, but that shouldn't stop anyone from hanging out with them. We're all weird in different ways, these kids might just express it without care. Some of these kids might have expressed too much, because these stories tell tales of some very strange kids and even stranger things that they did.
The King Of Bees
“This is actually less ‘annoying-weird’ and more ‘I-am-in-awe-but-also-confused’ kind of weird. In grade 4, there was this boy in my class. He was cool, he was obsessed with tanks, and loved to draw them from memory during class. I’m a girl and the other girls thought it was weird that I wanted to hang out with a boy, but the girls were jerks, so I didn’t care.
Anyway, once during lunchtime, he told me he was a bee whisperer, and told me to follow him. There was this big bush full of pink flowers in one corner of the schoolyard, and it was full of bees. He put his finger near the bush and one bee landed on his finger. He told me the key was to be gentle and make them trust you by not being afraid.
He then picked a flower that one bee was sitting on, and slowly folded the petals into the middle and pinched it between his fingers, essentially trapping the bee. He then put the flower, with the bee, in his pocket, and we continued building stuff out of sticks.
Then recess was over, and in the middle of class, he tapped me on the elbow, opened his pocket, and let the bee crawl out. I just watched as he let the bee crawl over and between his fingers until one girl nearby shrieked, ‘James has a bee!’
The teacher looked up and, in a bit of a panic, demanded he let the bee go outside. He just walked outside with the bee sitting in the palm of his hand.
That was the first and last time he ever showed me the bee thing, and he moved away at the end of that year. I’m naturally skeptical, and maybe my childish wonder at that time distorted my memory somehow, but a part of me still believes that the King of the Bees is out there, somewhere.”
What A Creep
“In high school, there was this boy named Dakota Roach who gave me the creeps from day one. He would always listen in on conversations that he was not apart of and he would often do this to couples. He would always talk about how the girlfriends would leave their boyfriends to pursue him.
No girl ever took interest in him, so Roach-boy would go after younger girls. Everyone thought there was something just off about him. Then, about a year after graduation, he was arrested for kidnapping and violating a young girl.
He got out of jail earlier this year, and I see him here and there. And he is always with someone who is impressionable and will defend all the creepy stuff he does.
I mean, his last name is Roach after all.”
He Just Wanted Friendship
“I knew a guy who went to my college for a couple of years with Asperger’s, who really liked rocks. He would occasionally approach me and start talking about them and I’d listen sometimes when I didn’t need to go somewhere, but I also witnessed many times where people were unnecessarily mean to him.
There were some people that thought of him as a novelty and would feign friendship and feed him drinks, just because they thought it was funny when he was wasted.
I wish I would’ve done more to help him out and stop them, especially right before he left. I went to the gym for a run and all the treadmills were taken, so I went to the indoor track that was hardly used. About 10 minutes into my run, he came in with his mom and went into the middle of the track with his mom. He started showing her these various sword fighting techniques that he had learned because apparently, he was really into that, too.
Then he noticed me as I was doing a lap and eagerly waved. I waved back and he motioned me to come over. So, I took out my earbuds and jogged over. He introduced me to his mom as his friend. I could tell it made her happy to see that he had a friend and he was happy, too. I had only briefly talked to him a few times, but I did my best to be as friendly as I could be. After a few minutes, I excused myself, saying that I had to get going, so I left.
That was pretty much the last time I saw him because he left school shortly after. He was a nice guy that most people just misunderstood, and looking back I wish I had tried to get to know him better.”
They Should Have Called Her Fido
“A girl I went to elementary school with used to think she was a dog. She would act like a dog: panting, barking, licking her arms, etc.
We were all kids and it wasn’t frequent enough for it to be weird but one day she came up to me as we were putting away our backpacks on the hooks and sticks her tongue out to reveal a glob of her own hair on her tongue. She then said: ‘Shhhhh’ and walked away. I will never forget this.
We actually became close acquaintances in high school later on, but I was too embarrassed to ever bring it up, mostly for her.”
John Just Kinda Did As He Pleased
“There was this kid, we will call him John. I had my first two classes with John, one being an early morning class at 6 am, and the next being a regular high school schedule and it started at 7:30 am.
Every day before the early morning class (probably two or three times a week), he would drop acid and trip hardcore for the next few hours.
Anyways, the second class I had with John was drawing. John was honestly a great artist, in an intro drawing class. One day, we were supposed to be drawing a bear that was up on the projector, using the method where it is split up into quadrants to help you draw it proportionately. John decided he didn’t want to draw the bear, and instead drew a very realistic picture of Pope Benedict XVI.
I have no idea where he got the idea, but he looked up a picture on his phone and started drawing. I sat right next to him and started losing it. It was manageable until the teacher came around to check if anyone needed help. He came up to me and John and pointed out a few things that I could fix and he looked at John’s picture. Classes were 90 minutes and with his skill of drawing, it was pretty well drawn. The teacher whispered under his breath: ‘What the actual crap.’ He asked John why he was drawing ‘this guy.’
John looked right back at the teacher and said, ‘There is still hope for you in God’s eyes,’ and took his shirt off and stood on his chair.
The teacher took him out into the hall and I didn’t see him for a solid two terms at school or anywhere really. Every time I tell this story, it’s hard for me to even believe and I was there for it. But this kid was a legend.”
Poor Darcy Never Really Understood What Was Going On
“There was an older lady called Darcy in one of my college literature class. I was randomly assigned to do a group project with her and three others. Our topic (given to us by the prof) was the Industrial Revolution.
We quickly realized we couldn’t trust Darcy to do any actual work. She just twisted herself in circles trying to (and not) understand the project.
At a mandatory meeting with the professor to discuss our progress, Darcy got herself worked up because she ‘can’t understand’ the topic.
When the professor asked why, Darcy said, ‘Because I don’t even know which countries fought the industrial revolution! How can I present on it?’
I side-eyed the professor thinking, look at what we’ve been dealing with for weeks. I’ve never seen such a perfect deer in the headlights look. The professor talked us through breaking down the assignment and we agreed Darcy should just do the intro. Easy peasy, right?
Apparently not. Another partner made the mistake of giving out her phone number and Darcy called her at 2 am, complaining about how hard the project was and she didn’t understand. She ranted for over an hour.
The day of the presentation came and we were ready to be done with the stupid topic and Darcy. Her intro was about five minutes worth of information about how only Europe had the Industrial Revolution because only white people were smart enough to invent it. We were mortified and we still had to get up and present our info. That presentation was the lowest grade I got in the class, but the professor stopped group presentations after the incident.
For as long as Darcy was on campus and she saw anyone in the group, she’d corral them and complain about the group presentation topic. I learned to stare at the ground if I saw her walking around so we wouldn’t have to talk. I’m glad she was trying to get an education, but oh boy did she always seem confused and overwhelmed.”
He Was A Casanova With Poor Planning Skills
“There was a goth kid I knew. I considered him a friend of a friend. At that sort of distance, he was a fun person because he did all sorts of weird stuff, but I kept that distance because getting any closer to him as a friend would have just been bad.
He once bragged about cheating on his girlfriend seven times, to which I asked him why he didn’t just suck it up and break up with her already. Then he started going, ‘But I’m cute! She doesn’t care!’
So I rolled my eyes, said, ‘Yeah, sure.’ He got offended because I didn’t think he was cute, but in a joking way since we were like kind-of friends but not really.
Well, that girl broke up with him because she knew her worth and he kind of broke down. He told me later about how he got banned from a store because he got caught jerking it in one of the clothing sections. So I asked, ‘So why’d you do that?’ Apparently, because a blouse there reminded him of his ex, and then he claimed to be on the offender’s registry for doing that. I don’t actually know if this really happened as it’s only based on what he says about himself, but it’s weird if he did it and it’s still weird even if he didn’t because he was bragging about it.
Out of the blue one day, he called me over just to tell me, ‘I know why she and I didn’t work out. It’s because I have bipolar disorder and she has Asperger’s and that’s a bad mix of mental illnesses.’
I basically said, ‘Good for you for figuring out then. I guess you’re getting treatment?’ It came out a little apathetic sounding, but I didn’t know what else to really say to that.
He didn’t really reply to what I said. He just started walking away and went, ‘I’m going to wrestling practice now!’ So I said ok bye.
He eventually got a new girlfriend and then they ran away to another state. The girl’s mom was seriously distressed for the longest time. They both came back and are living with his mom until she (the girlfriend) can finish high school so she at least won’t be a dropout because that was a real risk for a while.”
That’s More Than A Little Creepy
“I was fortunate enough to not share any actual classes with this guy but I did share one with his roommate. I also went out with a dude that lived on the same dorm floor as him, so I have my own special things to add.
The first time I saw him was freshman orientation. A friend and I were people watching in order to kill time and in walks Irving. Physically, he’s not great to look at: a little overweight, acne, hasn’t figured out his hair, wears ill-fitted jeans, slumped over shoulders, beady eyes, silent almost always. He spent three hours pacing around the gym where the event took place, walking through basketball games and people having conversations, silently.
Fast forward a couple months. I was going over to visit my boyfriend. I got to his room to find the door locked. I knocked on it and he opened it just a little. He pulled me through the door and then relocked it immediately. Apparently, earlier that day, Irving had decided to walk into my boyfriend’s room, sit on the floor, and start watching the ‘Bee Movie.’ Why? We don’t know. He didn’t respond to people telling him to leave and he’s just odd enough that people don’t feel comfortable kicking him out physically. Eventually, he went to get something from his room and my boyfriend locked him out and had been hiding ever since.
Later that night, we heard a knock on the door. We think it’s my boyfriend’s roommate, so we unlocked the door and opened it. Lo and behold, Irving! Standing there with a tray of… something. Something in mini pastry shells.
Us: ‘What is that?’
Irving: ‘I made them. Try one.’
Us: ‘Yeah, but what is that?’
Irving: ‘They have cheese and stuff.’
Us: ‘What kind?’
Irving: (Mumbles a vague name.)
Couple this interaction with an unnerving stare and you can understand why we took one, promptly relocked the door, and didn’t eat it.
He would show up at the dorm parties my boyfriend would host sometimes, stand staring silently at the girls and not really acknowledging the guys.
To quote his roommate: ‘If you’re a girl, there’s a 99% chance Irving has had a thing for you.’ The best example I can give of this is when he asked a friend of mine for tips on how to get with a certain girl. My friend, who happened to be the girl’s boyfriend, found it both hilarious and slightly disturbing.
Later that year in the class I share with his roommate, we were talking about the end-of-the-year presentations every freshman has to give. His roommate, a nice guy, took this time to unload his troubles on us:
‘So his topic was about love and marriage or whatever right? He thought that it would be a great idea to order a bunch of rubbers to show his class. He ordered a bunch of male and female protection to pass out to his entire class as his demonstration. Like, to keep. The class is taught by a monk. He didn’t see the issue.’
‘It’s gotten to the point that I don’t go back to my dorm because he’s always there and he always asks where I’ve been and where I’m going. For some reason, he always assumes that I’m hanging out with the swimming team and going to crazy parties or something. I just don’t correct him anymore. He thinks I literally am blood brothers with the swim team.’
Irving. What a king.”
The Dead Bird Incident
“I was the weird classmate. In middle school, I found a sparrow on the ground, clearly sick, jerking around.
I didn’t know what to do, but I wanted to help it so much that I picked it up and it continued convulsing before dying. I felt so bad for it that I wanted to bury it, but the others caught wind that I had a dead bird in my pocket and told the teachers who pulled me out of class, and scolded me making me throw it away. I think they assumed I’d killed it.
Still, the sometimes the weird classmate had a reason for their actions. I know I’m still weird for doing this but I was twelve and I felt bad that I didn’t know how to save it. I just wanted it to be buried. I guess I thought it would atone for the fact that I couldn’t save it.”
You Would Think A Diabetic Would Avoid Soda
“In high school, there was this kid with diabetes that would eat gross stuff at lunch like cookies and barbecue sauce and gummy worms and ranch just to gross people out. Then one day, in a class I had with him, he scooped up all the fruit flies from the windowsill and just ate them, completely unprovoked.
Then the next day at lunch, he took I think three bites out of a soda can and swallowed each bite, and everything was fine.
I guess it didn’t cut his insides on the way out since he was still coming to school and eating gross stuff and saying weird things.”
This Guy Did It All
“I used to go to school with this really big, strong, ugly looking kid, we will call him Albert, who would just go into rage mode in the middle of class for no particular reason and also was just a general weirdo even for my standards. His problems included:
Choking a kid out in middle school for calling him fat.
Bringing weird bagged food that stunk up the entire cafeteria.
Screaming at a girl in high school who didn’t say a word to him, accusing her of saying he smelled and telling the entire class how loose she was while throwing and punching things.
Wearing a dog collar and exclaiming he was a furry to the entire school on multiple occasions.
And asking me, many times, uncomfortable questions about what I preferred romantically and if I ever wanted him to tie me up (I politely declined).
Albert was bi and loved announcing it to everyone he met.
All in all, I always tried to stay on Albert’s good side in case he had any plans to kill anyone in the future, but I lost track of Albert after he was expelled because of one of his outburst. But I will say can’t forget him.”
He Was Like A Completely Different Person
“There was a guy I went to school with since preschool. He always lived a rough life from what I can tell. He was known for getting in trouble a lot. He would disappear from school for a while then come back. Who knows why he was gone or what he was doing. But everyone generally liked him regardless of his mysterious life. He was always outgoing and friendly, and he never really had beef with anyone.
So junior year of high school, he came back to school after one of these extended absences, and he was totally different. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, and he was super on-edge and moody. Someone sat down next to him and he said: ‘You can’t sit there, my angel is sitting there.’
Everyone thought that was weird because 1) He was imagining someone there and 2) He had never talked about angels or religion or anything like that ever. He went the rest of the day only talking (whispering) to his ‘angel’ and not talking to anyone else.
He threatened to beat someone up because they couldn’t see his angel. He left for a while again and once he came back, he never spoke of the angel again. But he definitely hasn’t been the same since that day.”
A New Use For Tissues?
“I moved to a new state my sophomore year of high school. I obviously didn’t know anyone, so I had no idea what kids were considered weird.
In my first couple of weeks, the kid that sat behind me asked if I could get him a tissue. The box of tissues was on a window ledge right beside me, so I obliged and handed him one. Then I heard a super loud, ‘NOM NOM NOM NOM.’
This guy straight up DEVOURED this tissue. He just looked at me and smiled; I looked around the room and everyone was staring at him.”
“She Proceeded To Pour Her Invisible Pills Into Her Other Hand”
“On the first day of school in the first or second grade, I was riding the bus to school and this girl decided to sit next to me. I was excited by the idea of a potential friend. She seemed pretty normal and I introduced myself.
We had a standard conversation until she whipped her backpack out in front of her, and started unzipping it. She took something out, grasping it normally. Except she was holding nothing. Her hand was in a position that looked like she was holding some sort of container, but there was nothing there. She said: ‘I have to take my medicine. Is that ok?’
I wasn’t a really judgemental kid and even though I was confused, I was just like, ‘Uh, ok.’
She proceeded to pour her invisible pills into her other hand. Unfortunately, the container seemed to be lubed up or something because she dropped it. She gasped as she stared at all her pills on the floor.
At this point, I was weirded out but no one seemed to have noticed. She started picking up each pill and placing it into her container. I decided to be polite and randomly grab at the ground and place some of her pills into the container. Maybe to her, I was being weird and grabbing nothing. Who knows? She put a few pills in her hand and placed them into her mouth and ‘swallowed’ them. We didn’t talk the rest of the way.
When the bus arrived, she said: ‘See ya!’ and walked away and I never saw her again. Hope she’s doing ok.”
We All Know This Kid
“In middle school when we would read our textbooks, this kid Andy would rip his hair out, smell it, and either eat it or sprinkle it in the textbook.
Andy also had retched body odor. In between classes, he would run down the hallway, jumping in between people, and when you saw him coming, you would instinctively hold your breath.
One time, in high school the entire school smelled like garbage. The entire morning everybody was talking about ‘the smell.’ Finally, teachers and the principal figure out it was Andy. No, it wasn’t his normal odor, but he had crapped his pants and had been sitting in it all morning.”
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