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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This one kid...
...turned up to a Sociology lesson claiming he had broken his arm. Oddly enough, he had a bulge under his jacket where a broken arm would be in a sling, and an empty sleeve where a functioning arm should be. Fair enough, it seemed that the kid had broken his arm.
About halfway through the lesson it became obvious that he was having trouble writing and holding reference books open with only one functioning arm. In a fit of rage he stood up to the class and announced:-
"Fine! Let's get this over and done with then!"
He unbuttoned his jacket, and revealed that his arm wasn't broken at all, but rather he had his wrists handcuffed and was attempting to hide it by crossing one arm down the sleeve next to the other, obviously hindering the movement of his "free" arm as well.
Naturally the remainder of the class laughed, and he failed to live it down for the remainder of his time at that educational establishment.
You'll no doubt be unsurprised to find out that the kid was me. Some other students present that day would say I was the weird kid in class, but I beg to differ.
I think the weird kid was John, who handcuffed me just before my lesson and then buggered off with the key. I could have skipped class, but if I recall correctly it was the last one before an exam, so was kinda necessary, what with subtle hints about what was likely to be in the paper and stuff.
Bastard. *Shakes fist*
( , Sun 21 Jan 2007, 10:57, Reply)
...turned up to a Sociology lesson claiming he had broken his arm. Oddly enough, he had a bulge under his jacket where a broken arm would be in a sling, and an empty sleeve where a functioning arm should be. Fair enough, it seemed that the kid had broken his arm.
About halfway through the lesson it became obvious that he was having trouble writing and holding reference books open with only one functioning arm. In a fit of rage he stood up to the class and announced:-
"Fine! Let's get this over and done with then!"
He unbuttoned his jacket, and revealed that his arm wasn't broken at all, but rather he had his wrists handcuffed and was attempting to hide it by crossing one arm down the sleeve next to the other, obviously hindering the movement of his "free" arm as well.
Naturally the remainder of the class laughed, and he failed to live it down for the remainder of his time at that educational establishment.
You'll no doubt be unsurprised to find out that the kid was me. Some other students present that day would say I was the weird kid in class, but I beg to differ.
I think the weird kid was John, who handcuffed me just before my lesson and then buggered off with the key. I could have skipped class, but if I recall correctly it was the last one before an exam, so was kinda necessary, what with subtle hints about what was likely to be in the paper and stuff.
Bastard. *Shakes fist*
( , Sun 21 Jan 2007, 10:57, Reply)
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