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[Kuro Madoushi]

Fucking stupid dumbass immigrant mom...

I had measles or chickenpox or some shit

Basically, I was feeling crappy for a couple of days so I stayed home. But she decided I had missed too much school. However, that day, very large and dark spots sprouted all over my skin. Aside from the embarrassment I would receive, I could've gotten other children sick. Still, because she didn't want me to miss too much school, she FORCED me to go to class.

So there I was in class...sticking out like a sore thumb...with huge, ugly dark spots all over my face and body. Feeling embarrased, sick, and and angry all at once. The other kids avoided me (can't say I blame them), and the teacher eventually asked if I was alright and said I could go home if I wanted to...AFTER ONE FUCKING HOUR!!!

 

[nitewulf]

nothing too bad.
during freshmen year of high school, my global studies teacher named me "burning spear" (oldschool roots reggae artist), basically he gave all of us nicknames. but burning spear sorta stuck...
my math teacher, who was a bit of an interesting character, used to yell out all the time, "hey, quit doing that, or i'll really find out why they call you burning spear! why does your spear burn?"
imagine, i'm walking down the hallway, and ppl are going, "hey, burning spear!"
heh, my islands english wasnt very strong then, if it happened now i'd yell back "jah rastafar i, selassie i".
during 10th grade, to demonstre force, my chemistry teacher got me up in front of the class, and pushed me. i wasnt ready for it, so down i went, straight to the floor.
the same math teacher kept a katana in his closet, and while i was doing my english homework in his class, he sliced through my notebook.
he used to send me out to get knishes for him, so i got one, and he was like "burning spear, i asked for a little mustard with my knish. not a little knish with my mustard."
ah, i miss mr. phillips. the coolest teacher ever.

 

[Firest0rm]

First time skiing I slammed into a cottage and my nose and lip swelled up. A good number of people from my school saw it happen in first person.

 

[Kuro Madoushi]

There was the time my "friend" put the song "Walk like a man" on the school radio and dedicated it to this girl from me, so then this mean maori bitch started a fist fight with me in front of around 40 people. I was 14 and was painfully aware of the not hitting girls protocol. So I got my ass kicked by a girl. While my friends laughed.

Wait, wait, I don't understand Catfish...

You mean someone dedicated a song to some chick and this chick hit you or some other girl???

 

[IAmtheFMan]

3rd grade it was our first day of swimming lessons at school and, my Korean parents didn't exactly understand the concept of a bathing suit so instead of trunks like all the other kids they gave me this speedo. Now I'm an 8 year old kid wearing a speedo, and now I have to pee. I figure "Nooooo problem. I'll wait until I get in the pool." Only that day we weren't going in the pool, and it was just the swimming teacher telling us about safety and stuff. Eventually, I pissed myself... now just imagine the only 8 year old kid wearing a speedo with a big piss stain on it, next to 60 other kids. Yeah.

 

[Sledn]

Around 1st or 2nd grade I was playing on the monkey bars. These particular bars were connected to a wooden post by a metal chain so that you could "swing" from one ring to the next. Well at the end of this there were two wooden post that held up the structure and in between them were a couple of metal rods. As one would swing across the rings, they would step onto the metal rods at the end to get off. Well me being the small kid that I was, my feet couldn't reach the metal rods so I decided to just jump off and "hope" that I landed on the rods (instead of just dropping down like I should have done) Well basically, when I jumped I missed the metal rods but they did go between my legs...

Everyone at recess gathered around to laugh at me and I had to be helped off to the nurses.

 

[lexi]

It's kind of depressing that I think I've got most of this thread beat with several incidents.

The worst being one time in 8th grade. It was some sort of Religious Retreat that the whole grade attended, about 300 people in total (I attended a big school.)

Everybody was assigned into groups of about 10 people. One of the activities was to write a page about yourself, and then the head religious guy had each group vote for who should up and read their page to entirity of the room. My luck, the group I was in voted me, probably for spite, who knows. I was one of those people deathly afraid of public speaking, particullary in a group that big, so I flat out refuse. The religious guy says someone else should read it for me, so one of my friends gets up in front of the Mic to read it out.

What he proceeded to read out was NOT what I had written, he improv-ed the whole thing, detailing which girls he assumed I liked, added gay innuendo, implied I masturbated frequently, etc. Roughly 300 people were on the floor in the laughter, and I wish I was exagerrating.

Some lesser incidents include the already mentioned bird shitting on my head at recess, with near 30 people witnessing, and another where a healthy false rumour spread around the school that I had a crush on the FATTEST BITCH you would ever hope to see.

 

[J2 Cool]

There's a different word for that than embarassing. Its called badass.

:lol :lol Awesome stories everyone!

Anyway, uh, mine... Hmm. Well, I know my first day of Kindergarden I cried because my teacher corrected my perfect paper because the print was too small or something. Bitch. 3rd grade I'll always remember my blatant cheating and the kid not responding, me being the only one not to know the teacher's looking at me. But yeah, I'd say embarassing started after I first transfered schools.

4th grade I remember I was just out of it. Didn't know anyone, was real shy being the first time I was away from all my friends. Anyway, I did get to know one guy who was pretty popular with the girls. Me and him started hanging out at school and joking around. So of course, I followed him around wherever he went. That's where I was comfortable. So one day he's talking to a bunch or girls, and he's shoving one and running away laughing. Now, I was confused, is this school that different? And my brain really wasn't mature. I just didn't think sometimes. So my friend Matt, pushes a girl and runs. She's like "Matt!". And turns her back to me. So I just going running and I shove her to the ground. All I hear is "what the fuck!?" when she gets up, and Im laughing while turning red. Then she yells at Matt "you better take care of your friend, Matt!".

Another one, well, kind of averted. Back in 7th grade maybe, I shit my pants, in gym class! Like, right at the beginning. I had diahrea and was sick. We were outside when it happened though and I just freak out in my mind. "Holy shit, I didn't just do that". So I stay outside about 15 minutes, nobody noticing in the fresh air, and I just decide to walk back inside. I go back to the lockeroom and clean up, just hung out there. Then the class came back in.

Hmm, besides that, nothing too embarassing. I'd get embarassed about stupid stuff in late middle school/early high school years, that's not really bad. Having akward moments in a speech, hitting the teacher with a cookie sheet and getting cheered. But nothing straight up embarassing

 

[ZombieSupaStar]

I knocked my 70 year old first grade teacher down a hill at the park



Mrs.Bennet it was clarences fault I swear!





thats my story and im stickin to it (and yes she went head over heels).

 

[demi]

I knocked my 70 year old first grade teacher down a hill at the park



Mrs.Bennet it was clarences fault I swear!





thats my story and im stickin to it (and yes she went head over heels).

I smoked my teacher in the face with a volleyball!

Toledo is full of abusers

 

[EviLore]

Okay, here goes. 7th grade.


One day I'm just feeling terrible; something with my stomach is causing me a lot of pain. So I head down to the nurse's office. Only thing is that there was a different nurse for junior high, and I hadn't ever gone to this one before. Anyway, so I make my way there, and there's this grouchy looking woman sitting there. I go up to her and describe my stomach problems, and she replies, "Oh. Are you having your period?"

...

I die a little inside, tell her that I'm a boy and not a girl, and demand to be sent home.

Really I don't know what the fuck was the problem back then. Somehow I was excessively cute and not prominently masculine or something, but up until 8th grade or so adults (usually older ones) would often think I was female. I mean...shirt, jeans, no, I dunno, BREASTS or anything. Fuck you all.

 

[Raxel]

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[AniHawk]

Okay, here goes. 7th grade.


One day I'm just feeling terrible; something with my stomach is causing me a lot of pain. So I head down to the nurse's office. Only thing is that there was a different nurse for junior high, and I hadn't ever gone to this one before. Anyway, so I make my way there, and there's this grouchy looking woman sitting there. I go up to her and describe my stomach problems, and she replies, "Oh. Are you having your period?"

I'm so sorry, but :lol

There was one time in the sixth grade where I was writing one assignment. My teacher walks by and picks up the paper to read it (I was talking with some friends). About two or three minutes later, he crumples the piece of paper up, says, "this is trash," and tosses it on my desk. I just stared at it for a second, dumbfounded, while everyone's eyes focused on me. I opened it up and it was a blank sheet, then he put the real one down on my desk. The class erupted in laughter, so I crumpled the blank one up, threw it at him... and missed. Everyone laughed harder. I threw it again and missed again. Then I tossed it in the trash.

Spoiler

My sixth grade teacher was my dad.

 

[etiolate]

I peed my pants in like 2nd or 3rd grade. I was deathly afraid of using the bathroom at school, or much any public bathroom as it were. So I just stayed in my desk seat and slowly let it out. I was just so afraid, because teachers would always question someone when they would ask to go to the bathroom. Like "do you reaaaally have to go?" So it felt like I was doing a bad thing by going, plus using the outside bathrooms at reccess involved dealing with the weirdo kids who would bug people in there, turn off the lights or pound the stalls. So I just pissed on myself one day, counting on my dark blue jeans to hide it. I was discovered when I rose from my seat by the teacher and she brought me to the library and had me wait for my parents.

edit:

Wait, do school bus rides count? I am not sure this is embaressing as much as traumatizing. I rode the school bus home everyday, same kids every day, average mix of social groups. One day I brought some baseball cards and my friends and I were looking at them. For some reason the 'bully'group was sitting up closer to the front of the bus that day and this kid Mike wanted to see my stuff, or just take it. I knew if I let him he'd just steal some cards, as that was his history with such things. So I told him no and he did not gladly accept this answer. So he began flicking my ear from across the row, then he got a couple of friends to do it. I did the 'ignore him and it will go away' thing but it didn't work. He eventually reached over and grabbed my card binder, so I leaned over and flicked his ear back. He proceeded to punch me so hard in the side of my head that my head clunked into my friends head and his head into the next kids head. Like those kinetic desktop toys. This started a scene and I think I may have reached over at him again, but the bus driver stopped the bus, came to the back and kicked him off. I didn't get shit, because she said she was glad someone finally stoop up to him. And yes, in true cheesy afterschool special fashion I was never messed with on the bus again. The End.

 

[AniHawk]

I was one of 10 children remaining after several rounds of my 6th grade spelling bee. This was a big deal, and the entire school got the afternoon off to watch us sweat it out on stage. The teacher presenting the words had a very thick german accent. And when it came time for my word, I couldn't understand what she was saying. I even asked for a definition to help me out, but it did nothing to clear things up for me. I spelled out what I thought the word might be, and of course the "WRONG" buzzer sounded. Without realizing how sensitive the microphone in my hand was, I whispered "Nazi bitch", and that phrase echoed throughout the auditorium.

:lol

It's not as bad, but during the 4th grade I was in the spelling bee, and I was one of the seven left standing. My word was meadow. "Meadow. M-E-D-O-W. Meadow."

My dad STILL hasn't let me live that down.

Then once in the 6th grade, we were practicing for the spelling bee (me and who would turn out to be #3 and #2 respectively). One of the words from the 7th grade list was "extraordinary," and another was "abroad." Well, I had thought since the "aor" sound in "extraordinary" was the same as the "rod" sound in "abroad," that they were both spelled with the a before the o. I told both other contestants this.

We go to the seventh grade list with just me and the girl I'd talked to earlier.
Teacher: Your word is, "abroad."
Brain: Damnit, I told her beforehand!
Girl: Abroad. A-B-R-A-O-D. Abroad.
Brain: She got it.
*Buzzer*
Teacher: Incorrect.
Brain: What?
Me: Uh... Abroad. A-B-R-O-A-D? Abroad?

And she was eliminated.

 

[Manabanana]

Really I don't know what the fuck was the problem back then. Somehow I was excessively cute and not prominently masculine or something, but up until 8th grade or so adults (usually older ones) would often think I was female. I mean...shirt, jeans, no, I dunno, BREASTS or anything. Fuck you all.

Wait wait wait...Evilore's a guy?

 

[Funky Papa]

I'm so sorry, but :lol

There was one time in the sixth grade where I was writing one assignment. My teacher walks by and picks up the paper to read it (I was talking with some friends). About two or three minutes later, he crumples the piece of paper in his hands up and says, "this is trash," and tosses it on my desk. I just stared at it for a second, dumbfounded, and everyone's eyes focused on me. I opened it up and it was a blank sheet, and he put the real one down on my desk. The class erupted in laughter, so I crumpled it up, and threw it at him... and missed. Everyone laughed harder. I threw it again and missed again, then I tossed it in the trash.

Spoiler

My sixth grade teacher was my dad.

This some Perry Bible stuff, I swear :lol

I have nothing to say here, my school period was a very cool one with no embarrasing moments at all.

 

[dog$]

12 Grade.

I was in an all-male school that had the whole button down shirt&tie dresscode. Sure enough, a kid sitting behind me while we're all silently writing thinks it'll be a great idea to take his tie off, wrap it around my neck from behind and strangle me. I'm caught off guard for a minute but quickly pull the thing away from my neck and think that the best thing for me to do was to get up, walk over like I was going to sharpen a pencil, and toss the tie out the window.

The only problem was that there was no pencil sharpener in this particular room, which I didn't realize until I already walked over to the window. I guess the look on my face with this realization was what cued the entire class to laugh at me at this point. So I sauntered back to my seat and crammed the tie into my crotch so that the kid couldn't grab it. The kid incessantly punched me in the back, demanding the tie back, for the remaining half hour of class.

 

[Chipopo]

I punched a kindergardener in the stomach when I was in 3rd grade. Then I got the shit kicked out of me by his older brother, who was in 5th grade.

I was bleeding alot.

 

[Karg]

5th grade. Around October or so and it was Gym time. So the class was outside running races. Well me and this kid Shawn McGrath were running against each other. We were doing this on the blacktop behind the school (basketball, etc....)

So halfway into the race I look to the left and see that I'm beating this punk. All of a sudden I hear everyone behind yelling something. So I look back real quick while still running and then turn my head back in front of me. SMACK. I ran full speed and head first into a metal basketball pole. My head actually had a impression of the pole and I was knocked unconcious. Woke up in the nurse's office and had to go to the hospital for a concussion.

Lets just say every kid I knew from that school always knew me as "that" kid.

 

[Tuvoc]

9th grade, english

We were all sitting in class reading the book "Night" and sometimes we'd just sit there and take turns reading out loud. So if me, or one of my friends was reading the others would lean in and whisper shit to try to get them to fuck up. Well I was reading out loud and my friend kept saying "penis, penis, penis" and I came across the word "prisoner" and instead I said "penis" out loud, in front of the class.

Good times...

 

[jenov4]

Great stories! Here's mine to share:

Grade 7 - One day, our geography teacher comes up with this country naming game. A student 1 student would name a country and then the next student would have to take the last letter of the country just mentioned and name a new country starting with that letter.

So if someone says France, you would take take the last letter, "e" and name Egypt or not.

Anyways, I got a country ending in "n" so I shout out "Nigger", everyone starts laughing and the teacher says "I think you meant Niger" :lol

 

[bud]

Spoiler

My sixth grade teacher was my dad.

:lol

 

[Gek54]

I used to take karate lessons after kindergarden at the YMCA. I didnt have a white karate robe like everyone else so I decide one day to wear my ninja pajamas. Got laughed at for that and then after class they would let us out on the playground untill our parents picked us up. I had encredible urge to pee so I ran around the playground and when that wasnt enough I laid stomach down and rubbed my crotch in the sand. Thinking about it now im sure it looked like I was humping the sand. Knowing how fast sand sucks up water my little 5 year old brain decides it would be a good idea to go ahead a piss and let the sand soak it up. So after about 5 minutes of humping sand I get up and I have a huge wet spot on my crotch with sand caked to it in a nice circle. All I remember is my Karate master giving me the "wtf is wrong with you" look. I hate the YMCA.

 

[Kave_Man]

Once during a basketball game I had an uncontested layup that I missed when I slipped on a wet spot on the floor. This was witnessed by a few hundred people.

That reminded me of some stuff that happened in my OAC year on the bball team.

I ran full steam into a wall trying to save a ball from going out of bounds. I didn't realize how close I was to the wall and bam I hit it and crumpled. The worst part of it was that it was videotaped and later that night we watched the tape and they kept replaying the part where I ran into the wall in super slow motion.

 

[Lemurnator]

I documented my most embarassing moment on the the GAF forum as it occured.

http://forums.gaming-age.com/showpost.php?p=313058&postcount=1

Puking right outside my third hour classroom, on the first day of school, during the last hour of my schoolday.

Absolutely horrible...

 

[AniHawk]

That reminded me of some stuff that happened in my OAC year on the bball team.

I ran full steam into a wall trying to save a ball from going out of bounds. I didn't realize how close I was to the wall and bam I hit it and crumpled. The worst part of it was that it was videotaped and later that night we watched the tape and they kept replaying the part where I ran into the wall in super slow motion.

:lol

 

[bionic77]

That reminded me of some stuff that happened in my OAC year on the bball team.

I ran full steam into a wall trying to save a ball from going out of bounds. I didn't realize how close I was to the wall and bam I hit it and crumpled. The worst part of it was that it was videotaped and later that night we watched the tape and they kept replaying the part where I ran into the wall in super slow motion.

:lol

They videotaped my game too.

 

[belgurdo]

I bit a kid once in third grade either because I was bored or I wanted to see what he tasted like. Could never really explain that one.

Then one time when I was in PE in high school one of the stoner gangstas in my class stole my glasses, so I ran up to him and hit him in the head, then he got together a couple of buddies and they hit me in the head with a table tennis paddle (fucking hurt too.) I think I got what little common sense I had then knocked out of me.

Also in high school I liked this girl, but she did not reciprocate my affections, so I tormented her, not unlike a stalker. Also can't explain that one except that i may have gotten that attitude from my father

 

[cvxfreak]

6th grade. Teacher just happens to be filimg the class randomly, who are scattered among doing things. For some reason, I do a Donkey Kong-like thing and beat my chest with my chests. It was a tiny bit subtle but noticeable, and guess what? Teacher happened to film it. She showed the class a few days later, not to smite me, but to just show us.

God that was embarrassing.

 

[AniHawk]

Heh, that reminds me, I was taking a computer class in the 8th grade, and were were practicing filming and putting it onto the computer. The guy I was working with did a flyby of the entire class. They were working on different assignments, while I narrated. When our teacher showed it to the class, there was one guy caught on film in the background "digging for gold." Man, was his face red.

 

[cvxfreak]

Heh, that reminds me, I was taking a computer class in the 8th grade, and were were practicing filming and putting it onto the computer. The guy I was working with did a flyby of the entire class. They were working on different assignments, while I narrated. When our teacher showed it to the class, there was one guy caught on film in the background "digging for gold." Man, was his face red.

Eh? What do you mean by that?

 

[Mugen]

^^I would think polishing the jewels or... reaching for the deep pocket if you know what I'm saying.

 

[demon]

uhh, digging for gold means picking your nose.

 

[Mugen]

Whaaa!? That's less embarassing then haha

 

[tenchir]

One of the few things I remember from Kindergarden. First day in school, for some reason I left class, somehow pass through the gate that is usually guarded by some guard and went home that was may be 2-3 miles away. From what my mom told me, the kindergarden teacher really panicked when she counted the students and noticed I wasn't there. I am so awesome.

Know what is even more awesome? For some reason I tried to do it on the second day :lol, but was caught by my kindergarden teacher before I even left the playground gate. She then proceed to put a dunce cap on me and made me sit in the stool in the corner. After that I am pretty sure the teacher kept her eyes on me during recess for a loooooong time.

Wasn't embarassing at the time because I was such a dumbass, but now that I think about it...... and my parents/sibling kept talking about it to humilate me.

 

[Uno Ill Nino]

Ah school. How I loathed it.

1st story: Didn't know what "nigger" meant. I was in 3rd grade. Myself and two other little bastards are picking on the arab kid calling him a "nigger lover". I had no idea what it meant, I just thought it'd be fun to join in. Well we all got busted by a teacher and a long discussion was had teaching me the meaning and origin of the word. I felt mortified once I knew as I have some black relatives.

2nd story: Middle School. I went through the window of a car in a bad accident. My face had over 100 stitches in it (many were under the skin) and I was messed up. Kids of course are mean little shits, so I am teased relentlessly. Now keep in mind this is PRE-COLUMBINE. The class is just settling in and as I have reached my breaking point, I say in my coldest tone, "I wish I had a gun so I could fucking kill you all." Just as I say this, the room quiets down so everybody heard it and I was too stupid to cut myself off. Teacher sends me to the office, but I don't go. Instead I go take a huge dump and dick off at my locker. Well evidently they freaked out because I didn't go to the office. Somehow they assumed I was actually getting a gun. Long story short, the apprehend me like I was caught slitting somebody's throat and ask me about the whole incident. I ended up going to court over this and LOST. For a hollow threat. I will never forget this. That teacher totally fucked me. My face looked like a fuckin frankenstein monster at the time and she couldn't understand that I was getting dogged about it non-stop every fucking day. I sure as hell couldn't fight kids over it cuz they'd bust my face open all over again. All I could do is talk shit and they punished me for it. It was bullshit.

3rd story: Return of the accident. High School. Moved to a new city also. I have plastic surgery on my scars so that as I age, they will heal and be far less noticable (you can barely see them now). The operation left me looking a lot like I did right after the original accident. I had bandages on my face and stuff. I actually had blood and pus leaking out of those bandages on occassion and onto my papers. It was terrible. The older kids called me "Scarface". It pissed me off so much. Once healed, I made a name for myself by beating the shit out of the football team's quarterback. In a class too while the teacher had stepped out. A couple guys tried messing with me for revenge after that, and I put them both down. Nobody ever fucked with me again, but unfortunately that scared away all the girls too. I became some sort of "brawling loner" that they wanted no part of. Thank god I'm a suave motherfucker now. Its funny how different my personality is from when I was in school.

4th story: Middle school. I had a fair number of enemies, so it was not a surprise when somebody cold-cocked me in the back of the head while I was walking in the hallway between classes. Without looking, I turned and punched my assailant one time in the face. When he was down, I realized I had hit one of the mildly retarded kids. I took a lot of heat from teachers and parents over that one. Why he hit me in the first place remains a mystery.

5th story: Was in study hall, high school. In a real bad mood that day. However, this chick I had a HUUUUGE crush on (goth chick with blonde hair, black lipstick and all that, real hot body) was in this study hall with me. So anyway, bad mood, right? Well the kid in front of me tries to cheer me up by handing me the lyrics book from one of Adam Sandler's CDs. Thinking it'd be lame, I took it anyway and started reading. "Ode to my car" was the first track and as soon as I read "Piece of shit car I've got a piece of shit car" I started laughing so hard I farted. Hot goth chick heard it and everything. But I couldn't stop laughing.

 

[LakeEarth]

Ah school. How I loathed it.

1st story: Didn't know what "nigger" meant. I was in 3rd grade. Myself and two other little bastards are picking on the arab kid calling him a "nigger lover". I had no idea what it meant, I just thought it'd be fun to join in. Well we all got busted by a teacher and a long discussion was had teaching me the meaning and origin of the word. I felt mortified once I knew as I have some black relatives.

Ha, holy crap you made me remember a LONG forgotten memory. In Kingergarden some little girl made fun of me for some reason, so I told her she had big lips. Well she was black, so about a week's worth of 'teaching me about tolerance" was what I got. I didn't mean anything racist about it. She had huge fucking lips. Think Busta Rhymes' lips on a 5 year old's head.

 

[Jotaro]

I did not really had such moments, but I remembered a golden one.

In College, we had to recite poems in front of the class. I learnt, a little too late, that we had to choose from a pool, and since many years in my College, no one wanted to have to go with the Emile Nelligan poem. That is, because the says "I am gay!" many times in the poems.

But, it did not referred as to Nelligan's sexual orientation (tough he might have been gay, but anyway, I do not remember his biography). It was because it meant something completely different at the time. He was like, gay, he was drunk with wine, with arts. Understand, in a nutshell?

My bad memories were because I had to go overboard to avoid getting this one, because my french teacher he, like, totally wanted me to go with it. He was like: "you should not be shy, you'd do it better than everyone!", he said to me, with everyone in the class listening. Fortunately, I convinced a female friend of mine to choose it, and she went good with it.

But my problems were not yet over, I chose a great poem (I just remember it ended with pianissim'ammorose, or something like that). We had to bring something along with us to put ourselves in context, so I had a pajama, and a pillow, because the poem was about dreams. My french teacher was like: hey that's really a great idea! But unfortunately (I really love speeches in front of large audiences, in front of a class), as I was about to recite it, people started trolling my speech, randomly shouting sayings that sounded like:

"Hey, this time Jotaro's doing a gay porn poem!"

Everybody laughed.

So my teacher asked:

"I hope it's not a triple-x poem!"
"I can ensure you, that it's not."

And then I begun, and I got it perfectly. My teacher said: that's exactly how all poems should be recited. And I got the best mark.

Later on, I got revenge, when I forced my professor to recite an abstract (and nihilistic, and sexually offensive, along with other reprehensible things) poem by Claude Gaudreault, when he saw the paper and recognized the poem, his face turned all white. :lol

 

[mrkgoo]

I was in physics class while my teacher was at the front giving his lesson as normal. I was chewing on the end of my pen, when suddenly it broke, exploding ink into my mouth. I tried not to swallow, which quickly caused my mouth to fill with a saliva-ink concoction. I stood up, with my face pointing towards the ceiling to avoid any spillage, though it was still leaking down my chin (it was easily obvious what had happened). I mumbled with my mouth open that I needed to excuse myself, and went and cleaned up.

Actually, that wasn't really that embarrassing. Ok here's one that I honestly didn't find embarrassing at the time, but now that I think back, I really should have been:

It was second year in high school (we don't give the years cute pet names for our years), and my class was having "Health" period - this was just a glorified name for a sex education class. Youth issues, the importance of condoms etc. Anyway, the teacher was talking about something, and there was a word I had never heard mentioned. I'm normally quite shy, so I was never one to ask questions, but I figured it'd be a good time to change my ways, and just ask what she meant, so when she said, "Are there any questions?". I raised my hand and declared, "What does 'Masturbate' mean?". My teacher blushed, went all quiet and didn't answer, while the rest of the class started laughing.

Now that I think about it, that class was a vessel for embarrassing moments. One guy asked a question about circumcision, and the teacher inadvertently shot back with the question, "Are you circumcised?". The guy went bright red. In another incident, a girl in the class was going thorugh some spiel when she said something like, "well, eveyone's had a look at their own bits with a mirror, right?...right?" There was a deathly silence.

Still, noone must be more mebarrassed than the Star Wars Kid.

 

[Kabuki Waq]

My aunt tells me this story all the time. Well when i was in kindergarten there was some holloween party for the class and parents so i was really hyped cause i wanted to scare everyone with my uber cool scary ghost costume....well when my uncle and Aunt took me there all i saw were little vampires and other fucking scary ass monsters I apparently ran under my teacher's skirt and tried to hide.....unlucky for me and her she was wearing underwear with some sort of yellow smiley face ....i got freaked punched her there and ran away out the door and told the principal who happened to be walking by, With tears in my eye I told him about the whole ordeal. He went in to the class and all the parents and my teachers burst out in laughter. Everyone was laughing at me, I was pissed and just that time a Teacher whispers in my ear and i blurt out "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IM A LUCKY KID?!?!?!"

Yes thats right I punched my first Vagina in 1985.



Another funny story In grade 7 we were doing some fractions problem and i was not paying attention, the Teacher asked me the answer to the problem i said " I DONT KNOW"
he gets angry and says "IDONT KNOW? WHAT IS I DONT KNOW CAN YOU PUT THAT INTO FRACTION?" Now everyone was looking at me so i HAD to be a smart ass and replied "YES" the Teacher Smirks and tells me to do it on the board or I have dentention.
Well I go up to the board and thinking im fucked i thought i should just apologize ofr something..but then i get an idea i go on to write on the board "I Dont/Know"
My idiot friend's laugh and the teacher just Sigh's and puts his head down and tells me to go sit down. I get home that day my dad calls me and asks me "what are you an Idiot?" My teacher had called him and told him the whole story, I had detention the whole week.

 

[Jotaro]

I am disappointed by the ridiculously low amount of embarassing school moments in this thread that are not related to sexuality.

 

[Fowler]

In my final year of high school due to a lack of numbers I was forced to run the 4x100 metre relay at the big athletics meet in front of the entire school. I'm kinda fat (more REALLY unfit + beer belly) but my friend and fellow runner was actually really fat. He was supposed to run anchor, but we swapped and I took anchor after he begged and pleaded (he'll run 3rd). This is the highlight event of the meet and the final one, and this year it promised to be especially good because the other three teams were probably the most talented they've ever been.

So the race kicks off... the other three teams setting a blistering pace, our guy setting a blistering jog. We were so far behind that I only started my leg as the race finished. So literally after digesting the amazing finish the entire school turned to look my way as I started my leg.

Now, laughter and mocking I can handle. But it was real quiet. People were murmuring at most. I wasn't sprinting here, just jogging (figured it'd look extra stupid if I sprinted), so it looked like it was going to be a loooong 100 metres if the crowd was going to be so quiet. So I held my hand to my ear in that "I-CAN'T-HEAR-YOU" motion. It got even quieter. So then I waved my arms in that MAKE SOME NOISE signal, and triggered probably the first ever period of complete silence in the school's history. At which point I slowed down and went totally apeshit, waving harder, doing the raise-the-roof thing, everything. No reaction. Not even gasps or groans. I then made a further ass of myself by stopping before the line and walking very slowly over it (which, in fairness, was partially motivated by everyone at the finish line wearing looks like they've just seen a car crash).

Incidentally, a few minutes after getting to the line and joining up with all of my horrified friends, the friend who ran the third leg appeared fully dressed in regular uniform. Believe it or not, most people didn't realise he was running in the race at all -- because the race was coming to an exciting conclusion during his leg, and after handing the baton off he never stopped running straight to the changing room

 

[Kabuki Waq]

In my final year of high school due to a lack of numbers I was forced to run the 4x100 metre relay at the big athletics meet in front of the entire school. I'm kinda fat (more REALLY unfit + beer belly) but my friend and fellow runner was really rather fat. He was supposed to run anchor, but we swapped and I took anchor after he begged and pleaded(he'll run 3rd). This is the highlight event of the meet and the final one, and this year it promised to be especially good because the other three teams were probably the most talented they've ever been.

So the race kicks off... the other three teams setting a blistering pace, our guy setting a blistering jog. We were so far behind that I only started my leg as the race finished. So literally after digesting the finish the entire school turned to look my way as I started my leg.

Now, laughter and mocking I can handle. But it was reaaal quiet. People were murmuring at most. I wasn't sprinting here, just jogging (figured it'd look extra stupid if I sprinted), so it looked like along 100 metres if the crowd was going to be so quiet. So I did held my hand to my ear in that "I-CAN'T-HEAR-YOU" motion. It got even quieter. So then I waved my arms in that MAKE SOME NOISE signal, and triggered probably the first ever period of complete silence in the school's history. At which point I slowed down and went totally apeshit, waving harder, doing the raise-the-roof thing, everything. No reaction. Not even gasps or groans. I then made a further ass of myself by stopping before the line and walking very slowly over it (which, in fairness, was partially motivated by everyone at the finish line wearing looks like they've just seen a car crash).

Incidentally, a few minutes after getting to the line and joining up with all of my horrified friends, the friend who ran the third leg appeared fully dressed in regular uniform. Believe it or not, most people didn't realise he was running in the race at all -- because the race was coming to an exciting conclusion during his leg and after handing the baton off he never stopped running straight to the changing room

:lol :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol HOLY SHIT!!! :lol :lol :lol :lol

 

[Neo_ZX]

My friends told me about this one but I know all of the poeple involved:

One day my friend was in a class where they were discussing the differences in the body of a man and a woman. Not sexually, just the way they are constructed. The class was mostly well behaved and professional except for my friends of course.
So one of the differences in our bodies is the center of gravity or something. Guys have more weight on their upper body so if they had their back to a wall, then bent to a near 80-90° position it would be almost impossible for them to lift certain objects. In this case it was a desk.
Two volunteers were chosen and they tried it. Guy goes first. He can't really lift it so then it's the girls turn. She must have thought that she would have to put every ounce of strength into it since the guy had so much trouble. So she lifted the desk as hard and fast as she could slamming it right into her face and making the biggest sound possible by smashing wood into a skull.
The whole class is in shock and totally silent while my friends are squirming and holding their stomachs trying not to laugh but you could hear them clearly through the silence.

As for me, I've never had too many horribly scarring moments but I have a tendancy to not be very formal when interrupting people. There's this really nice art teacher that's really cool. He lets people walk into his class to chat as long as they're not interrupting work. I didn't have his class but I needed something from my friend's car so I had his keys and was gonna return them to him in that art class. Now my friends in this class weren't exactly the most popular people with teachers so I wait at the door and it's totally quiet. I figure it's safe to walk in so I go ahead and say "Here's the keys man, thanks!" So the teacher loses it briefly and angrily yells to me "HEY! I'm in the middle of a class here!" I had never seen him like this so I was in total shock and said... "oh... sorry..." and I just kept walking but I felt the stares burning my back on the way out.

In 6th grade there was a huge class of about 50 people or so. There was one big room but the class was divided in half with two teachers to take care of each half. It was my first day and I wasn't paying attention when they called out the names of people in each class. So I figured I'd just go to my friend's class since it was a 50/50 thing anyways even though I had a strong feeling that I was part of the other class. So about a month or so passes by and we start doing French class in another room while the other half stayed for another subject. I found out there that I've been going to the wrong class for the entire time and had to walk back in shame to explain it all.

Nothing terribly exciting but if there's ever a thread called "The most assholish things you've done in high school" then I'll chime in with better stories.

 

[rastex]

Fowler, OMG I have tears in my eyes. :lol :lol :lol

 

[Blackie]

Fowler: You would have gotten more cheers if you were mentally deficient.

The same occurance happened during a trackmeet I was attending a couple of years ago, where one team had a really shitty relay team and finished way after everyone else. Everyone was really quiet when the guy started out super late but as he got to the last 100 meters everyone realized he was a "special" runner, so everyone started up these loud encouragement cheers for the guy. It was...inspiring. Or not.

 

[MIMIC]

I've been fortunate enough to avoid major incidents of embarrassments in school.

The worse that's ever happened to me was once in 2nd grade when I had a chair pulled from under me as I was about to sit down (everybody participated in this game, so mine was inevitable :lol) and the basketball-to-face incident during a basketball game (when I wasn't paying attention).

 

[nitewulf]

Another funny story In grade 7 we were doing some fractions problem and i was not paying attention, the Teacher asked me the answer to the problem i said " I DONT KNOW"
he gets angry and says "IDONT KNOW? WHAT IS I DONT KNOW CAN YOU PUT THAT INTO FRACTION?" Now everyone was looking at me so i HAD to be a smart ass and replied "YES" the Teacher Smirks and tells me to do it on the board or I have dentention.
Well I go up to the board and thinking im fucked i thought i should just apologize ofr something..but then i get an idea i go on to write on the board "I Dont/Know"
My idiot friend's laugh and the teacher just Sigh's and puts his head down and tells me to go sit down. I get home that day my dad calls me and asks me "what are you an Idiot?" My teacher had called him and told him the whole story, I had detention the whole week.

:lol :lol :lol :lol :lol

 

[Fowler]

Fowler: You would have gotten more cheers if you were mentally deficient.

The same occurance happened during a trackmeet I was attending a couple of years ago, where one team had a really shitty relay team and finished way after everyone else. Everyone was really quiet when the guy started out super late but as he got to the last 100 meters everyone realized he was a "special" runner, so everyone started up these loud encouragement cheers for the guy. It was...inspiring. Or not.

Well, it's happened before in my school too. There's usually one 4x100 relay team in the top tier that doesn't have enough runners and needs to throw some fat guy in just to make up the numbers. They usually get various cheers of encouragement.

The difference, I suppose, is that they just ran without making a complete tit of themselves.