Bad transition to high school
I went to a rough junior high. It had a behavioural disorder program with kids who were criminally insane, psychotically violent, etc, and tried to integrate them into a normal classroom setting. That meant they'd stuff one of these nutjobs into my classroom. At least until they went berserk and sent someone to the hospital. And of course this was junior high so these guys were the epitome of cool.

There was one guy named Mike who stood out. He was one of the most popular kids in my class, because every so often he'd just lose it and attack someone. Girls loved it, don't know why. Once he threw a rock at my best friend's face point blank. He told the teacher he was aiming for a bird, but I remember the look in his face as he was throwing.

We all graduated and were sent to high school. It was a big school with 2000 students spread across three grades, so it was impossible for everyone to know everyone else. We were separated into different tiers according to our grade level, and I was put in the top class far away from the likes of Mike and the other Behavioural Disorder kids. This meant there was not one consensus across the entire grade about who were the cool kids and who were the losers. Suddenly I had more friends than I knew what to do with, all nerds like me, and Mike found himself friendless.

Next time I saw Mike was in my second year. He caught up to me outside the front doors and I could tell he was desperate to talk to anyone. Suddenly this was a lonely kid with no friends because his social skills may have been learned from A Clockwork Orange.

He picked up a cigarette butt off the cold ground, still smouldering, and had a puff on it. I pushed the door open to escape him, and he said "No, just kidding." Just kidding? You inhaled the thing. What part are you kidding about? Because you did it.

Anyway, that was probably the lowest I've seen a guy get.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 1:57, Reply)