I did sooo many stupid things. Haha. :/
Most of them in my first year at school (age 12)
Grade 7-
Didn't know how to dress myself well. I looked like a freak.
Tried to go under someone who had their arm extended to the door handle. The rest of the entire doorway was crammed. He kicked me or something and the small of my back rammed right into the handle. I cried. That was the main bullying thing for the rest of my time at that district. Extreme back pain for the rest of the year too.
A teacher who hadn't stayed at one school for more than a year tricked me into being his snitch. The rest of the class found out and wasn't happy. Tons and tons of threats that month.
Drew on a popular dude's shoes. I hated that guy and made a new enemy for the rest of my time at that district.
Asked out a girl who was widely known as *ahem* easy. 'Nuff said.
5 months after the back on the door incident, I was tripped by the same guy in the same hall. I cried again. .____.
Just saying, I haven't cried since then. I think falling hard on your arm is connected to your tear ducts somehow.
Grade 8-
Called my science teacher a *ahem* female dog. She stalked me and my other teachers after that. :/
Thought an iPod Shuffle (the long plastic kind) would be detected by the metal detectors, so I put it under a sandwich in my lunch box. Let's just say I should have just put it in my pocket. :/
Loudly repeated lines from (Ash in) BMNC's Pokemon parody with a friend during Algebra. That includes the voices. If you've heard Ash on that parody, you'll understand why that was stupid.
It was a free day, btw.
After the Algebra EOI, my teacher got the class some Mexican food from a restaurant near her house. We had that for lunch and went outside for the rest of that class period. I got a stick and whacked a tree that was hanging over someone's fence with it. Everyone stood around me in a circle and was like this: O-o"
Freshman Year-
Told a whole lot of personal stuff to the *easy* girl from 7th grade. She cannot keep a secret. :/
I was flirting with this cute girl in Geography when my enemy (also from 7th) loudly brought up the whole crying and falling thing. He conveniently left out the part that it was 7th grade and I was a n00b. No chance with her.
Missed some things that a friend said after slipping a fake love note into someone's locker. I told the victim and was de-friended for awhile.
Went out with the same friend, told 2 other friends about it (no one else). The next day, the entire school knew. Random seniors I didn't know would walk up to me and be like "you the dude going out with that *name* chick?" .___."
In the last week of school we got grade checks in French that we didn't need. The same friend from the last two crumpled up hers and stuffed it down my shirt. I was like "hey good idea" and crumpled up mine and stuffed it down my shirt. I had them aligned on my chest just right so it looked like... well, you can imagine. My long hair didn't help either. AT lunch that day a senior ran up to me, grabbed the paper on my chest, and ran off giggling. That was weird.
One day, the cafeteria was almost completely full at lunch for some reason. Usually it's sorta empty.
So I grab my English (or was it Biology) book, stand up on the seat, and slam the book down on the table. Every single person in the cafeteria turns and looks at me. I sit down. That was the awesomest moment of freshman year. >:O
I got into another fight with my friend from a couple of others. She destroyed a drawing I made. I was mad because I worked hard on it and she stole it and destroyed it. I went into my 7th class as usual. I walked over to a table, put down my stuff and grab a chair. Then I picked it up and threw it on the floor screaming f**k. I don't know why I said that when there are other, better words for that situation. Oh well.
My brain wasn't working at the time. Anyways, my classmates freak out and ask if I'm OK. I say yep. Then I pick up the chair, set it by the table and sit down. The teacher didn't notice. He doesn't care about what the students do as long as it doesn't directly affect him.
One time in January (of this year), I woke up to get ready for school and I felt really sick. I tried to convince my parents to let me stay home because I felt like I was going to throw up. I was forced to go to the bus stop anyway. It was like 20 degrees (F) or something. Really cold. I had my coat pulled up over my mouth. I stand in the driveway of the house that is the bus stop. I think it was right after winter break because of all the snow. I feel the barf coming, so I pull down the coat from over my mouth and puke in a pile of snow in front of the house. The puke was pink. I'm not kidding. Bubble gum pink. I've never felt so good in the morning as I did after I barfed on those people's driveway.
It was at the bus stop, so it counts as school. >:]