I was the weird kid.
This QOTW is bringing back a hell of a lot of painful memories for me.

Fortunately I was not the only weird kid. I recall a girl named Gretchen who particularly liked the taste of the yellow snow. Another kid took great delight in bringing a lighter to Chemistry class and turning on a gas jet (for the bunsen burners) and igniting it, making a three foot flame.

But above all there was a kid whose last name was Ninos who was in my sixth grade class. God only knows what developmental disorders he had, but he was twice as big as the rest of us, prone to sudden bursts of petty violence and meanness, and at random intervals would tilt his head back, half close his eyes, make a strange swirling motion with his hands and loudly whisper something that sounded like "Tohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

One day we were rearranging the classroom and Ninos decided it was funny to get on every piece of furniture being moved. Finally one kid could stand it no more and blurted out, "Ninos, you penis!" (It rhymed, btw.) Cue Ninos springing to his feet with an inarticulate howl and lunging at the kid with murderous intent, the two of them making three laps around the room, then the kid sprinting down the hallway with Ninos in hot pursuit belming at the top of his lungs. Apparently the kid was smart enough to run into the principal's office, and was returned to class unscathed (other than hot and sweating), while Ninos vanished never to be heard from again.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 21 Jan 2007, 10:54, Reply)