The Weird Kid In Class
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
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Odd kid
My own mother called me odd kid.
I refused to be left at first school so they let my mum sit in the car outside and I sat at the window. For years. Freak....
I wanted to wear trousers but the school said I had to wear a skirt. I wore both. Most of the time. As if early 80s fashions weren't bad enough.
I then developed a nervous vomiting problem where if anyone/anything scared me slightly I would instantly spill my stomach contents. This obviously made me very popular and a great person to startle. So I ended up visiting a child psychiatrist.
I was also ginger (and still am, but I wear it with attitude these days)
I made the mistake of getting free place at a posh public school where I was the poor kid as well as the odd kid.
It was only when I got to university that I actually had like, proper friends!
I'm quite normal now, well, mostly.
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 19:15, Reply)
My own mother called me odd kid.
I refused to be left at first school so they let my mum sit in the car outside and I sat at the window. For years. Freak....
I wanted to wear trousers but the school said I had to wear a skirt. I wore both. Most of the time. As if early 80s fashions weren't bad enough.
I then developed a nervous vomiting problem where if anyone/anything scared me slightly I would instantly spill my stomach contents. This obviously made me very popular and a great person to startle. So I ended up visiting a child psychiatrist.
I was also ginger (and still am, but I wear it with attitude these days)
I made the mistake of getting free place at a posh public school where I was the poor kid as well as the odd kid.
It was only when I got to university that I actually had like, proper friends!
I'm quite normal now, well, mostly.
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 19:15, Reply)
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