High school stuff? When I was in high school, a friend said he saw poop in the middle of the intersection of a hallway and stairs. Considering it was also the intersection to the bathrooms, it wouldn't be hard to put it there. Here's the question, though: why? Another time, someone left their sweatpants in the urinal. My cousin found a bag of weed just left in a science class, pretended he never saw it, and never spoke about it ever again. I think there were a couple teenage moms taking class and bringing in their kids with. Some squirrels mated during math class leading to the teacher to close the shutters and birds constantly flew into the window of that math class. The class was overlooking a plaza? - I don't know the word for it - that connected one side of the building to another. Nothing large, kind of like a little square carved out inside of the school... Anyway, someone who had that class before said there was a bird who was snatched up and being eaten by a hawk.
A dude who was probably high as **** dropped a deuce in the men's restroom trash can and used the woman's restroom in my automotive class - apparently, that's a crime. That same dude drove in his car and my lab partner said it smelled like weed. Why? How stupid do you have to be? Lucky for him, the teacher was busy because of the 6 or 8 stations and didn't find out or got really fed up with him. Another guy from that class worked on his car a bit, asked the teacher about something that was wrong with his car, got that fixed by professionals, and then about a couple days or a week after he brought in his car, someone rammed into his car with a van or SUV in broad daylight. By "broad daylight", I don't mean someone texting and not paying attention hitting him, but driving forward and for some reason, swerving into his car while he was waiting in traffic. I watched as I waited in traffic in the parking lot. It was surreal and really depressing since it was a nice car, a Pontiac Grand Am 2000-something, he was learning to take care of.
Oh, and I cut a part of the tip my index finger off. I was using a X-acto knife to cut around some paper for an art project, cut off the right side of my finger, felt something wrong, and noticed part of the tip was gone and it was lying on the paper. Grabbed my finger, asked the teacher if he had band aids, nope, was directed to the glass and metals place, found one, put it on, started to bleed more, went to the nurse, and had it wrapped up. My finger is still missing a piece of flesh or "normal" skin since it's basically a callous acting as part of my finger. High school was weird.
Last story unrelated to high school: in middle school, this big kid got really angry, picked up one of the cashier carts, threw it, threw a trash can, and was escorted off. I still don't know why, but it was kind of hilarious to see someone hulk up.
! I don't know if I should be afraid of them, be afraid for them, join them OR JUST SAY THERE ****ING INSANE!
