What are your middle school stories?
oh man my middle school was the kind of place where when i was in high school, i would say where i had gone, and people would immediately just sayĀ āiām so sorryā
shit that happened at my middle school:
6th grade math/science teacher who pretended he was teaching us health, but was actually just showing us every single Planet Earth documentary. that was basically his teaching style for the entire year, so i learned Nothing.
teeny tiny security guard who was a former hand model and who liked to wear pink jump suits with her name on the back. she was terrifying and wore clown shoes and like, this sounds fake but itās not. she was. really something. my father once described her asĀ the scariest woman heās ever met. she haunts my dreams, and we never interacted other than me passing by her in the halls.
this isnāt about like, teachers or people, but the facilities were so trash that in seventh grade, my lit/history class was in a portable, and the ceiling had a tendency to leak on peopleās desks when it rained. i live....... in a temperate rainforest. you can imagine how this was like. an issue.
one time a girl in my grade decided to see how long she could hold her breath so she passed out in front of the main office
my seventh grade science teacher was convinced that wearing a tiara made her taller. she also believed that we were all going to die in The Ā Big One (aka the giant earthquake thatās overdue in my area) and instilled a life-long fear of earthquakes in me. one time in that class we watched the gooniesĀ āfor scienceā. she was also like, pretty obsessed with flamingos and had them All Over her classroom, which was just a lot.
the other seventh grade science teacher was old and planning to retire, but was forced into early retirement by her students because my year was so terrible. there was fire involved, if my memory serves me.
teeny tiny math teacher known to be made of evil but also like, beloved by her students who absolutely hated me. had a vendetta against me and believed me to be doing wrong in all situations. she had an unnerving habit of walking around the classroom and banging table legs back into place using a hammer, in the middle of quiet work periods.
one time after a series of events involving how terrible my year was and a bunch of administrative changes, my entire grade was sat down and told that we were so horrible nobody wanted to be our vice principal (we had vice principals for each grade, and nobody wanted to be the person to deal with us) (we eventually got some dude but he was Not excited about it)
āboobsketballā was a common past-time during lunch that the boys at the next table over had a habit of playing. my friends and i were regularly the targets. have you ever picked cheez-its out of your bra? how about carrots? no? 0/10 would not recommend.
the grand finale of all of this is definitely the time during the eighth grade where some girls at my middle school were cyberbullying a girl who went to a local high school. the high school girlās mom showed up at my middle school, physically assaulted the girls who were bullying her daughter, punched my principal in the face, and made my lit teacher cry.
this is just like...... a tiny sample of the stuff that happened at my middle school, lmao.Ā
