While some kids are a mischievous, some are totally insane. Here are some kids doing things that even an adult would be ashamed to do, or even think about.
Female science teacher here.
I was about 2 weeks into my first job when this happened. A student dropped a pen by accident, I picked it up. Straightened to find one of the biggest boys in the class, but only about 14 years old, standing right next to me.
He got closer and said “Good girl”. I was kind of shocked, so just said “Excuse me?” and he responded with the creepiest ever top-to-toe survey of my body, a leer and then said “Would you rather be a bad girl?”
My whole body just recoiled.
Being very young and new to the job, I picked up my staff phone and called my head of department, who instantly had him removed from my class. He was later permanently excluded from the school for sexually coercing another student.
We are talking grade 2 here.
I had a very shrewd student in my class, he was so manipulative that I felt he was actually a threat to other children. I asked for help and called the district psychologist to come in and observe.
I tell the class that Mr. So-and-so wants to hang out with us for a period to see the cool things we’re learning about. The student in question shows model behaviour all class. As soon as Mr. So-and-so leaves, this student winks at me and says, “How’d I do?”
He loved making girls uncomfortable.
He loved putting girls in a position where they wanted to move away from him, but they couldn’t and he would get such a thrill out of it. He would randomly go and sit on their desk, back them into a corner, etc. And he could do all that with such ease because he was above normal charming.
He was LOVELY. He would say hello and goodbye to me and just smile. His smile was unnerving. He almost put a pencil in a girl’s eye once, and was suspended for three weeks because of that. He said he wanted to see what would happen, and just smiled the entire time he was in the office with the headmaster.
He’d had a few occurrences of animal abuse at his old school.
This student was 12 or 13 at the time.
He broke into his neighbour’s yard, stole his pet ferret, killed it, skinned it, and pinned it to the door of the neighbours house. The ferret was replaced and he did it again. It was suspected he was killing other animals too at the time. Multiple charges were filed against him and soon he was removed from education – in his last year he was only taught in very small groups by large male teachers.
He was once suspected of burning down an abandoned pub but the police could not prove it. Last I heard of him was when his family moved out of the region, common tactic to get social services off your back.
My mom, who’s a teacher, told me about this kid.
He was 5 and in kindergarten. one day at recess she watched him walk over to another kid and punch him right in the face, with no feelings or emotions on his face.
The staff members contacted his parents and found out more about the kid. It turned out his grandfather went to prison for murdering a number of sexworkers.
Later he molested one of his cousins.
He was mad at me because I made him redo a math test so he got up and walked over to the classroom door. I told him I would need to call the office if he left the room without permission, he gave me a look and then proceeded to slam his leg against the door, really hard, about five times. Then he looked at me and said, ‘Now my leg hurts and I’m going to tell everyone it was your fault.'”
A student told us this story, and he’s just awful enough that I believe it.
When he was a kid, he fell at a pool and his mom was able to sue the swimming pool management. He then blackmailed his mom by telling her if she didn’t give him some of the money he would tell everyone that he didn’t really fall and that his mom made him lie to the court.
I teach third grade, so this nutty kid must be 9 years old that time.
So a new kid goes up to this nutty Kid and says hi. Nutty kid rolls his eyes at him and says, “Whatever.” The new Kid starts to walk away, completely crushed for being rejected.
For some reason, the nutty kid walks the new kid to the ground and starts punching him in the face. An adult walked out to the playground to start monitoring and before the adult can get a good look at what’s going on, the nutty kid starts tickling this new kid. The new kid can’t help but start laughing, and the adult thinks nothing of it and leaves.
Nobody knew what had happened until the new kid came into my room limping and told me what happened. When another student came forward and said they’d seen the whole thing happen, the nutty kid managed to slip them a note letting them know that he knows where his father’s gun is and he’ll use it to shoot them.
I was handing out coloring worksheets to 3rd graders in an after school program, when a an 8 year old boy grabbed the sheet, crumpled it up, threw it at my face and said, “I ain’t learnin dis crap.”
Former teacher here. We had a student give other students advice on how to sexually abuse small children In graphic detail. He was expelled and reported to authorities.
Soon after we learned that he had been arrested for the craziest thing I’ve ever heard someone do. He posed to be injured on a road, late at night, and when someone stopped to check on him, he shot them.
I am a student, and this guy joined as my new classmate in grade 4. It got around that he was a foster kid, and that he’d moved around a lot.
He was the typical “failed by the system” type. Once he didn’t come to school for a couple days, and then it went around that he had thrown large rocks through his foster home’s top floor window, into the room where a 3 month old was sleeping in a crib.
Another time he did something really creepy was when we were out at lunch and playing a big soccer game in the field. He got the ball and was running up the field when the whistle blew, so everyone abandoned and ran back inside, myself included. I turned around as I was heading in to see him whipping the soccer ball repeatedly at a first grade student’s head. I ran back and told him to cut it out. In response he charged me, knocked me over and then just kept kicking me in the head, again and again.
Two teachers got him off me, and brought me in the front door. I was bleeding out of my ear.
I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but the only thing this kid ever showed passion for was war.
Actually, war was the only thing he even liked. He was a smart kid, played soccer and climbed. But he was practically in love with war and violence. Only 9 years old and he wasn’t afraid to fight anyone, nor of the consequences once he beat someone quit ruthlessly, which often happened. He was above and beyond just war games and toy guns, he studied weapons and tactics. All he would check out in the library was war history. He soon wanted to join the army and fight.
I think he has joined army now.
Not a teacher but I knew a sociopath who was convicted of murder.
He lived with his grandmother, and at 14 years old he would say disgusting things about to her, and do stuff like spraying shaving cream on her and push her around.
He kicked used to kick his cat around, and went to juvie once for severely beating his younger sister when he was still in 7th grade. He was fearless and totally devoid of any real emotion.
I was a nanny for a special needs child. The girl I regularly babysat had an older sister whom I occasionally watched, but had to stop because she was a terror.
Not a high energy kid, but a girl who, by the age of 7, would not just cry, but also pee or vomit to get her way. She would kick her little sister in the head if she dared look at her toys. She would steal from my children and once tried to break my TV after getting in trouble for breaking my son’s toys. Then I stopped watching her completely when I caught her torturing frogs.
I later found out she had been kicked out of 6 schools since the age of 3, and was almost kicked out of another within a week of starting. All of the expulsions were due to violence against other kids. She had introduced herself to my youngest by punching him for playing with the toy she wanted (which was his toy) and once scratched all over her younger sister’s back for nothing.
I am a kindergarten teacher and I remember a lot of crazy 4 year olds that I knew will be in jail one day.
But the one I will never, ever forget is “Alex.” he had no emotions. None. When he got in trouble, he would just creepily smile at me. In fact he did that creepy smile all day, and inappropriately winked at me. He would creep up on little girls in class by rubbing his skin on theirs.
One day he was disruptive and I took him to the principal’s office. The principal brings him back 5 minutes later and says, “Whaaaaat is wrong with this kid? He sat in my office talking to and berating himself for being a ‘bad boy’ and hitting himself in the head.”
This sweetest little sixth-grade girl, blonde curly hair, blue eyes, very polite and very popular was plotting to kill me.
We discovered she had an online account where she had planned out – very carefully, mind you – exactly how she was going to kill me and a colleague at the end of the year – tied up to two chairs, back to back, so that she’d only have to use the one bullet from her dad’s gun. I’d die instantly, while my colleague would go second.
She was suspended for five days, moved from our classes, and allowed to remain at the school for her 7th and 8th grade year. And the restraining order kept her at the opposite end of the campus from our classrooms.
Her ‘friends’ ratted her out to the admin about a week after the posts hit the Internet. They were on some site called “ask.fm.” She had responded to a question (paraphrased) “How would you kill the teacher(s) you hate the most?”
The tying up statement – she had indicated that a few friends would help ambush us in the morning, when school hadn’t started and it was still dark. No clues as to how the ambush would work, but she was quite specific in how we would be tied to the chairs.
We never found out why. Her parents, of course, blamed us. “They were very strict and she was just acting out.” “She was just talking…she would never really do it…she has no guns…” Of course, after the punishment had been handed out it was discovered that her father did own a couple of firearms.
The punishment was decided upon by the school district, not our administration. The police were called in to investigate but, after a few months, it was determined by them that she most likely would not have been able to carry out the threat, so no criminal charges were ever filed. Civil case was never followed through. We protested the fact that she was going to be allowed to stay at our campus, and were told specifically that if we didn’t like that, we were free to seek another campus to teach at! Again, not the school but the district’s response.
The restraining order forced her classes to be at the opposite end of our rooms, which meant she couldn’t hang with her friends during the day. She was regulated to five rooms in the same building, well away from us. Of course when we needed to go to the office we’d end up walking by her rooms everyday “…of our own free will.”
We both decided that if we had to walk by her rooms, we’d walk sideways, so that we could always be watching her through the window, just in case she did try anything. Just walking by and staring at her was lots of fun. Also, if I ever found her down by my end of the campus, I would point at her and yell – “You’re not supposed to be here. Get back to your end of the school or I’m calling the police!!” And off she’d run. She earned 2 days of suspension every time I reported her violation to the office and the school police.
We informed her 7th and 8th grade teachers about the situation as she moved up the ladder. We showed them the transcripts from the Internet postings, the police investigation and report documents, and made sure they kept an eye on her.
Once I had my students dissect cats in anatomy class. One student decides to unnecessarily and aggressively cut out the cat’s tongue and then proceeds to bash the cat’s skull with his scissors. Needless to say that was the last day of dissection for him.
Years ago, when I was teaching 6th grade in a large city full of gangs, one of my students shot another 6th grader, rival gang member in a different class, in the leg before school while the guy was out in his front yard waiting for his siblings to come out and walk him to school.
The shooter took off running and, after finding out his victim was in the hospital, showed up with his gun wanting to finish him off. Security chased him out of the hospital. He ran through the neighborhood with his gun out in the open. Shortly after the police started searching the area for him, and a little while later a police helicopter started to circle over the neighborhood. For everyone’s safety we lined our kids on the playground, ran them into the classrooms and then went on a lockdown.
Hours later the search was called off and my student was never found. Over the next couple of years we would hear stories from his family and friends that he had been helped to get across the border, where he joined up with the neighbouring country’s mafia.
My girlfriend is a teacher and she told me a story of one of her teaching interviews, in a reception class of 4 or 5 year olds.
They were sat in a circle and she was explaining a maths exercise to them, one involving play dough and magic potions. Out of the corner of her eye she kept seeing a little boy purposefully rubbing his forehead on the floor. Really grinding and taking his skin off. She kept putting her hand under his face to stop him and asking him to stop but whenever she looked away he’d be back at it. Now this carpet was a super coarse hardwearing weave, the kind that comes sewn in cornrows for extra grip.
After a particularly harsh scrub she told him to stop again saying “stop now or you’re going to hurt yourself really bad!”. He stared back with a blank, expressionless face and said in a monotone “I like how it feels…”
In the formal part of the interview afterwards the employer asked if she was a ‘firm candidate for the job’. She told them no and went home.
I had a girl who reached in her pants, pulled out her maxi pad and smushed it in another girl’s face. Completely horrifying and brutal.
I am not a teacher but I work with kids. I had a six year old who was the sweetest little kid when he was with me and apparently was perfect when at school but would become a holy terror at home according to mom.
Initially I questioned it because sometimes parents exaggerate. His mom brought in his dad and sister to confirm the stories and even brought a video tape of one of his explosive outbursts, which was pretty intense for the little guy, but he had perfected hiding these from the outside world, emotional regulation is very atypical for a child that young.
Aside from his emotional outbursts he was at times calmly aggressive. Dad would be sitting at the table eating breakfast and the kid would walk by, then turn around and go back to purposely smash dad’s toes with his foot. The kid was caught trying to suffocate his three year old brother in the living room’s leather couch.
The Kid purposely killed a duck. He was young but a great baseball pitcher. He was at the park and picked up a rock, then he chucked it directly at a duck’s head. The duck seized for a moment then died in the water. The kid had no emotional reaction according to his mom. Later he told me he had seen a duck and a turtle, and he thought about hitting the turtle for a moment. But then he realized the turtle’s shell would protect him and he wouldn’t get hurt, so he threw the rock at the duck.
I advised his mom he was presenting serious behavioural issues and that he needed intense help. His mom panicked at the prospect of her son being a sociopath and went to find a second opinion. I don’t know what happened next, they never contacted me again.
I used to teach two year olds at a daycare.
There were three little baby birds hopping around our school’s playground, so another teacher and I pointed them out to the kids. The kids loved them, they were all smiling and laughing around this little baby birds. Then one of the kids from my class, got this big grin on his face and stomped on one until it was dead.