The Weird Kid In Class
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
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What was his name..?
I forget. It'll come to me I'm sure. It was more the stuff he did that I remember...
10 years old, shat himself in class. Quizzed about this years later, he says he "did a fart that felt a bit wet" but thought little of it until break, when he found that he'd "plopped his kecks". Naturally, he took off his shitty pants and hid them in his desk. By summer, the shit-stench was quite bad.
Coloured everything in in his exercise books with a variety of highlighter pens. So much was highlighted that any sections not coloured in stood out more.
Suddenly went bald in clumps.
In a private study lesson he abruptly shouted out "Fucking scooter!" in a weirdly high-pitched shriek - the local accent he had (strongly) made it sound like "Ferkin Shcootie!"
Why? What scooter? Why did it upset him so? We will never know.
Admittedly, this became a sort of sixth form catch-phrase: faint cries of "Ferkin Shcootie!" haunt me to this day - but still - strange chap.
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 11:34, Reply)
I forget. It'll come to me I'm sure. It was more the stuff he did that I remember...
10 years old, shat himself in class. Quizzed about this years later, he says he "did a fart that felt a bit wet" but thought little of it until break, when he found that he'd "plopped his kecks". Naturally, he took off his shitty pants and hid them in his desk. By summer, the shit-stench was quite bad.
Coloured everything in in his exercise books with a variety of highlighter pens. So much was highlighted that any sections not coloured in stood out more.
Suddenly went bald in clumps.
In a private study lesson he abruptly shouted out "Fucking scooter!" in a weirdly high-pitched shriek - the local accent he had (strongly) made it sound like "Ferkin Shcootie!"
Why? What scooter? Why did it upset him so? We will never know.
Admittedly, this became a sort of sixth form catch-phrase: faint cries of "Ferkin Shcootie!" haunt me to this day - but still - strange chap.
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 11:34, Reply)
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