Most memorable grade school incident

[mrortega]

Jr High........8th grade, Bill T pushed me when I went to dump my lunch stuff, I stumbled toward the trash can and grabbed the nearest thing to decelerate...........

Sara S's most fabulous sweater puppet (right side, D cup) I think my hand went totally numb, she gasped, and I froze.............then I let go

Grade school (3rd)................little jerk (bigger than me though) kept calling me names, I was the "new kid". Got him cornered in the classroom when we were first ones in and grabbed Mrs Black's big oak chair (it was big 'cause she was huge).

I had just swung it up and it was about over my head, I was gonna crush that idiot...........and from behind I heard Mrs Black yell my full name (even the middle one)...........I tightened up and the chair slammed short of my target.

Class came in, and I was escorted out. Door open....... man that fat lady could swing a paddle.

Had me stand by the stairs to lean back and take the hits' or go flying.

I took em, never even watered my eyes. My face was on fire though.

Nobody said a word, during my beating or after.

I tried to find that little SOB for a few recesses after that. If I'd have found him he'd have been toast.

So.......that's your story and you've stuck to it all these years???

 

[geronimojoe85]

I never got into much trouble in grade school, at least that I remember. But in high school I remember pocketing milk cartons with my troublemaking friends and sneaking up the stairway early. We opened the cartons and placed them on the rail over the stairs and waited. Sure enough the bell would ring and a stampede of students would flood the stairway. And wouldn't you know it, other kids would see the open cartons and seize the operatunity to push them over the edge and on to the herd of students on the stairs.

We thought it was funny, so we kept doing it like stupid kids do, and they cought on, like teachers and staff do. And they didn't think it was as funny as we did.

I remember telling the school resource officer that it was a "social experiment" because we didn't actually throw the milk down the stairs. That school resource officer became the Chief of Police and later Mayor of Hobart.

Talk about a bonehead move.

 

[mrortega]

There was another very significant happening in grade school when I was in the 7th grade. There was a terrible fire at Our Lady of The Angels elementary school in Chicago on December 1, 1958. 92 children and 3 nuns died.
Our Lady of the Angels School fire - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Our school, Sacred Heart, on the far west side of Evansville was an old 2 story building with very high ceilings, a large attic and wooden stair towers in front and back. The Evansville Fire Department started a program in the aftermath of the Chicago tragedy called Junior Fire Wardens. It was probably for all public and parochial schools in town but concentrated more on older buildings like ours.

The nuns at our school picked out a responsible boy from 6th, 7th and 8th grades. I still remember Kenny **** for 6th, me for 7th and Paul **** for 8th. We had a meeting with Mr. Percy Cartwright, the fire chief himself, and our principal, Sr. Jane. We were given nice shiny brass badges and instructed in our duties. We had to check weekly for flammable materials stacked in the stair wells, make sure the old soda acid fire extinguishers (the big brass canister types that you had to turn upside down to activate) had good hoses without obstructions and other potential threats. We three took our job very seriously and I guess the program continued for some years.

BTW, if you google up "our lady of the angels fire" a lot of stories will pop up. One is of pictures from that day. They are very hard to look at, especially the iconic one of the fire fighter carry a boy out of the building. That one in particular tore me up because I have a grandson a little older and another just slightly younger.

 

[geronimojoe85]

One thing I do remember from grade school was always having a Guns and Ammo or Soldier of Fortune magazine. And NOBODY THOUGHT ANYTHING ABOUT IT, until 7th grade when a couple idiots decided to shoot up columbine high school. I remember having my locker and book bag searched, among the things confiscated were my "military style bag" my CDs (Marilyn Manson, Metallica, ect.) any magazines that I had in there which included such troubling material such as Outdoor Life, my evil tactical trapper keeper that had REDRUM in sharpie on it, and the best of all my steel toe combat boots, which were a pair of nice redwings that happened to be black.

Fear does strange things to people.

 

[Walkersdlx]

I had a kid trip me during playtime. Then told the teacher and i got in trouble. Thats when i learned life isnt fair. So i kicked him on the playground later that day. All i had to do was sit in the class room after. I was like (is this jail time?).

 

[stephen87]

I've got a couple.

Third grade some kid crapped his pants and threw his underwear on a desk. Being kids, we naturally called him names. He decided to try to take us one by one, starting with me. He choked me in the hall and I bashed his head into the tile wall. My mom was proud of me, bought my lunch, a toy, coloring book, and crayons when I was suspended for 1/2 day. The other kid got 3 1/2 with 2 of those being in the hospital.

7th grade some friends and I were in Mr. Luxe's class and decided everytime he would use the projector, we would make shadow puppets. When he got tired of that and moved us, we decided we would throw the dictionaries out of the window onto the roof below us. It took about 3 months for him to figure out where they were going.

8th grade, a kid tripped me in the hall with a teacher watching us. When I pushed him in retaliation, I got 2 days ISS. Apparently, retaliating is frowned upon.

High school, we went on total lock down for an article posted in our paper titled "Mexican Slackoff Day, May 6." Needless to say when we walked out of class there were armed officers in the halls waiting for the kids.

 

[jblomenberg16]

I've got a couple.

Third grade some kid crapped his pants and threw his underwear on a desk. Being kids, we naturally called him names. He decided to try to take us one by one, starting with me. He choked me in the hall and I bashed his head into the tile wall. My mom was proud of me, bought my lunch, a toy, coloring book, and crayons when I was suspended for 1/2 day. The other kid got 3 1/2 with 2 of those being in the hospital.

7th grade some friends and I were in Mr. Luxe's class and decided everytime he would use the projector, we would make shadow puppets. When he got tired of that and moved us, we decided we would throw the dictionaries out of the window onto the roof below us. It took about 3 months for him to figure out where they were going.

8th grade, a kid tripped me in the hall with a teacher watching us. When I pushed him in retaliation, I got 2 days ISS. Apparently, retaliating is frowned upon.

High school, we went on total lock down for an article posted in our paper titled "Mexican Slackoff Day, May 6." Needless to say when we walked out of class there were armed officers in the halls waiting for the kids.

Same applies in football too...it is usually the second guy that gets the penalty.

 

[sharkey]

2nd grade, BAD stomach problems in class. Office called my mom and she was p***ed, took a long time getting there. Stomach came up, knew I was going to puke. Clamped my mouth shut and put my hand over it for good measure, tried to sign to secretary that I needed to go, NOW! Urgent muffled sounds, pointing to stomach, best I could do at that age.

She told me to open my mouth and tell her what I wanted to say.... so I did and my stomach spoke for itself.

I got to go to the restroom with no further questions asked.

When I got back to the office, my mother had finally shown up. I heard her coming up the stairs with her Rex Ryan mouth on, opining on how my faking it was inconveniencing her.

The expression on her face when she came upon the elderly janitor working on the impressive mess was MasterCard worthy.

 

[Hookeye]

So.......that's your story and you've stuck to it all these years???

Yes, I didn't see her, was about to crash n burn, and just reached for something.

I was shocked, she was shocked...........I was happy.................dunno if she was. Never said a word about it after, had classes together, sat right by me.

DIDN'T ask me if I wanted a repeat though

 

[Benny]

DIDN'T ask me if I wanted a repeat though

That sucks.

OK, my last one.

As I said earlier, my best friend's Dad was the HS VP...

After lunch, waiting for the bell I'm standing there with my buddies when some a-hole bumps into my shoulder as he walks by...I was always one to shrug something like that off, but I still couldn't help myself when I said, "excuse you, dick head." (I'm 99% positive he did it on purpose, so why wouldn't I say something?). Anyway, somehow this prick is mad at me for saying something to him for slamming into my should an not apologizing. Long story short, he swings at me, I double-leg takedown, take his back and choke him out (I knew exactly when he went out, but held on for a few extra seconds just because he was such a dick).

The teacher responsible for watching over the lunch room grabs us both (he was just regaining consciousness and had NO idea what just happened) and took us to the principal's office. He still has no idea what just happened and I just said, "keep your mouth shut, I'll do the talking and we'll be on our way. I'll let you know what happened later."

Mr. B called us into his office, starts laughing that I'm in there and asked what happened. I calmly explained to him that we were reenacting something that happened in WWF (I've never seen that **** in my life) the previous night and Mr. M thought we were fighting, so he brought us down here.

"Here's your admit boys, now get to class."

That is actually probably my favorite...I don't know why I just now thought about it.

 

[Tydeeh22]

Twas a bright, sunny day on a normal tuesday in the 3rd grade. wandering amongst the playground looking for friends and playing with the other kids. when the lightning of a cloud cut open the belly of a cloud and the downpour that ensued caused a massive rush to get everyone inside.

i followed everyone in suit and all the while in the rush, i had become disoriented. all of a sudden my world had gone black.

when the first gleams of light had hit my eyes it seemed as if the clouds had immediately dissipated. the intensity almost made my eyes hurt when i had come to realize i was on a stretcher. what in the world?

to this day i cannot remember the exact order of events, but somehow my face made contact with a brick wall on the way in, resulting in a broken nose, fractured jaw, and the days off school to boot.

 

[jsharmon7]

There was this one time that me and some friends heard about a dead body and we decided we would go see it. It was pretty far away so we told our parents we were going to camp at one of the other kids' house so they wouldn't suspect anything. It's kind of fuzzy at this point, but I remember that we came to this junkyard that had a really mean dog. We also had to cross this railroad bridge and of course the train came. We had to run as fast as we could and just barely made it across before the train killed us. I'm pretty sure at one point we were in some water and there were leeches, it was pretty gross. We finally did make it to the body, but some older kids came and there was almost a fight. My friend had apparently been smuggling a gun around and he pulled it out on them and they left us alone. Anyway, it was pretty crazy but it was a long time ago. One of my friends ended up marrying a famous model later in life, so that worked out for him.

 

[CTC B4Z]

2nd grade.... this colored kid wouldn't stop picking on my cousin... i slugged him in the face, he fell against the fence and got a knee to the side. when he was on the ground he got my knee to the back of his head, mouth in dirt. I said something like "leave him alone".... never an issue again

 

[MAJB Retired]

I had a kid trip me during playtime. Then told the teacher and i got in trouble. Thats when i learned life isnt fair. So i kicked him on the playground later that day. All i had to do was sit in the class room after. I was like (is this jail time?).

This is what should happen, not suspensions and jail time. The kid was probably better for it

 

[MAJB Retired]

Almost forgot, Senior Night Party. We were at an old abandoned house back inthe woods, reported to be haunted (Catholic school party place well off the road). Well, after about a 12 pack each, we decided we'd try to scare the crapout of the next group of kids coming later. So, we drove about half way to the main road and pull off into a concealed spot. When we saw the lights of a vehicle approaching we sprang our surprise on them just at the right moment.

Much to our surprise, we were hit with the high intensity beam from a State Police cruiser's spot light, and the sound system telling us to "stay where you are". The officers had a few questions, and asked if everybody was behaving and told us to make sure somebody who wasn't drinking drove us home.

Thank God, that was when 18 year olds could drink, or we would have all been in trouble. My buddy sitting on the hood of our "assault car" was pretty shook up, almost scared him sober. And he, was the only one who wasn't 18at the time. Much funnier looking back than it was then. By the way, my buddy's dad was a local cop, and the State boys and the locals talked all the time. Had my buddy worrying for a few days.

 

[Ted]

On the last day of school in Noblesville, a teacher cracked a gay joke at my expense. I responded with some appropriate commentary that impugned his sexuality as well.

He called me out the hall, where he proceeded to grab my throat, shoved me up against the lockers, and threatened me physically. I was pretty scared at the time, but picking on a kid half one's size isn't exactly a fair confrontation for the kid.

His last name Roessler. If I can find an old yearbook, I'll provide his first name.

I would love to go meet him and catch up.

 

[Dave Doehrman]

I'm sure we all had at least one incident in elementary school that sticks in our minds and is even talked about to this day at high school reunions.

Man, I really had to study on this one. I guess it was when me and Abe was in second grade and we wrestled for nigh on to two hours one day. Abe was so tuckered out that he said he wouldn't be able to go home and split logs for a new rail fence his daddy was puttin up. I think that's when he decided to study up to be a lawyer or politician.

At least Ol Abe was honest about that stuff.

 

[beararms1776]

Oh yeah! In 4th grade, I remember being blackmailed for lunch money and taking punches to the gut when I refused. The next period, being forced to kiss my teacher outside the hall with the door closed. Then the next period, getting my knuckles whacked by a teacher with a ruler for no apparent reason. Funny thing is, they must have all been family because they all had the same last name and all in the same school houses.
The great thing for them today is, I can forgive them all.

 

[SockMonkey]

I remember a few things. The biggest one was almost cracking my skull open. I had taken my favorite stuffed animal for show and tell. It was a white polar bear named Snowball (I still have him to this day). He was perfectly white, barely having ever gotten dirty. I was holding him and playing on the jungle gym, and showing my sister ( who was 3 years older) how well I could hang from my knees. Suddenly my knees gave way, and I fell on my head on the dirt. I'm lucky I didn't break my neck, or at the very least get a concussion. My sister walked me crying to the nurse. I was more upset about Snowball getting dirty than about hitting my head.

 

[miguel's sister]

One time, I hit the same dude square in the balls three times in one PE period playing dodge ball. Not my greatest athletic accomplishment by far, but the best one to share on an online gun forum.

Ouch. Mine's better.

So there I was, in the eighth grade of the Catholic school I attended (still recovering) passing a note about the science teacher I couldn't stand. I mean a bad note with lots of...language. So of course the note gets intercepted. By the science teacher, because that's just how my life rolls.

So dad had to go to the nunnery or whatever they call the nun home because the good sisters wanted to expel me from the school. Yes, expel me. The nuns were appalled, my 7th grade teacher just laughed and he helped to save the day. I didn't get expelled to the dismay of the nuns but I had to issue an apology in front of the class to the science teacher.

I think I got grounded for 3 months.

Not the worst thing I ever did but I don't think the statute of limitations has run out yet...