I remember a few, but one in particular stands out.
In my first year of high school, aged 11, there was a boy called stephen, who had the incredibly irritating habit of thinking I was friends with him, when in actuality, I thought he was a toffee nosed wanker, due to his ridiculously posh accent (being well spoken in my school was a surefire way of getting your teeth kicked in). On top of which, he had been home schooled up until this point, which left him with a total and utter lack of social ability. Anyway, back to why he was weird.

I remember sitting in a music lesson, near the end of term, and word had got out he was to move to Spain with his family. As a leaving present, it was decided that we should get one of the girls to start feeling him up, and see what he did. Now, as you may have already gathered by the vague description of him I already gave, he came from a well to do background. His house was apparently fucking miles away from anywhere, so social contact with the opposite sex was literally non-existant until he came to high school.

We waited for the teacher to leave the room for a minute, as he was wont to do, and then Sam, this fat ugly girl with bad acne and a serious a-typical chav attitude problem, went and sat next to him and started to squeeze his thigh.

I remember the noise was very gradual. It started off as an odd sort of high pitched humming sound, before lowering into a more gutteral sort of rumbling sound, a sound akin to uncertainty, the kind of noise you make when you are unsure of something and afraid at the same time, before the floodgates opened and it degenerated into a loud violent squawking, as he bolted from his chair, screaming and crying, and ran out of the room, and down the corridor.

A few minutes later, he returned with the teacher, who was PISSED. I remember he called us "the dregs of society" which, although a good insult, was totally lost on us as we all looked around at each other wondering what the fuck a "dreg" was. After a couple of minutes of being shouted at by the teacher, and all of us adopting our solemn "we won't do it again, sir" faces, he came back into the classroom, with large red rings round his eyes, and sniffling.

It was then that we noticed. And this I'll never forget. From the back of the classroom, there was the sound of a chair scraping back, and then the frenzied scream of "LOOK! STEPHEN'S FUCKING PISSED HIS PANTS!!!"

I turned to see one of the lads at the back of the classroom stood up, pointing and gesticulating wildly, seemingly oblivious to the remonstrations handed down to us not more than 30 seconds previously.

Cue Stephen erupting in screams and tears again and running down the corridor, down the stairs, out across the playground and up the road towards town and off school property as we all crowded round the window to watch him go.

We never saw him again.
( PMGT -Bacon., Sat 20 Jan 2007, 21:58, Reply)