Weird school experiences I never told anyone

This is a blog about all my odd experiences from school, ranging from elementary to highschool. I'll probably add onto this if I remember any more anecdotes.

Elementary

1. This one is a little sad. One day, during lunch recess, my friend Nat and I were going to hangout with our other good friend, but when we walked up to her, she ran away from us. In our 4th grade brains, we couldn't think of anything we could've done wrong. It clicked to me later on that said friend was avoiding us because she believed Nat was trying to replace her and I with her cousin. I didn't really see it, as cousins are supposed to be close with each other. Anyways, we tried talking to her, but she just kept avoiding us. I'll be real with you, it really hurt. Hell, I walked into class crying and had to stand out in the hall and explain to my teacher what happened. Maybe I was just a wimp idk. Funny enough, that girl would randomly follow my TikTok (which doesn't even have any traces of my actual self on there. At least, not after I wiped it clean).
2. 5th grade, art class. My friend (who we'll call Eve) and I were sitting next to each other; she would suddenly take her mechanical pencil and tried to stab me in the neck. Lucky, I was wearing a pair of earrings that stopped her pencil and I was reasonably mad at her. She tried making it up to me with a playdoe heart.
3. Another lunch recess story. Eve and I were the only ones there that day, out of our entire friend group. So we walked around, enjoying each other's company. It's totally normal and lighthearted. It was just us in that big, empty playing field when she suddenly put her hand on my waist and pulled me closer. I was left confused and slightly uncomfortable. I never brought this situation up with her or my other friends. (Yes, she did later tell me that she liked me)
4. I'm beginning to think 5th grade was a really weird year for me. We were learning our US states and were going to take a test on it. The teacher said for the person with the longest hair to get the test protectors. I always wore my hair up so I took my hair down to measure with the other girl at my table. This boy, this fucking boy, called me, and I fucking quote, "hot lady." I was uncomfortable with it, but brushed it off. He would later go on to tell me and that other girl's bra color and he tried crawling under the desks to get to me. This is was 5th grade, mind you, we're like 10 or 11. This was not normal.
5. In American school systems, we have this thing called "gifted." At least that's what it's called in my state. You take some test, and if you get a certain score on it, you're put into this special class with a handful of other "gifted" students. It really wasn't all that. The only interesting story I have from it was this show we went to. We had to build something that would solve a world problem (I chose the declining population of honeybees). The few days before the show, the gifted teacher told us to write on note cards and practice our lines. I winged that shit, man. My friend, on the other hand, didn't talk to anyone there. I guess that was a relatable™ moment, but I got second hand embarrassment from that. 

Middle school (entirely 8th grade, possibly my worst year ever)

I was pretty much a little alien going in. I was fresh out on digital school and had reverted back to having little social skills. The kids were terrifying. 

1. The ASL teacher apparently quit because she couldn't stand the kids anymore, so I was put into Spanish Exploration. The kids there were awful. Some girl literally drew NSFW and passed it around the class. The teacher was nice, but didn't really do much to discipline the kids. 
2. My math teacher was known for having meltdowns in the class. Some kids in other classes said she left to cry in the halls. In my class, she told us that we weren't going to make it and we were going to drop out of highschool. The kids were also rowdy and genuinely the worst of the worst. Can't blame her for feeling overwhelmed, but she really didn't have to say all that. 
3. In my science class, we were learning about adaptations and we had to create an animal with randomized adaptations given to us. The drawings were then given first, second or third place in the class. It was draw in first place. Radly enough, I was one of them. But one of the first place drawings wasn't even made by the student who turned it in. They payed another student to draw it. Downright shameful. 
4. We had mandatory PE for every year in middle school. It was easy in digital school (by that, I mean I used to fall asleep on the floor during that class). I didn't mind the PE class aside from the fact I didn't know how to open a locker and were forced to change our into uncomfortable uniforms. The teachers would literally ask you to pull up your hoodie to see if you're wearing the uniform shirt too. Said friend Eve also had a crush on one of the teachers. I wouldn't say she was known for her great taste in men. Also, some of the boys would say that one of the male teachers would do some ball playing during class, and was blatant about it too. 
5. My art class was also terrifying. They would literally vandalize the class room. These two girls took the glaze for our ceramics and painted the wall with that. One boy even punched a ceiling tile out. Though, my favorite part of that classes (besides making art) was the boy sitting in front of me. I couldn't tell if he was Hispanic, southeast Asian, or Pacific islander, but he was, without a shadow of a doubt, a pretty boy. I probably talked to him like 3 times. There was this whole joke within the class that this boy was buff and his friends tried peeping at the goods. This all started because he lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe dirty clay water off his face. I ended up getting flashed by his torso twice after his friends grabbed a hold of his shirt. He ended up moving away to FUCKING CALIFORNIA.
6. This was probably my most miserable year due to drama (I'll spare you the details). I had one friend in my English class, but she totally avoided me. It was Eve. She'd call me to sit with her and her friend, but Eve would never talk to me. Yeouch. But the end of the year was promising. The 8th grades went to some water park/mini golf place. I made some long lasting friends there and got dehydrated. We did laser tag together and I called myself Mr. Lightening Bolt (I was really into MGS in 8th grade).
7. My graduation felt so satisfying. I was to leave petty drama and awful students behind, and move forward. I crawled myself out of the lowest low of my little life. Call me Dante the way I went through that inferno. I almost cried when I was handed my certificate and I hugged some random girl afterwards. I wanted nothing more than to run off into the sunset, jump and freeze frame while some really banging 80's song played.