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"Okay I feel your vibes, but you have to tell me what your favorite mafia is!"
dude I spend 9 hours at a high school 5 days a week you are going to get so sick of me
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everyone staring at 4
1: uh oh
2: uh oh
3: uh oh
1: uh oh
4: well shit
1: thats what fred says
ruh roh raggy
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Me and my friend, while doing a worksheet about the first colonies in a separate room from the main classroom: *talking about armpit hair for some unknown reason*
Teachers aid, from the other room: ”THE FIRST SETTLERS DID NOT HAVE ARMPITS, FOCUS ON YOUR WORK” 
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When we were about 12 one of my classmates tried to lick a frozen lamppost (it was winter) to see if his tongue would stick like it does in cartoons. Guess what - it did. He spent 30 minutes stuck to the pole until we finally found our teacher who poured hot tea on his tongue to melt it off the lamppost. Still one of the funniest moments of middle school ever
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"jfk isn't dead! he just has a headache :/"
the freshman across the hall said this while we were having lunch. whole room full of students immediately went silent & stared at these 14-year-olds and they didn't even notice
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Some Random Kid In My Class: How can I legally get away with murder?
My Criminology Teacher: Alright, listen up you little shits, technically encouraging murder could potentially make me an accomplice so you’re all going to forget we ever had this little talk, capiche?
The Class: Sure
My Criminology Teacher: *Pulls out a huge book from under his desk as well as a journal and then launches into a lengthy lecture about murder and the legal loopholes involved*
So yeah, I’m now officially afraid of him and 98% sure he’s killed someone at some point
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"You should be writing character traits but yes, Shrek wearing airpods would be funny."
(we were using a Padlet in our online English class)
dear god padlet was...an experience. never saw a response quite like shrek wearing airpods, but interesting nonetheless
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In my friends English class: “isn’t emo a type of bird?”
sooo true
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I'm so sorry this is going to be so long but this is my most prized high school story theres so much detail i had to skip over but basically
at my school the choir and band kids had a war that lasted for 3 years.
It started because the band director "borrowed" the ball of power from the choir director and never gave it back. Now, what is the ball of power? It's this toy ball thing that's made of a bunch of little sticks and joints so when you pull out on it it becomes a lot bigger, and the choir director used it to help visualize how loud we should be. It helped a lot, and so when the band stole it we were raging daily about our lack of the holy ball. So, thus began the raid.
Sophomores ran recon. The ball of power was located on the band director's desk- a stealth operation to recover it would be near impossible. We had to go for a full assault. A spy on the inside recorded as all of the seniors in choir barged into the band room. The band kids were shocked as our prized singer ran to the desk, and picked up the ball of power. "All hail the ball of power!" she declared.
"ALL HAIL!" echoed back the seniors. The band director didn't dare challenge them as they left with their prize. The spy circulated the video. It was beautiful.
But the war had just begun. A month later, a thief stole the ball of power. One of the tenors had betrayed the choir- the ball was passed off to one of the flutes. Our spy took it back. The ball was once again returned to it's rightful place and locked in a cabinet by the teachers, only to be taken out when necessary because a war is a distraction in the classroom or some bs idk
Eventually, the band gave us a peace offering. A gourd made into a maraca, and the band director's left shoe. We drew a face on the gourd, and declared it a sacred artifact. The shoe had to be returned, sadly.
Two kids who took it too far brawled in the cafeteria. The school then shut down the war as best they could. The final blow to morale came when the sacred gourd was dropped by some butterfingers guy named Calvin, and broken. Little beads from the inside of the gourd spilled on the ground as we realized, the war was over.
The choir won, but not in a blaze of glory, but instead in tears dropped over a shitty percussion intstrument. It was a hard return to civilian life.
But some of the people i met in that choir were genuinely some of the greatest people I've ever known. I dated one of them for a while, we all became super close because we genuinely worked together to do "strategy" and shit, it was a huge team effort for a huge joke. From what i know, the war is kind of a school legend now.
All hail the ball of power, baby.
"a war is a distraction in the classroom or some bs idk" and "The choir won, but not in a blaze of glory, but instead in tears dropped over a shitty percussion instrument" hahaha i'm pissing that's so funny
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guy in my class : fumbles with a phone cable and a plug
english teacher : what are you doing, trying to recharge yourself??
guy in my class, his phone in hand : no but I have to charge my phone
teacher : just. do whatever
did they try just turning themselves off and back on again?
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(in pe class): iS THIS A LESBIAN WITCH RITUAL // can we go the the balcony *proceeds to actually go to the balcony* // my friend: *throws shuttlecocks up to the place where they say bye bye and stay there forever* the teacher's face: **i no longer like you**
i wish my school had a cool ass balcony :( my university does so ig i'm winning now 😎
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There's this one really asshole kid in my class and my teacher always roasts him to DEATH: Mrs E: *wearing skeleton socks* Kid: *also wearing skeleton socks* Hey, your wearing my skeleton socks! Mrs E: [kids name]. . .I'd rather die of ebola than wear something of yours on purpose. You know what, you made me hate these socks *literally takes them off and wears shoes without socks* they're a disgrace to me, just like you.
not ebola 💀
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...oops
so uuuuuh kinda abandoned this account after saying I wouldn’t? Sorry guysssss, I have a bad habit of starting things and not finishing them, especially something like this while I’m working and attending a university. 
I think I’m gonna queue some submissions up (starting from the like oldest so if you see your submission from like a year ago... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oops)
aaaanywaayyyy...sorry again but happy halloween!!! (if you celebrate)
feel free to share what you’re being this year 👀 (my friends and I are doing Coraline and i’m Wybie)
ok byeeeeeee :)
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“We’re in French history class. The guillotine is an option.”
“Guys be respectful. The teacher took time and effort out of her day to do her job.”
“I have no problem poking a bear with a stick if the stick is sharp enough.”
These quotes are all from the same man
that job one is good wow and ah yes the guillotine, a classic
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“HEY THIS REMINDS ME OF A YAOI HENTAI I SAW”
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I've got a lot of quotes but here one of the top of my head "you wanna know what's better than platonic violence? Romantic violence. Welcome to man versus wild."
r-romantic violence wow…never heard of that one
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“you look like you would be afraid of the rat king in the celing”
me, to a teacher, who looked like a past teacher who was afraid of the rat king in the celing.
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rat king fearer (rkf), during a class riot (a normal occurrence): should i just retire
me: yes
(she is still teaching )
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a fucking madlad, on a table fixed to the floor: i am going to Free The Rat King And His Servants
rkf: no get off ur gonna get hurt
madlad: ok (gets off)
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the year after i graduated that school, my friend in their last year
me: [friends name] whats ur schedule
friend: (their schedule, including rkf the same period i had her)
me: ask rkf about the rat king
friend: ????
me: do it
later
me: did u ask her?
friend: she said “oh that thing. tell her i said hi”
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(ps: ms. peitzman, the kids of 6th period 2019-2020 still love u)
i wish i could’ve met the rat king 😔
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