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At a overnight lock in at a church I didn't even go to (went with a friend who did), when a kid dove into the massive pile of coats jokingly I beaned him in the head with a c or d battery. They didn't find out I did it even after he went home crying. I didn't even know him. 
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Grendelbiter posted:
This may have been a dick move but this sounds pretty awesome. The Worst Muslim posted:When I was in early High School, a teacher of mine was pregnant. I was also heavily into the Cyanide and Happiness webcomic. My attempt at humour was not well received. Wait a second. You didn't actually punch her did you?
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 04:55 |
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I taped a letter to the door of one of my previous math teachers' door on the first day of school that called him a pedophile and a lovely teacher. To my credit, he was both of those. He'd situate himself behind my female peers so that he could "Hug" them when he wrote on their papers and wouldn't get caught staring down their cleavage. In the lovely teaching department, he once gave me half-credit on a large test because of "poor formatting". All of my answers were right, he just didn't like that I put carrots in my work to remember where the exponents are. (Ex. 4x^2). I left the carrots out of my final answers, by the way. Also, he would basically tell us boys to "read the book and figure it out" if we had a question. I got two weeks' On Campus Suspension for it, which ended up being the best two weeks of highschool ever. Who knew that the two security guards watching me would be washed-up comedians? Edit: Grammar
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 05:12 |
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I had to change schools after second grade because I was bullied and occasionally beaten up. That's what I thought at least, it turns out it was actually due to my older sister and the quality of education but I was really pumped not to have to face that anymore. Fast forward to 5th grade at the new school. We got a new student in my small class, and everyone picked on him day in and day out. One day for shits and gigs I told everyone to watch for him as school got out. I waited for him and threw up onto his torso, a little trick I could do as a loving weird kid myself. Worst part is, I didn't see that his mother was right around the corner. Everyone laughed and cheered at what I had done, as he ran to her crying. "Do you see what they do to me?" he wailed pathetically over and over. I humiliated him in front of the whole school and his mother. I can still hear his voice clearly. I spent another 2 years with the guy, never looking him in the eye or being mean to him, although I don't apologize or step up to stop the abuse he gets daily from the others. I don't remember there being any consequences for my action, besides of course horrible lifelong shame. In high school there was a fat girl who made it onto the cheerleader squad. She was weird looking and obnoxious. I knew her a little bit through the band kids that I used to hang out with in previous years. The whole school kind of laughed at her but I was jealous of her courage, to pursue her cheerleading ambitions despite her physical shortcomings. I walk into chemistry class pissed off for some forgettable reason. I see her sitting in the back of the classroom with a balloon with ribbons and her name on it. Her cheerleader pals had obligatorily made it for her because it was her birthday, like how they put some stupid poster with glitter on every member of the girls volleyball team on all of their birthdays. I walked over to her, grabbed the balloon and held it under one arm firmly, and punched it with my other hand. I wasn't expecting the balloon to pop with this technique but it did. I thought she would be pissed and yell at me or something, but instead she looks at me stunned and starts crying. She tries to hide it. The rest of the class sees and all start laughing and began to physically applaud and cheer. She can't help herself and just sobs, and after a few seconds she jumps up and runs from the room. I am getting all these pats on the back. I don't really even realize what I've done, I think about it for a second. I popped a fat girl's balloon on her birthday. I sit down feeling hatred toward myself and the other students. Years later she contacts me on MySpace and is really nice. Thankfully I got my chance to make amends. I later find out she slept with another one of us who tormented her, I wonder if it was some kind of Stockholm type thing.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 05:16 |
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Boozel posted:I taped a letter to the door of one of my previous math teachers' door on the first day of school that called him a pedophile and a lovely teacher. This sounds like the plot to a future Seth Rogan film. When I was in third grade I pretended to hurt my wrist while getting my books out of my backpack. I hammed it up to the point of me wearing a brace for a week. It didn't hurt, not even a little, I just didn't want to go to school that day. My teacher and doctor must've known I was lying through my teeth. I still haven't told my parents that I was full of poo poo.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 05:20 |
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Sucked my older brother's dick for a Digimon.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 05:50 |
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In 6th grade, I remember me and another kid found out that the way to piss off a mentally-challenged kid was to just say "zebra" over and over again. Boy, that happened once, and even though I wrote a letter of apology to the guy, I still feel bad. Once, in like 3rd grade, me and a group of girls were given a pass to go get water from a drinking fountain. We went to a 2 person fountain, and I started drinking. After about 5 seconds, they started pushing me and saying, "hurry up". I simply stepped to the side to the other fountain, drank for 20 seconds, and then realized they were gone. I feel bad that I broke some protocol or something that I have no knowledge of. I should have let them go first. In 4th and 5th grade, me and a neighborhood kid named Willie were really into Beyblades. We bought a Beyblade Arena, took it to his house, and proceeded to kill several dozen garden snails. That was cruel. In 8th grade (probably), I remember getting lunch one day from the cafeteria, got ready to eat it, then had a friend of mine say, "Hey, I forgot lunch today. Coffee, do you think I could have a slice of that pizza?" I closed the box, passed it to him, stood up, got another lunch ticket out of my wallet, turned and walked to the cafeteria... right as they closed the doors. I was a good 10 feet away when they closed, and I felt like crap for not acting faster. Turns out, I could have gone in anyways. A few days later, I was called into the principal's office for some reason or other and had the principal flat-out say, "What was up with your lunch the other day? You were walking to the cafeteria but the doors closed." I explained it and she told me that it was still "open", just not needing a line. I still feel like poo poo because I skipped lunch on a day I was especially hungry for no real reason. Probably the most recent one was when I was a senior in high school, I flat-out told a girl who wasn't even talking to me, "gently caress you" after she started gushing, literally holding up this guy on a pedestal, for getting his braces removed after 3 "especially long" years (for reference, I had my braces on for 10 or 11 years at that point because my orthodontist was a money-grubbing fuckface). In my defense, it was backstage during a show and she was talking to an actor literally while he was waiting for his cue in the music to show up, and I couldn't think of any other way to just get her to shut up for the whole 5 minutes until intermission. Still, I could have been a lot nicer. Oh, there was this one time in 8th grade when some guy was showing off fireworks on the school campus and bragging about how he could put out people's eyes from a distance. I told the counselor, they did a search of the guy's bookbag and locker and found the fireworks and suspended him for a week. I felt bad because he blamed it on a few other people in the class, mostly girls. I should have said something. 
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 06:01 |
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Most of you guys are being a little hard on yourselves. The fact that you can feel guilt is a great thing. When you're a kid, you don't really have any of those emotions under control. It's not your fault, guys. To contribute: When I moved across the country from Ohio at around 12-13, my best friend from Ohio told me she had been raped. She didn't say those words exactly, but basically the story was that her boyfriend had cornered her in a bathroom and forced himself on her. She didn't say yes or no, so she wondered if it was surprise sex. Anyways, she confided in a friend who spilled the whole story to the principal. Then everyone knew. She was taken off the sports medicine class and suspended. She was ostracized and ridiculed by the school. It just was so unfair, but I was way too young to know how to deal with something like that. I didn't have anything to tell her. I just wish I had done more. Another time in high school, one of my friends posted that she was going to kill herself on her blog on monday, and that if she went missing, we would know why. Well, none of us did anything about it. Again, I was way too immature to deal with something like that. I didn't know what to do so I assumed it was a bluff. I could have called her. I could have said something to her parents. But I didn't. On monday I got a call from one our mutual friends, asking me if I had seen Jill. Her mother had called her. Naturally, I started freaking out. Anyways, they found her in the back of the school puking and bashing her head into a fence. It turned out she had bought a quart of milk from the convenience store and downed it. She had a severe allergy to milk. Like a dash of milk in a cookie could kill her, sort of thing. She spent a few days in the psych ward and came back to school. She said that her doctor said it was a miracle she survived. It was a really close shave and I still feel a bit guilty about it. My blood runs cold when I think about how bad it could have been. I would have blamed myself for not doing anything.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 06:08 |
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Nothing interesting to contribute I'm afraid. If something comes to mind I'll edit. Even when I was very young my conscience wouldn't let me do anything to hurt other people. I'd always talk to the disabled and unpopular kids even though I loathed their company. It's good you guys feel guilt though. Means you're not a psychopath.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 06:25 |
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The first time I ever shoplifted was a camera case from a newly opened Wal Mart in my hometown. I figured it would fit my gameboy perfectly (and it did). With a great deal of slyness I stuffed it into my jacket and made my way to the registers; each step of the way twisted my stomach into knots. By the time I got to the front I felt about ready to vomit. I had tunnel vision and was dripping sweat. I've never been more uncomfortable in my entire life before or since and every time I get an unexpected adrenaline rush I get that same nauseated, nervous feeling. Literally every other time I shoplifted I was caught, but since I was successful the first time it took me a few failures before I realized it wasn't the right thing to do on a practical level. This was one of the formative events which for quite some time lead me to believe that those who can should just simply take what they want, which only didn't result in me murdering and robbing people due to lack of impetus. It's the decade and a half of selfish disregard for the wellbeing of others which I'm ashamed of... though considering the state of the world today my mindset may have simply been ahead of its time.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 07:32 |
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Wow, thinking about stuff to put in this thread has made me realize I was a pretty lovely kid. I'm taking a definition of kid as up to 18. I used to run away from primary school, in break I'd find a place to hide in the playground or carpark and wait for all the kids to go back to class, then I'd leave and walk home. I told everyone I knew that my elderly neighbour was definitely a witch as I had seen her doing witch things I used to play hide and seek in shops when my mum wasn't looking, one minute I'd be next to her, the next I was hiding under a clothing rack, it wasn't just when shopping and on a few occasions the police were called to search for me on my longer hiding stretches. I played with my grandparents tortoise like it was a toy car, pushing it along the carpet and making engine noises, poor little bastard. In 2nd grade one of my friends suggested we beat up the 1st graders and we did for a while until some 5th grader girls stopped us. I stabbed a kid in the hand with a pencil, and then to stop him from telling the teacher I stabbed myself in the hand with the pencil (I still have the graphite tip under the skin). I told my mom that a teacher at school had hit me, when that was not true. Me and my friends used to sneak into a large bouncy castle building and trampoline place without paying. When I was 9 I didn't know how to smoke properly so I used to blow through cigarettes that friends had shared with me, this left them damp and unpleasant to smoke. I accidentally knocked a kid of his bike while we were racing, he landed on his face his parents took him to hospital and I didn't see him again for 5 months, when I did his face was very scarred and not even properly healed in some places. I once intervened in a game of cops and robbers by catching a robber, a kid a couple of years younger than me, when I wasn't officially part of the game, he kicked me in the shin and I kicked him really hard in the balls in return, he had to get medical help as there was very severe swelling and pain, I remember all the school staff being angry at me for a long time about that. A younger kid who was a neighbour demonstrated his new understanding of division by tearing my Sonic The Hedgehog game manual in half, I grabbed and squeezed his hand until he was crying and screaming. One of the smarter kids at school taught me how to program in BASIC on the school's acorn computer, but also how to modify the basic logic behind some of the software. I found the software that was supposed to help dyslexic children learn spelling and changed 75% of the words to rude things. At this point I didn't do too much and then turned 11, when I moved a long way to a new area where being something of an outcast and loner with a strange accent there wasn't much mischief for me to get up to for a while. In secondary school I basically did no homework, I think I could count on my fingers the number of times I ever handed in a piece of homework, I was also 15+ minutes late to school every day. As a result of this, I had detention every day of the week, I often had to explain to teachers who wanted to detain me after school that there was something of a waiting list for free slots, some days I would have 3 detentions one after the other, it didn't matter to me as I had few friends and I didn't live close enough to them to visit after school. Some days I didn't go to school, I'd just hang out in a field with wildlife and horses, though I wasn't truant very often, it mostly happened towards the later years of school. One of the other kids drew a small swastika in his German books, I saw the teacher tell him off and found it pretty funny, so I drew the biggest swastika I could on the front and back cover of mine, I never received any rebuke for this  In a break between lessons I disagreed with a guy about whether you actually had to break the glass in order to set off the fire alarm, to demonstrate that you could just push it, I pushed it and the schools fire alarm went off, I tried to explain to the first teacher I saw that it was an accident, however she couldn't hear what I was saying of the siren, and went looking for the trapped children she thought I was trying to tell her about. I was suspended from school for a while at this point and an educational psychologist spent some time interviewing me and performing an IQ test on me. At some point after my return a guy called me a fat idiot in a drama lesson, because we were on a stage we had to remove our shoes to avoid damage in the stage, I hit him over the head with his own shoes as the lesson was ending, I also hid his coat behind some of the props and stuff, a teacher made me return it to him later. There was a guy in our math/business class who was somewhat off, and his reactions to having his pencil case stolen were entertainment to everyone, I frequently would take it, and then the whole class would throw it around as he chased it. One day another kid stole it, and PencilCaseGuy flipped out jumped up and hit me in the neck, I was surprised by this and I stood up and pushed him over, when he got back to his feet I caught him with a right hook and knocked him down again, he lay on the floor and asked me extremely politely not to hit him again. We both returned to our seats and continued working, which blew the minds of everyone around us. On a lunch break a guy kept throwing things at me, small things like raisins and peanuts from his lunch, I told him not to, and then I warned him that I'd burn him if he kept doing it, he kept doing it so I pulled out a lighter and deodorant can and sprayed it at him, fortunately he wasn't too badly hurt by this. An older guy I knew got a car, I got some eggs, and together we went round throwing eggs at pedestrians. I was a pretty lovely kid. I think for each item here there's at least one thing I've forgotten, I really was a lovely kid.
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When I was about 4 I was sitting on one of those concrete pipes they have in playgrounds for kids to crawl through. I was kicking my legs back and fourth and a girl with downs syndrome crawled through the pipe. I knew she was there and she was annoying me so I kicked really hard, my heel got her mouth and I knocked out her teeth and broke her lip. I didnt get in trouble because everyone assumed it was an accident :/ Edit: If being a kid is defined as anything you did under the age of 18 well Ive done some pretty lovely things I tied a tampon to a girls bag in school I talked a special ed kid into sticking his finger in a power socket and turning it on. His finger wouldnt fit so I gave him a pen to use instead. An adult saw what he was doing and intervened. After a friend passed out drunk at a party I got her phone and sent messages to a guy that had been messaging her, coaxing him to send naked pictures of himself until he did and then I showed everyone at the party. Same girl threw up and then faceplanted in her own vomit. Instead of helping her I took pictures. I locked my math teacher out of the classroom on numerous occasions and harassed her until she had a breakdown and left the school. I stood up in class and yelled "Scientists have discovered the missing link!" and pointed at a particularly hairy girl in class. man...I really was a piece of poo poo kid 
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You know that piece of pop-psychology about how every serial killer started with animals, therefore everyone who hurts animals as a kid is a serial-killer-in-training? Threads like this make me wonder if they don't have it backwards, if torturing animals is relatively commonplace and that serial killers are the only ones that get asked about it  I'm nowhere near as bad as most of y'all, I was too big and easy-going to make an appealing target or pick on other kids, but I do regret a lot of stuff I did to my parents. My dad was really sensitive about the fact that we were poor and he was constantly changing jobs. As a kid I understood that grown-ups were really defensive about their incomes and their jobs, but I didn't "get" it because the way that I saw it they were all just trying their best and they took care of us and that was all that mattered. But one time my dad was yelling at me about something and I was really upset and wanted to hurt him, and he was working for a pest control company at the time, so I shouted something along the lines of "Well, at least I don't kill bugs for a living!" and his face just dropped out. If it was just me being insensitive I wouldn't feel as bad, but I intentionally said it because I knew it would hurt him even though I wasn't in any way ashamed or embarrassed of him.  My mother worked nights and slept during the day, during the school year it wasn't a big deal but during the summer that meant that I had to be quiet all day long or it would wake her up and she would be tired and grumpy when it came time to work. But no matter how hard I tried I would either get into a fight with my sisters or play the TV too loud and wake her up. She was always tired and mad and I feel terrible about making things so hard for her when she was just trying to help care for us and pay for our college. Granted, both my parents were pretty messed-up and abusive; mom would spank us with spatulas and when I woke her up one of her punishments was to lock me out of the house until she had gotten her sleep and my dad would chase us around the house and yell and scream and spank us, but it doesn't excuse me being lovely to them in return. Ironically enough I almost never felt bad about it when I was kid precisely because they were such disciplinarians: rather than think about what I had done or feel bad for misbehaving I would be angry at them with zero self-reflection involved.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 09:19 |
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I had a german schnauzer as a child named Harry. One day, when no one was looking, I gave him an entire slice of pizza. He smeared it all over the floor, and my dad yelled at him because of it. But it was my fault. Christ, I'll never forget his look of shame as he licked his pizza stained beard.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 09:22 |
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Shadowgate posted:But the worst thing I ever done — I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa — and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life. The only bad thing about this is that you didn't set up cameras, edit it together in slow-motion and then set it to classical music.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 09:23 |
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This isn't something I'm ashamed of as much as it is me being ashamed that I was once really close friends with someone who did something terrible. So, I had been friends with this other kid the same age as me since I was basically a toddler and we were practically brothers for many years. Then, about fourth grade, or so we kind of drifted apart as he started to hang out with a much rougher crowd of kids, e.g. assholes, douchebags, bullies, budding criminals, etc. The next year, there was a slightly annoying kid in the same grade but who was basically harmless and not a bad person at all, it was just that he could get a bit sanctimonious and pretentious once in a while. My ex-best friend and his group of douches decided that they loving hated this kid and figured they could single him out and torment him based on the fact that he was Jewish. On came everything from offensive antisemitic jokes said whenever he was in earshot to straight up bullying him specifically (wrecking his stuff, stealing from him, punching him when no adults were around, etc.) to Klansmen level antisemitic rhetoric (though there was a Black kid in the group of douches, so I guess their bigotry didn't extend to anti-Black racism), including how the Holocaust was a good idea (which they also thought was hilarious). The kid tried to tough it out (looking back, he was amazingly tough for how long he let it last without actually telling anyone), but eventually he told his mother, who complained to the school, which led to a huge clusterfuck. The entire grade had to watch several films and have a few assemblies about bullying, racism, antisemitism, etc. What was amazing, especially in retrospect, is how some of the other students actually blamed this kid for making us sit through boring stuff instead of having recess and fun times instead of blaming the group of uber-douches who were the worst kids the school had ever seen and basically sociopaths. I'm still a bit ashamed that I didn't do much of anything to help this kid who obviously needed it and that I ever once associated with one of his completely unrepentant tormenters.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 09:55 |
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Stole a kid's asthma inhaler and proceeded to empty its entire contents.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 09:59 |
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There were two kids about my age who lived on my block growing up. One of them was Pat, who I'm friends with to this day. I was bigger than he was as a little kid, so I was a horrible dick to him all the time even though we were friends. I would do things like take roughhousing too far and make him cry, or 'cheesecake' him (pinning him down and farting on his face). Not terribly harmful stuff, but I still feel lovely about it. Though I will never regret making jokes about the blonde crew cut mullet he had as a kid, because drat. The other kid was Josh. Josh's family was friends with mine, and I knew him as far back as I can remember. However, as we got older I began to notice that something was just off about Josh. His mother was a drug addict and used to get high while pregnant, so he lived with his aunt and uncle who were wonderful people. Josh was one of those kids who would lie pathologically about everything, and was quite slow and had a bit of a speech impediment. As we got older I began to avoid hanging out with him more and more, but he always seemed to think we were best friends. Eventually, all three of us ended up in middle school and we had the same bus stop. On the bus ride home one day, Josh decides he wants to start talking poo poo to Pat. Now Josh was always a small kid (likely thanks to his mom's drug use), and Pat was beginning to turn into the short, strong, burly dude his is today. Eventually Josh starts trying to pick a fight with Pat, in which he has no chance in hell. He then looks at me, saying that I'll fight Pat for him. I exchange a knowing look at Pat, and tell Josh not to worry, I had his back. As soon as we get off the bus Pat begins wailing on Josh, who doesn't even raise his hands to defend himself but just stood there calling my name. I simply stood there, telling him to hit back and defend himself. After a few punches Pat and I walked off and left Josh to walk home crying. I still feel conflicted about that. Josh was being a prick because he thought someone else would fight for him, and brought it on himself. But I shouldn't have lied to him and told him I'd fight his battle for him. I didn't really talk to Josh after that. A few years after I joined the military and moved away my mother sent me a news article talking about how he got thrown into prison after he unsuccessfully tried to pick up a girl from the elementary school playground just a block away from that bus stop. That was his second sex offence involving a minor. I feel terrible for his aunt and uncle.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 10:49 |
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There was a nerdy kid in my maths class who collected Warhammer 40K figurines when I was 14. I think he was from a poor family since he never really had many, treasured them and could never afford to actually paint them particularly well. One day, myself and two other boys stole his miniatures and when he found out during class and began freaking out, we whipped them out and smashed them on his desk. He cried and everyone laughed (including the teacher who also gave him poo poo and never punished us). I ended up making peace with him about 8 years later but never revealed the fact that I too collected 40K miniatures, liked comics, and all the other geeky crap I'd overheard him talking about, but was always ashamed of being lumped up into the same group as him. So yeah, I was basically that bully from Freaks and Geeks in high school.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 10:50 |
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When I was eleven, I punched a friend of mine (who I also had a crush on) in the face. To this day, I don't remember what prompted it, except for me being an angry kid with abuse going on at home. We were out in the hallway at school, working on a project, had some minor disagreement, and - pow - I socked him really hard. He cried, but he didn't even tell on me. He moved away shortly after, and I felt so bad that I never apologized to him. I did manage to track him down on Facebook not long ago, and he said he didn't remember me. I really hope that's the truth.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:01 |
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Cowslips Warren posted:Yes, it was grade school, we had some lovely stupid graduation ceremony too that lasted 4 hours. I don't even think the high school one took that long. Yeah I apologize Cowslips, my tone was pretty bad. I got carried away being appalled at his behavior and put it on you. Sorry.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:11 |
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I had forgotten, but I used to shoplift as well. I had a friend who did it all the time, so I started to as well. We'd steal jewelry from the dollar store and candy from the nearby department store (Zellers). I eventually got caught, but she wasn't there at the time. I was banned from the store and grounded for a month which with my parents meant I wasn't allowed to do anything. No playing, no reading, no watching TV. From the time I got home until the time I went to bed, I wasn't allowed to do anything but sit there in silence. After 2 weeks I basically lost my mind. That friend was a seriously bad influence on me, thinking back on it. She got me to try smoking, she showed me how to shoplift, we'd periodically just disappear for hours at a time without telling anyone. The worst I think was one day after school when we were 12, there were these two high school guys (probably 16 or 17) hanging out near the store we walked by to get home. I can't remember how it started, but we ended up hanging out and talking to them for hours, walking around the neighbourhood, going to the park right next to the woods. They thought we were so funny and cool! They asked us if we wanted to go hang out at their house, but the sun was starting to set and I figured my mom would be mad that I never came home after school, so I said I should go home. My friend tried to get me to stay because she wanted to hang out with these guys, but I said I needed to go, so she came with me. My mom was in tears when I got home because I'd basically been missing for 4 hours at that point. I'm ashamed that I freaked my mom out, and I'm ashamed of myself for being so loving stupid for not thinking for two goddamn seconds about why some teenage boys would want to hang out with some 12 year old girls.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:19 |
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When I was a kid, I abused the dog I got for my tenth birthday. It was wrong of me to do it, and I still feel haunted by the way I treated that dog sometimes. He was a rescue mutt, which makes it all the worse. My current dog looks a lot like him but bigger, and I think I selected that on purpose. I can't look in his big yellow face without being reminded and wanting to cry. I spoil him rotten and love him so much, treat him with the gentlest of kid gloves. As much as is possible with 100+ pound dog, anyway. I guess I am trying to compensate for the evil I did.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:20 |
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I was playing at a friend's house and was told she'd lost a tooth earlier that day. The tooth was sitting in a bowl on the kitchen table. I stole it, took it home and left it out for the tooth fairy. And that's how I learned that the tooth fairy didn't exist My friend's family must've known I took it, I sometimes wonder if they told my parents. Nobody ever mentioned it Oh, and I was a total dick to my best friend for years for no good reason. I made her cry a lot. After I went to secondary school, I rapidly became incredibly unpopular due to being a nerdy kid with a peculiar personality. I think I may have subconsciously encouraged the general dislike of me as a form of self-flagellation. I found her on Facebook recently, I'm pondering whether or not to open up old wounds by apologising after 15 years of no contact
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:32 |
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FreudianSlippers posted:The only bad thing about this is that you didn't set up cameras, edit it together in slow-motion and then set it to classical music. Its from a movie.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:32 |
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First, I am ashamed of what I didn't do. There was a very fat boy who looked something like a toad and a turtle combined. He always got bullied and/or ignored, but at one point one kid really gave it to him pulling his pants down so he fell down slapping him and taunting him. I did nothing but watch on disinterestedly. When I was like six I peed on the carpet at night. No idea why I decided to do that. When I was in fourth grade I ate a bite size butterfingers that someone had apparently put down their pants. In high-school we threw apples at passing cars at nighttime. So many more...
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:34 |
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My parents gave me a little black kitten when I was 4. They went out and left me with it, and not realizing it was a living thing, I nearly drowned it trying to give it a bath.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:35 |
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Combo posted:Its from a movie. That may well be but it's a beautiful lie and I choose to believe that somewhere, someone has caused a massive public chain reaction of vomit.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:44 |
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In 4th grade one of my friends, Phil, was wearing a shirt than had a big number 1 on the front of it. It looked like a nice quality shirt, better than the plain 100% cotton t shirts most kids wore during that time. Well, during recess, Phil, a handful of other friends, and I were playing on the jungle gym and I notice my friend Phil's shirt. Without thinking I yell, "Number 1? More like number ONE HUNDRED!" The smiling face of a child having a grand time with his friends during recess, slowly turned into a mixture of sadness and disbelief of the words that came out of his good friend's mouth. I never saw him wear his nice number 1 shirt ever again. I'm sorry Phil.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:45 |
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-Stealing haunts me to this day. I used to steal bills from my dad all the time, and he absolutely trusted me when I said it wasn't me. To this day I wish I could be honest and just tell him the truth, but I don't know how he'd take it. I wish badly I had an extra $1k that I could just hand him, and say "I took this from you". -I also stole a one hundred dollar bill from my grandmother. She's since passed away. She would NEVER in a million years think it was me, and she favored me as her favorite grandchild. So this has especially weighed me down. -Like a lot of people I had issues with bullying. I was BADLY bullied in the eighth grade, to the point that I genuinely wanted to die. Everyday I woke up I considered hurting myself to get out of school. I also considered bringing a gun to school on several occasions. This was a long time before Columbine happened. Thank God I never followed up on that. This was a school full of middle-class white kids who thought they were as inner-city black as you can imagine. To give you a hint as to how bad it was, on my very first day at this school a guy walked up and busted my face open just for the fun of it. Mind you I was small at that age, like barely five-foot (funny how people stopped bullying me once I was six-foot and about two-fifty). I can honestly rate that as my absolute best day at that school. But what bothers me more than anything is that I absolutely NEVER stood up for myself because I was so drat afraid. I wish I could Quantum Leap back in time to myself back then, because I feel certain that regardless of how small I was if I'd of told those pricks off it would have been a relief whether they beat me up or not.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:55 |
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When I s younger I tended to do a lot of embarrassing things. One example of this happened during a road trip to the grand canyon with my family when I was about 9-10. Well I had been confined to the last row of seats in the family ford wind star and was really bored (this is when I do dumb things). Anyways I'm terrible at posting so to make a long story short, at one point my brother or sister looked behind them and saw that I had taken my shirt off, shoved fake fisihing bait (minnows I think) in my ears and nose, and used the chocolate spread nutella to make giant rings around my nipples. My mother promptly took a picture of this and will break it out anytime bring home a gf.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 14:57 |
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Whimsicalfuckery posted:My parents gave me a little black kitten when I was 4. They went out and left me with it, and not realizing it was a living thing, I nearly drowned it trying to give it a bath. They left you alone?
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 15:00 |
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About 95 or 96 I used to troll homosexuals in chatrooms. Also people who didn't share my religious views even though I wasn't particularly big on practicing them. So as a teenager I was an internet troll/bigot/hypocrite. Yup. Not proud of that.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 15:04 |
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There are some deeds I perpetrated against my brother which I'd love to post about but he would read them (he's a member) and I believe he still doesn't know. An old woman lived next door to us, she was probably 80. My brother had a wooden crocodile he'd been given by an African friend. We carved "the witch doctor has cursed you - you will die within the year" on it and threw it into her garden. She found it, talked to us, and we successfully blamed the kids on the other side from her.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 15:05 |
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When I was eight, my sister had one of those fake graduations from kindergarten. Afterwards, to celebrate, my parents took us out to the movies, and she got to decide which movie we saw. She really wanted to see Casper, but I talked her into seeing Batman Forever.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 15:35 |
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TokenTrevor posted:I threw an acid tablet, looked like a Tylenol pill but it was hydrochloric acid, it was a science class thing, on a kid's shoulder and held it on there, while wearing gloves, to make sure it burned during high school. The kid had been insulting this girl I kinda liked for 3 entire years and I guess I finally just had enough of it. Dude still has crazy marks on his shoulder, Sorry David! It's not THAT bad. A friend of mine dipped a paperclip in hydrochloric acid and held it to my knee. He held it and asked, "Does it burn?" as I clinched my teeth and grunted out "Nooo?" then dumped water on it about 3 seconds after. When he pulled the paperclip off, the side of my knee was bleeding. I still have a little scar and while it burned like gently caress, the time I stepped on a hot piece of charcoal was far worse. Still, if I had to have it on my skin for more than 10 seconds, I probably would have been screaming.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 15:55 |
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What the gently caress. I've done some stupid poo poo in my day, but I'd like to think I never permanently scarred someone just for fun.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 16:04 |
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Liar posted:
It's worth noting as a white guy that went to a predominately black public school in the city that black on white kid bullying is pretty sparse. The worst I got was some name calling, and one time some random dude pulled out some of my hair from behind when the lunch room was clearing out When I hear from my dad how often people would beat the poo poo out of each other when he went to that same school (40 year previous and when it was all poor white kids) it freaks me out.
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| # ? Aug 28, 2012 16:20 |
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I was talking to a friend's dad and he told me this story of regret from of his youth. Him and his buddies would apparently pile up in the back of a pickup truck and go "coon brooming." The act was that all the guys in the back would have brooms and would drive by and "clean up the streets" of black people by hitting them with the bristles. The strangest part about this was this was in Canada. Kids are loving assholes.
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My little brother had an issue with wetting the bed. He also was a bit of a brat. At some point he did something that pissed me off so I snuck into his room and peed in the bed so he would get in trouble. I'm sorry bro, even though I don't know if you even got in trouble... and I find it kinda funny now. When I was a kid, we would get spanked with the belt when we did something wrong. We also had a dog, a wonderful golden retriever named Sadie who was the sweetest, gentlest animal. At some point something happened that made me very upset (I have no idea what now) so I took her leash and 'spanked' her with it. She didn't bite me or anything but ran and hid under the bed and I chased her and at some point I realized what I was doing and cried and cried. Don't spank your kids, it messes them up. I'm sorry Sadie, you were such a good dog. When I had my first job as a bagger at a grocery store, one day I saw some money on the ground. I picked up the folded up bill, it was a $100 bill. First one I ever had my hands on! I stuck that poo poo in my pocket and immediately left for my break to go and brag to a friend who worked in the shop next door. When I got back, I found out that a little old lady had dropped it, it was her grocery money, but she had already left the store. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to give it back, I justified to myself that she was already gone and the manager would just keep it. I'm so sorry, lady. I'm sorry. 
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