These unassuming individuals will make you question everything you thought you knew about the quiet ones. We’re talking about those heart-stopping moments when the ‘Quiet Kid’ breaks free from their shell and defies all expectations. From epic pranks that had the whole school buzzing, to ingenious feats that left teachers scratching their heads, these stories will have you on the edge of your seat, eagerly awaiting the next incredible revelation.
Freshman math class. There was a popular, annoying girl that would just complain about everything. Everyone just kinda agreed and dealt with her because she was hot. But the quiet kid in the class was fed up with her on one of the last few weeks of school. She came in complaining about how terrible her life was… her boyfriend broke up with her, she didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, overslept and skipped breakfast, her life was terrible, you get the point. The quiet kid said to her quietly of course “Literally no one here cares” and everyone went silent but then she said, “No, you don’t understand how awful my week has been.” Then the quiet kid said (I remember this word for word) “Yeah? Have you just been diagnosed with cancer for the 3rd time? Cuz I have. Is it worse than that?… wanna shut up now?” The whole class went dead silent.
Me and that kid actually became pretty good friends after that. Really nice kid. He beat cancer later that year for the third time!
6th-grade science class, the teacher was out of the room and we were f*cking around with hotplates.
While messing around one of my classmates burns his hand pretty badly on a hot plate and has to go to the nurse.
Right after he leaves the room, a quiet kid enters and casually says “Smells like burnt flesh in here” and just sits down like it was nothing.
Everyone turned and just stared at him.
In seventh grade, a new kid named Nick started school halfway through the year. He sat next to me in English class and didn’t say anything ever. One day, we were reading poems out loud and critiquing each other. One sorry fella read hs, and every line started with ‘if I was a bird.’
“If I was a bird, I’d live in a tree. If I was a bird, I’d fly to school. If I was a bird…”
A few people offered polite criticism. The teacher called on Nick for his opinion, and he said, “If I was a bird, I’d poop on all of you.”
He got kicked out of class and I still laugh every time I think about it. We became friends and he was actually a pretty nice guy, I think he just couldn’t resist making that joke.
Quiet kid in my theatre class, there for the crew-type jobs. Our teacher asks us questions daily, and the day’s question was “What’s your favorite Easter candy (or normal candy if you don’t celebrate)?”
One kid said chocolate bunnies and the teacher asked what they liked it filled with. Kids chimed in with stuff like, “Peanut Butter!” or “Marshmallow Cream!” But this girl just says “Organs.” In the most monotone voice imaginable.
In middle school, the quiet kid, Steven, had an arch-rival. Robbie. In class, Robbie always seemed to come out on top of their little scuffles, mostly because Steven couldn’t really formulate or execute a ‘burn’ or a ‘comeback’. He just rolled over and let Robbie get his insults in until the teacher stepped in. One day I was walking behind Robbie after that class and Steven quietly crept up behind him. Before Robbie could even turn around, he got as close as possible and said, “If I was to come into your house and kill you while you were sleeping, I doubt anyone would even notice…” then he disappeared into the darkness of the science hallway. I don’t remember the exact words, but that was pretty d*mn close. I was about 55% shocked, 30% laughing hysterically on the inside, and 15% terrified. Robbie never made fun of ol’ Stevie again.
We were having a class discussion or game or something, and needed to come up with hypothetical situations for some reason. This was 2013, so the band One Direction was extremely popular with some, and hated by others.
Teacher: “Name a place you’d never find One Direction.”
The class gets quiet for a split second the same moment quiet kid murmurs
“The Grammys.”
It was almost too perfect, made more perfect by the fact that it was obviously just supposed to be to himself. What a legend.
We had a kid at our high school who refused to speak for the entirety of our high school career, even if a teacher called on him. The day we graduated he spoke for the first time. His reasoning for his four years of silence was ‘just because I could.”
One day I cut in line at lunch in front of the quiet shy kid.
He’s all like, “Hey…”
I’m all like, “What are you gonna do about it?”
He’s all like, “I’m gonna sleep with your daughter.”
I’m all like, “I don’t have a daughter.”
He’s all like, “I can wait.”
I’m all like O_O
So this one kid, who barely ever said two words, one day, asks the teacher for the time (it was at some after-school thing and there was no clock). The teacher says the classic “time for you to get a watch”, which for some reason was funny to everyone else. The quiet kid doesn’t laugh. He looks the teacher dead in the eyes, and once everyone quieted down, he says “So are you gonna tell me the time, or what?” We were in like, 7th grade.
We sat in the classroom in I think 5th grade. My friend had done a PowerPoint presentation about Eminem, he talked about how he lived in a trailer as a young boy. And the quiet, straight A student stands up and says “Just like you.” and asks to use the toilet. No one understood anything of what just happened.
We live in northern Europe, it’s practically no one that lives in a trailer here. My friend didn’t.
This was when I was in my first semester of college two years ago. There was this girl who never said a word. The teacher would ask her questions, she would just not say a word. I can honestly never remember her even making a noise.
One day the teacher got upset, he felt like she was ignoring him and that she was being disrespectful so he, like an a**hole, said “Did no one teach you how to speak?”. She stood up, walked up to the whiteboard, grabbed his marker and wrote “I am mute, you foolish”.
Apparently, no one ever told the teacher that she had a disability.
But she was one bad*ss for taking his marker out of his hand and writing that lol.
I was best friends with the “quiet kid” in middle school. It wasn’t so much shocking as the stupidest thing I’ve heard him say. He got this thousand-yard stare all of a sudden and just said “I can’t remember what color my dog is”.
I was the quiet kid. I go to a private school, so there’s a fair share of spoiled, privileged kids. In any case, while most people are pretty nice there’s a LOT of complaining.
Anyways, I was in English class, which is one of my favorites, except that I don’t really have any friends in the class. I had trained myself to not say anything because when I did I was usually met with groans and a chorus of “reclaimingfebruary’s doing it again”. The teacher was a nice, young, pretty English major, who had also gone to a private school so she was used to well-behaved kids. To her delight, my class is that. The only negative quality about most of the students is, like I said, complaining about completely inane things.
Somewhat early in the year, when she was still under the impression that we were all well-behaved, uniform young men and women, during a quiz a random girl decided to start whining about analogies. Understand – this is the kind of class where talking during quizzes is socially acceptable because it’s understood that no one’s cheating, or dumb enough to cheat by straight up asking people the answer. I had gotten pretty sick of the complaining, so after she finished her rant about analogies, I pulled out an old line from Dave Barry, thus ruining my class’s state of grace forever.
“And that’s why I started doing heroin”.
At the time I thought that would be pretty hilarious, but instead, the class just stared at me and the shocked teacher couldn’t seem to find the words to say. No one in the class really knew me well, so they had no reason to believe I was joking.
For the rest of the year, no one complained about analogies.
There was a girl who went the entirety of middle school never speaking a word unless absolutely necessary. One day the class was being rowdy while the teacher was out of the room and in the raspiest, deepest voice ever yelled SHUT UP! We all shut up.
Not in school, but I teach middle-to-high school kids (13-17) how to umpire baseball games. There was one kid, 13 years old, who was very quiet, reserved and shy and I thought, “This is not the vocation for him.” A week later I swing by the field to evaluate him and see if I can help him with anything. I arrived about 5 minutes after the game started and I could hear loud, confident and definitive calls coming from this kid. I was floored. His mom came up to me and said that becoming an umpire has completely changed his personality.
It wasn’t in class, but during our high school’s variety show my senior year, this quiet guy who typically sat in the back of the class and didn’t really chat it up with anyone, played the most EPIC guitar solo ever. it was amazing. I still, remember it 10 years later.
I was the quiet kid. There was this kid in high school who was trying to bully me at lunch, and for context, he was a 21-year-old junior. He kept getting left back every year, for reasons unknown.
Him: why don’t you get out of our country?
Me: why don’t you get out of high school?
He couldn’t think of any response, turned red, and the kids around the table started dying with laughter. I won that day.
I went to middle school and high school with a boy named Daniel. Never once heard him say a word, a friend of mine said he would whisper sometimes. The night of our senior party we heard some music coming over from the corner where the karaoke machine was set up, at first no one really noticed him because people had been singing on it all night and most people stopped paying attention. But this was different cause no one was singing and the music was playing, the DJ stopped the music and started the song again. Daniel was standing there looking frightened but this time around when the song started he begin to sing. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and just crowded around him. He wasn’t a great singer by any means but 99% of the people in the room hadn’t ever heard him talk. When the song was over everyone started clapping and cheering and he walked away with a big smile on his face.
The geometry teacher was bragging about how well he drew circles and going on about how one day he would draw a perfect circle. He asked us what would happen if he drew a perfect circle.
My friend, a sweet, quiet girl says rather loudly “You die.”
Can’t really remember the reaction of the class, but I laughed and the teacher looked totally crushed.
I will never forget this as long as I live – it was like the perfect cinema in real life.
This quiet, weird girl in 10th or 11th grade, always wore this giant coat and looked messy. She was a bigger girl and had a sister who was super pretty and skinny and popular.
(As I type this out I realize it sounds fake or like a move!)
Anyway, this big, awkward, quiet, friendless girl shows up at a talent show at the school. People weren’t being obviously mean, but there was definitely an air of what the Fwhen she came out on stage in her big messy coat and disheveled clothes.
She sat at the piano and started to play, and sing, and just, my god… It was surreal. She sang this haunting bluesy song no one had ever heard before and the auditorium just went dead silent. I distinctly remember tearing up and I’m tearing up now 20 years later just remembering it.
Who the heck knew?
Smart, nerdy, quiet kid in the front of the class, always answered questions correctly when called on. One day the teacher calls on him and before he even answers the teacher just lazily says “Correct” and turns back around to write on the board.
The second the teacher turns around, the quiet kid just rockets his pencil upward into the ceiling like an arrow. The teacher doesn’t notice.
It was just such a sudden, unexpected act of rebellion from the quiet kid that never said anything. The whole class saw it and by the time the teacher turned around the quiet kid was playing it cool as ice and taking notes again. The teacher doesn’t notice.
Finally, the teacher turns around again to ask another question and the entire class is trying not to laugh and everyone is trying not to look at the pencil stuck into the ceiling. The teacher still doesn’t notice.
A couple of people laugh, and every time the teacher asked “What is so funny?” The situation became even more hilarious. Finally, the teacher turns around again and continues the lesson, completely oblivious.
It was a boring math class and it was the funniest thing that happened all year.
I went through high school with a really quiet girl. I wasn’t close with her but we were both in a more academic stream so I had quite a few classes with her. She came across as a sweet girl who was just a bit shy or introverted.
After high school ended she posted a long “note” on Facebook about how she hated everyone in our high school and was so glad to be done. That she wasn’t shy at all and was sick of people thinking she is the nice quiet girl because “if I didn’t talk to you in high school it’s because I f*cking hated you”. It was very surprising because she had seemed so sweet before. I still have her on Facebook and it’s been 8 years, I never talked to her after that.
It was Carl the middle-aged Asian man on the day he was graduating from our rehab program. We didn’t even know it was his graduation day until he stood up to say his goodbye. We all got nervous because of all the things we’d been open about, molestation, violence, the worst things that had happened to us and the worst things we’d done, this diminutive man in thick glasses had literally never said a word.
It was something like “I feel like each and every one of you is my family. No one has ever understood my pain and my struggle the way you people do. I love all of you. I mean that. I love all of you, so much. Thank you for everything.”
Blew my 22-year-old mind right out front of my face. I have never since doubted that the quiet ones are participating in their way as much as the rest of us.
Once it was right before winter break and just as the bell was about to ring to end class, our teacher cut in with “Oh, I forgot, you have homework over the break!”
Everyone groaned, and even the quiet kid in the corner let out a “What an a**hole”.
Well, the teacher heard it and said “What did you say?” to the kid.
To his credit, he put his head up and loudly said “WHAT. AN. A**. HOLE”
We all started cracking up and the teacher’s face turned so red. I caught up with the kid after the break and his excuse was “The teacher already heard it anyway, I wasn’t going to get away with it, so since he asked I answered.”
Some pudgy girl was insulting a quiet kid at lunch and said he was a “trash can because all his ideas were garbage.” He told her she must be a refrigerator because “she seems like where all the food goes.” Not a crazy thing but a bit of a mad lad moment.
When I was in football in high school, the varsity team (all the juniors and seniors) went to a “boot camp”, wherein we all camped out on the property of a cabin owned by one of the coaches. We got divided into teams, and there was a running competition for the duration of the camp; we would have various events or activities where we would compete for points. Most of them were things where we would have physical competition, such as races or tug of war, etc. One day, the coaches decided to do something a little different and we all were tasked with having our teams perform some kind of skit with the coaches as judges. My team really had no idea what to do, but someone came up with the idea of having a guy, let’s call him Mike, give a speech. Mike was one of the most soft-spoken guys I had ever met. I had played football with the guy for years, and he averaged about a sentence per week. We figured this would be brilliant because no one would see this coming. When we suggested it, he just grinned and said “ok, let’s do it.” So, we went up to the “stage”, and the rest of the team and me introduced Mike as a real stand-up guy who was just awesome, and Mike came on stage and proceeded to rip on us as lousy teammates who were incompetent and annoying. Everyone was so shocked at this that they laughed until they cried, and we ended up winning first in that event.
“I love you.”
I dated a quiet girl during my senior year of high school. We she did speak, her voice was raspy. I remember first meeting her in my fourth-grade class and wondering why she never really spoke.
She ended up becoming a really beautiful girl and she was my first girlfriend. She was really open and talkative with me and her family, but no one else. I won the title of “most outspoken” in my graduating class, and if there had been a “most quiet”, it totally would have been her. She ended up breaking up with me to get with a friend of mine who treated her like sh*t. I lost my first love and a friend that day.
Quite literally shocking. This kid in algebra never said one word. One day, the teacher was out for a second and we were all just hanging out. This kid was messing around just tossing his pencil up at the fluorescent lights above him. She walks in right as he tosses it up at the perfect moment. The metal end of the pencil somehow breaks the light bulb, shorts the ends of the ballast and the fixture starts sparking (shocking) and popping very loudly. Everything got still, and everyone just stares at Him. He sits there with a stone-cold look at the teacher and just says “I didn’t do it.” She sends him out to the office and we all died laughing.
There was this guy I know from high school I’ve been friends with him since he came to the school in 9th grade and he was always just the most soft-spoken Canadian guy. His grades were hellla good and he almost never spoke anything but academic-related questions. At the end of 12th grade, he was our treasurer, he got up and spoke at an assembly before handing over his position to the next treasurer.
“Black people shouldn’t be allowed to walk freely.”
I was best friends with the quiet kid in High School. He spoke to me almost exclusively, and quietly enough that others rarely noticed.
One day, the Loud Girl noticed.
“Oh my God he talks? I haven’t heard you talk since sixth grade!”
Without looking at her, he leans in real close and whispers something to me.
“He says he only talks to interesting people”
I’ll always remember this, partly for the ego boost he gave me, but also because of her reaction.
“Screw you! I hope I don’t hear you for another four years!”
This one girl in my 7th grade English class was the “Quiet One.” We had a school talent show in January and she sang Total Eclipse of The Heart. Blew us all away. That girl can sing.
We had a psychology class that included a “disorder day” where we had to pick a disorder and act it out the whole day, to show us how awful and tiring it was to actually experience them. Unbeknownst to all of us, the quiet girl picked kleptomania. In psychology that day, we were allowed to stop acting out what we did and relate our experiences to each other. When asked how her day was, she opened her backpack and took out a clock, six whiteboard markers, a teacher’s nametag, and a fire extinguisher. We were all a bit in awe.
The quiet kid at my school sat in our English class and started biting his arm until it bled. Raised his hand and when the teacher asked what he wanted he said that he was a vampire and promptly started liking his fresh wound before running out of the classroom. Came back 20 minutes later and acted like nothing had happened.
I’m friends with one of those kids that’s so quiet, it’s like he can turn invisible. People just forget he’s there. I was in art class and the stereotypical problem girl of our grade, let’s call her Jane, starts b*tching about stupid crap no one cares about. Just being a crap person overall. I had one earbud in and was just tuning her out, when the quiet kid suddenly looks up and says: “You know that no one cares about what you’re talking about, right? No one’s listening to you.” The entire class was SILENT. I’ve been friends with him ever since.
Halloween. One of the hottest girls comes in late, dressed in all white. Club attire, white leggings, white top, again its Halloween. Class is dead silent because she’s late.
Quiet kid: “What the f*ck are you supposed to be, a straw?”
The whole class, the teacher included busts out laughing. I’ve never seen her embarrassed. It was deserved.
A kid named Sam was in my gym class when we were in the weight room and he was a chubby little Irish a**hole. Sam thought he was the sh*t (but he wasn’t) so when he was challenged to a bench press co intention by one of the kids who constantly worked out one kid from the back of the class said “Sam, you couldn’t lift your own ego” to which he replied “dude, kill yourself” in his defense the quiet kid replied “Sam, If I wanted to kill myself I’d climb up your ego and jump to your IQ” Laughs were had.
There was a really quiet kid in my class from my first year to the fourth year in Primary school. By real quiet I mean, never, ever, ever spoke to anybody kind of creepy quiet. For all I know we all gave up trying to connect with her. Teachers were patient, but she never ever spoke a word to them either. The only people she talked to were her parents, but I never heard her voice… until the next year. A bubbly girl from her class at that time decided to hang out with her and talk to her during lunchtime, and it always felt like she was just talking to herself. It was weird at first but after a while, it seemed like she was trying really hard to be a friend. I guess it was after 6 months when the quiet kid decided she could trust her enough to open up and say something. The first thing she ever said was: “I like chilli in my noodles.” And I was there to hear it. They became best friends after that. It was shocking to all of us because she just neverrrr said a word to any of us before. For 4.5 years.
I saw him jotting some stuff down in a little black book.
Me: “What are you writing?”
Him: (Blank Stare) “I’m adding you to my Death List.”
This was the early 90’s and we would chat from time to time. So it never registered as anything but a dry AF joke.
There was this quiet kid in our math class in high school in the 90s.
One day, when everyone was working on an assignment at the end of the class, a really cute girl in the front row, sitting right in front of him, turned around and SCOLDED him for making out with her and never calling her again!!!
The dude looked shocked, then just smiled.
He didn’t say a word, but it was his loudest moment ever.
It was the 90s, so most of the guys were openly impressed. Not sure if that’s okay anymore, but that’s how it was.
I’m the quiet one, one time a friend of mine (who we’ll call F) and I were talking, and suddenly the annoying kid comes over and begins to ask if F and I were best friends (this was the very first proper interaction between me and annoying) we both were saying “no we’re just friends” and this carried on for a few minutes, frustrating me until he said this which gave me my opening
Annoying: ok, but, you and I are friends, right?
I turn to him with the best “not enough to swear death to you but still ticked face and with all the boldness I could come with I replied
“I’m sorry, but who are you?”
The entire class lost it, even the teacher stopped writing down on the board and said “Even that stung me”
I was in my history class in my junior year. You know how high school is, they bully the quiet ones. Well, this one quiet kid did not talk at all, even if you personally asked him a question or commented on his drawings. His drawings were really cool. Anyways, that class was full of sh*t bricks idiots. I have never learned the full meaning of “lose my sh*t” before being in that class. I’ve even told a couple of the students to shut the f*ck up in front of the teacher and he did nothing because not even he could control the class.
One day, this a**hole of a student named Josh kept digging into the teacher on and on (and I sat behind him) and I told the teacher to just send him out. Josh turned around and asked, “You want me to fail?”
“You have all Fs and one D. What’s next to fail at?”
“Grades don’t matter” – Josh
“I’d like one big mac and a large fries, oh nevermind I thought you were a worker” – a quiet kid who was implying that not even Mcdonald’s would hire him
The whole class was in silence and Josh walked out.
I had to watch my three younger cousins for a weekend. The oldest one hardly ever talks to anyone, even if you ask him something he always has one-word answers. During that weekend he was talking quite a bit to myself and our other older cousin. His brother ends up turning to him and saying “What happened to you? You never talk this much at home.” He turned and locked eyes with him and said “That’s because you guys are too stupid to have a conversation with”.
We had this really rambunctious teacher in 5th grade. He was (still is) a huge high school basketball scout, so imagine that type of personality. He was an older guy, so he didn’t really enjoy backtalk very much (I would know, I served many detentions for it) and would punish accordingly and usually on the spot. We also had one kid who was really quiet, kinda chubby, didn’t have too many friends at the time, wore glasses, etc. The deck was stacked against him.
Well, this teacher brings the class back inside the classroom after walking us through the school. We were apparently rowdy coming back because as we sat down he started going in on us, saying how we can’t act like that through the school because it reflects on both us and him. The following exchange evolved from there
Teacher: “When you go throughout the halls being loud, it makes you guys look bad, but more importantly it makes ME look bad!”
Quiet kid: “YOU ALREADY LOOK BAD!”
Was in a public speaking class at my community college and there was this tall, overweight kid who didn’t say a word except for the required speeches which were consistently monotone and uninteresting. For the second to last speech of the term, we had to do an impromptu speech based on one of three quotes that we drew out of a hat. So when his turn came, he took his slip of paper and went outside to prep for 5 minutes. When he came back, this was his intro:
“In a world where infidelity is less and less surprising, and stereotypes and sexism run rampant within our society, many have come to resent the opposite sex. There’s even a saying that goes, “Women can fake an org*sm, but men can fake an entire relationship.” Today I’m here to explain why this is false… Men can fake org*sms too. I believe that with enough m*aning, facial expressions, and body fluids, a man could play the part that so many women have played before him.”
I won’t recite more of his speech, but he absolutely floored the class. Our professor was known to be a tough grader (B- for a solid speech, an A was god-status), and several people stood up and demanded that he be given an A. For a pretty boring class, it was worth it just for that one day.
I went to school with a kid since elementary school. He never really had many friends, and was always picked on. I felt bad for him and never had the heart to pick on anyone in general, so I always talked to him when I saw him and said hi.
One day, in my Sophomore year, he walks up to me in the hallway (mind you I haven’t actually talked to him in probably 2-3 years) and said: “I made a list of everyone I’m going to kill in the school.”
I just stopped and looked at him and he goes “Don’t worry – you’re not on the list” and walked away.
Nothing ever happened, but I probably should have said something to someone.
On the first day of class, the teacher initiates the usual ‘go around the class and say something about yourself’ bit, and all answers are boring and unimaginative, eg. “I like to read,” “I like to ride my bike,”
This kid’s turn comes and he goes “I like to dissect frogs in my spare time,”
I’m pretty sure he was joking but with him being the quiet kid, no one expected that and it was met with complete silence.
Once in middle school, there was a very quiet kid that seemed a little off. He moved here from Alaska I believe and transferred in pretty early into the school year. He didn’t have any friends and I was the only one that talked to him. He seemed very intelligent and pretty funny, but a little dark sometimes.
Anyways, one day we were taking a test, the test was about 30 multiple choice questions and at the end, there were three “writing prompt” questions, where you would pick two and write a paragraph explaining each on the back of the test. Well this kid finishes his test, and the teacher takes a look on the back to see if the questions were answered and looks pretty shocked. She made a call and some school official comes in and grabs him and removes him from the class and that was the end of that.
Turns out the kid wrote pretty dark sh*t on the back of his test. They found a knife in his backpack.
Anyways the kid came back about a month later and told me they took him to a padded room and he spent a few hours there and then was in a facility for a few weeks. He said everyone was crazy and it was really boring. I don’t know why they let him come back but he just kinda disappeared soon after. Weird guy.
I was once in a geography after-school revision session and the teacher asked the question; ‘what is a symptom of migration?’
The quiet kid no one ever hears speaks then proceeds to raise his hand, to everyone’s surprise.
‘Go ahead Dave‘ (not his actual name), the teacher asks.
‘Taking our jobs’ he replies in a 100% serious tone of voice.
The entire class goes quiet other than me as I am forced to stick a fist in my mouth to stop myself from laughing (this school was highly multicultural) and the teacher just sort of nervously laughs and says something along the lines of “Well, no, not exactly Dave.”
This kid never talked, heard him quietly speak to one kid every now and then.
Our teacher was grading our midterms and whatnot and we were allowed to bring up our papers and ask for help and then come back with new answers (weird school system I know). It was quite a hectic class.
I asked to go to the bathroom and we needed our teachers to sign a hall pass (still weird school system I know) and so he signed it and help it up in the air for me to come to take.
This kid that never spoke a word to me took it right out of my teacher’s hand and proceeded to put it directly in his mouth. He then chewed it up and ate it. Straight face. No words. Everyone just stared.
All I said was “What the f*ck??”. Then I just walked out and did my business.
Weirdest astronomy class ever.