High school, a time known for its ups and downs, friendships and rivalries, crushes and heartbreaks. But what if I told you that the drama in these tales reaches levels you could never have imagined? Prepare to be astounded as we peel back the curtain on a world where reality surpasses any Hollywood script.
There was an attractive new girl in the senior class who “transferred from out of state” in the middle of the school year. She became friends with many people.
One day, she never showed up again. Then, the local PD came in and arrested over 70 students in one fell swoop.
Turns out this girl was an undercover cop. The students arrested were those she identified as being involved with drugs.
The only people who knew about this operation were the school principal and senior officials of the local PD. They did this because a kid died of a heroin overdose the previous year.
There were no drug overdose cases since then.
During my senior year, the biggest fight of my school career broke out in one of the main hallways during class change. I don’t think a single student in attendance that afternoon wasn’t packed like a sardine somewhere in that hall. We were going absolutely nuts; jumping, screaming, chanting “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.” Riot mode at this point, really. It was impossible to see who was fighting, much less break it up or make your way through. The principal realized that fairly quickly and called the police to send help. About 10-15 mins later, 10 officers show up and bust through the crowd within seconds only to find 2 students sitting crisscross on the floor playing a few rounds of rock em sock em robots. Senior prank of the century… absolutely hilarious and 100% safely executed. Quality senior prank!
We were all called to an emergency assembly and told a student had died… Her friends were distraught and even the people who didn’t know her went quiet. I think I remember a group of students putting together a type of memorial card. The whole morning was morbid… Until the ‘dead girl’ arrived at school and didn’t know what was going on.
When I was in high school, our hick town school had a “gang” called the Cobras who would spray paint “Cobras” on school property, write it on desks, in the bathrooms, and basically everywhere. It was dumb and many of the students had a good idea who was a part of this “gang” but the teachers didn’t.
The principal would call down groups for photos in the yearbook (siblings, sports teams, drama club, etc) on overhead announcements, and one day they called down the Cobras for a school photo for the yearbook, to try and figure out who they were. They caught almost half the students who were defacing school property because they showed up for the “group photo”.
The principal found weed in the boys’ bathroom. Called an assembly and told us we had to vote for who we thought it was. I think the principal’s son got like 98% of the votes. Suddenly the voting system wasn’t valid.
We didn’t even coordinate it, everyone had the same idea at once and it was glorious
During lunch if you picked up trash and turned it in to the yard attendant you would get a dime per piece. One kid did it religiously, every lunch, and was tormented and bullied the whole time. Kids would knock the trash out of his hands, push him over when he picked it up, and call him all sorts of names, they were relentless. Then in Junior year, he bought a ’66 Mustang.
My principal decided seniors had to show up to school after graduation. So he didn’t give us our diploma and said we could pick it up on the last day. Which was a week after graduation. This also interferes with senior beach week when the last week of school, graduated seniors would go to the beach since we didn’t have to go.
So everyone just stood in the parking lot, one kid brought a sh*t ton of snacks and water, and we all just chilled in the parking lot. Basically saying, we are here but there’s no point. Many of us didn’t even have classes to go to. Well, he called the cops and said were rioting and destroying property. Everyone had to leave school and we all got “suspended”
The news reported it as a violent riot so even now people ask me about that day. It was literally us standing in a parking eating candy bars and takis and the principal was just power hungry.
Someone called in a bomb threat to my middle school and elementary school. Instead of evacuating both buildings, we were in lockdown for three hours and they condensed all of us in the middle school. We later evacuated to the high school only like 300 feet away and were stuck there for hours because our parents couldn’t get to us. All of our phones were taken because they “didn’t want us giving information” so there were like 700 white moms in suburbans simultaneously having a heart attack trying to get to the school.
We learned later they called this into almost every school in the area.
There was a robbery at Bank of America while the cops were preoccupied.
One time this kid I was friends with brought this hot sauce called Da Bomb(1.5 million Scoville units, hotter than h*ll) to high school and let a bunch of kids try it during lunch, I mean at least 30 kids. Some kids really started freaking out because that sh*t is ridiculously hot like you’re supposed to add one or two drops to a big batch of chilli to make it spicy. Some were trying to show off and took a swig of it and ended up vomiting everywhere from the heat/panic. Multiple kids had to go to the nurse and be sent home because they way overdid it, although i think most just really had no idea what a Scoville unit was or that they made hot sauce that was that ridiculously hot. It was chaos. I tried it as well, a dime size amount, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but chugging milk. And I’m really good with spicy foods! Finally, the principal came on the intercom and said “Whoever brought the hot sauce please..just stop..” My friend got into some pretty big trouble for that one.
It was the last day of the senior class. There were only two significant pranks that day. The principal’s office was filled with balloons and glitter, and the main hallway entrance was saran wrapped. About an hour before the day ended, the principal came over the loudspeaker and said that anyone caught participating in a prank would not walk at the graduation ceremony. About a minute after he said this, the fire alarm went off. A guy who was near the principal said that he got angry and said out loud “Someone not walking” before storming off. An entire wing of the school was hazy and smoke was pouring out of a classroom. Turns out the science teacher was doing a laser experiment for his class and created too much smoke with a smoke machine.
During my sophomore year of high school, I was on spring break with my family and we went out of state to a condo for the week. Great trip, I recommend Virginia to anyone looking for a scenic getaway.
When we got back from that vacation and I went to school the next Monday EVERYONE was staring at me like they saw a ghost. I was an introvert in a public school of about 1200 kids so it was unnerving. I had girls and guys running up and hugging me, saying they were so glad I was ok, many of them I didn’t really talk to. I was so confused.
Come to find out in the next town over there was a kid who was struck by a car and killed while we were gone on spring break. His name was identical to mine, except for one letter in his last name. So everyone who saw it naturally assumed they spelled the name wrong because that spelling was a very common mistake with my name.
I wouldn’t call it “the incident” for my school but that day was very memorable and I had to share when I saw your similar story.
I went to a private school where you weren’t allowed to have your phone on you. One day the vice principal bursts into a classroom and says in a panic “Quick, I need to use someone’s phone!” 10 kids got detention and their phones confiscated.
Screw you, Mr Kiefer
Two guys in my year decided to bring about 50 cabbages into school and start a cabbage fight in the science corridor. All h*ll broke loose and cabbage leaves were everywhere. About 100 students joined in lol.
My high school had a decade-themed talent show every year. They would do it in our auditorium which had an orchestra pit underneath part of the stage. Close to the end of the show a lot of people went out on the stage and started dancing, and the stage collapsed. Only a couple of people were hurt, but one of my friends broke his pelvis and had to be in a wheelchair for a while. It must be a slow day for the news because it made it all the way to the BBC.
A girl in her final year got pregnant and was hiding it from her parents. She was 18 at the time though. She went to a counsellor (qualified clinical psychologist) who was helping her through it. The counsellor walked her through all of her options and did what she was supposed to do. The girl (I think possibly in denial) carried the baby quite far along but then wanted out. She was also starving herself. Long story short (I also can’t remember all the exact details) she apparently went to a dodgy clinic where she convinced them she was much earlier in the pregnancy (guessing they did no tests) and they gave her abortions pills or something like that (like I said – can’t remember the exact deets so don’t crucify me). She started profusely bleeding in class the next day and was rushed to the hospital. The baby survived for about 4 hours and then passed away. Obviously, by this point, her parents were there. Upon questioning she named our school counsellor and said that she had forced her to have an abortion. This whole case went to court. Our poor school counsellor could not say anything or defend herself publically until the case was done. We had reporters outside our school gates for ages. It all came out in the end that the girl had lied and the counsellor was completely innocent and had just done what she was supposed to do and had offered the girl all the information and advice for her to make an informed decision. I was amazed at how professional the counsellor was and how she did everything by the book when it came to speaking about her client. Anyway, that was crazy.
So every school has their weird kid. We’re going to call my school’s weird kid T. Everyone knew him and knew something was off. He was an angry kid. But otherwise functional, was in a band, normal classes. But was really weird. Some examples: got mad and broke a window in a practice room, was found butt n*ked in the room the color guard girls kept their things, threatened people etc. But we never actually hurt anyone. He was actually very kind to me. Well, our senior year he said he had a big surprise for the last day of classes. Half the school didn’t show up honestly expecting him to bring a gun or something. Lo and behold T shows up to school in a dress, and a wig, and makeup with a new name. Totally normal sweet girl now, waitress, nice, you’d never know.
There was a police car in front of the school. Someone said they saw a kid get arrested when they went to the washroom. At the end of the day, a cop and the principal were standing at both back passenger windows talking to someone inside. We all just assumed that someone was getting arrested for selling drugs or something.
The next day my homeroom teacher told us between 3rd and 4th period (the 2 afternoon periods in Canada) a former student who was about 20 years old blended in with students and snuck into the school hallways. He wandered through the hallways stealing from unlocked lockers and actually stole about 10 laptops from teachers’ classrooms somehow.
They ended up catching him at the Tim Horton’s down the road. Not sure what’s gonna happen to him but someone said his mom was his getaway vehicle a couple blocks down the road, he just had to stop at Timmy’s first. Only in Canada do people have to stop for a coffee and a donut mid-robbery.
One of our history teachers tried to put in a video about economics to watch. All of a sudden all that showed up was two guys wrestling at our school gym where no one usually records. He isn’t even the coach or anything. He then went on to say, “Oh, that’s Dr King’s video!” trying to cover up the fact he had a video of two Male wrestlers sitting on his desk for no reason.
And no, Dr King was not happy about being falsely accused.
My senior year of high school I was sitting in my AP English class when we suddenly went into lockdown. Everyone was kind of uneasy because we had no idea what was going on and it wasn’t a drill.
We get word that the police are searching cars because a parent said while she was dropping her kid off at the front of the school that she thought she saw someone in a truck with a shotgun. Yet she still dropped her kid off and left!
Then, one of the guys in my classroom gets called down to the office. He was a friend of mine and I knew he drove a truck. It turns out that what the woman mistook for a shotgun was a f*cking steering wheel lock.
We got taken off lockdown and it was the most talked about thing for the rest of the school year.
Why that woman thought she saw a gun and still dropped her kid off still boggles my mind. “Well Timmy, Mom thinks she saw a gun, GOOD LUCK OUT THERE LOL”
At the end of the first hour, the principal came over to the PA and stated that someone found something in a toilet, but that it was ok. Of course, that just started the rumor mill. People said all sorts of things like they found a handgun, a machete, and hand grenades (why?). So of course, in the age of instant communication, a bunch of students sent texts to their parents saying they were scared and wanted to go home (my bet is half of them just wanted to go home and found a good excuse). So throughout the day, the building was essentially evacuated, minus maybe 100 students (me included) out of the normal 700 we usually have. Students were still texting each other, furthering the rumors. At the end of the day, the common consensus was that 3 or 4 .22 bullets were found in the tank of the bathroom. This was later confirmed by the police. Now, for those who don’t know, .22 bullets are very small bullets mainly used for target shooting or hunting small game such as squirrels or small birds. Not exactly what you’d use to kill someone. My guess is that what happened was someone was target shooting over the weekend and put the remaining bullets in their pocket, and found them again that morning. Fearing the backlash from the school, they dumped them in the toilet. And, because a lot of the student body was uneducated on guns, they thought that there were 22 bullets (not 22 caliber) in the toilet as if planted there for a school shooting. So yeah. It basically turned into a huge mess. The thing is though, the school did exactly the right thing. As soon as the bullets were found, they called the police, the police found nothing suspicious, and everything was ok. Maybe they should have said what they found, I don’t really know. They did their best to quell the situation.
There was a girl in the same grade as me who got pregnant during junior year and she told everybody that the child was her boyfriend at the time who was a senior and at the time he backed her up and agreed that he was the father. Fast forward a couple of months and they’ve broken up and he’s now saying that he’s not the father and the only reason he had said he was before was because they were dating. Well, she has the kid and continues to say that he was the father and that he needs to be helping her out. Got to the point that his family saddled up with lawyers and demanded that a paternity test be done before anything else happened and she agreed. Turned out the child was not his and he said that he doesn’t know who the actual father is and didn’t care to find out just wanted to move on. She later transferred schools and he graduated. Don’t know what happened to them after that.
In 8th grade (35 now) my science teacher invited his brother to come speak to our class. Being an actual rocket scientist he brought with him and demonstrated different types of fuel used to power rockets. All of it was different types of solid fuel. The nearest one looks like a coil of plastic. My teacher had what looked like a black rock with almost neon and semi-clear-looking chunks of what I assumed was another type of plastic all over it. When I asked what it was, in between the demonstrations of burning fuel, he told us it was a chunk of solid fuel he had as a Souvenir from his own days at NASA Fast forward to the next day and we are all waiting in class to end and waiting on our teacher to come back so we can leave. While waiting, one of my buddies, who was absent the day before, asks “What the f*ck is the big black rock on Mr. Denny’s desk?” So, I tell him what he missed and explain the rocket fuel. He says “ b*llsh*t, no way!” I say, not expecting him to be dumb enough to do it, “Well, take your lighter to it and see for yourself. “ (for context, he and I would go smoke behind the gym and in the parking lot during lunch) he pulls his lighter out and proceeds to try and light it. At first, nothing really happened but after a couple of seconds, it begins to half-*ss burn. Almost like a partially wet firework. He says “Oh sh*t” with a grin on his face and tries to blow it out. It did but sparked right back up after literally sparking in a similar fashion to a lighter being sparked and he panics. He picks up the rock and tries to put it out by rubbing it on his jeans and it has no effect. He drops it back on the desk in a panicked motion because at this point it is really starting to go. It was shooting out a beautiful greenish-blue flame and it was almost blowtorch-like in the way it was coming off the spot he touched the flame to it. The flames become more intense and it actually begins to spin due to the force. We all back away from him and the teacher’s desk as it is really starting to get scary. He noticed that the grade book was starting to catch fire so he swipes it off the desk and into the floor where it starts to resemble one of those fireworks that, when lit, spins really fast and takes off. We all panicked and ran out of the room right as the teacher was running back down the hall because at this point the entire hallway was full of smoke. When it was all over, it had burned so hot that it destroyed the tile floor all the way down to the concrete. The next day we were all told that had the fuel not been over 50 years old it would have just exploded and prolly killed at least half of us. The teacher ended up losing his job and my buddy was expelled.
When I was in freshman year, my high school went through a tuberculosis outburst, and since it is a transmittable disease, every person in that school(not only students) was in great danger of getting really sick. The number of students with symptoms increased, and naturally, we were all really worried, but for some reason, our principal (WHO IS A HUGE D**CHEBAG) ignored the whole situation and acted as if nothing was wrong. We knew some measures had to be taken, so we tried discussing with him the idea of shutting down school for some period and disinfecting it, but he said that we are panicking for no reason and that everything was fine. So when we realized we couldn’t count on him, we took the thing in our hands. The school parliament (of students) announced a protest, inviting every student to come and support them. For the better effect and delivery of the message people even came wearing protective surgical masks. We boycotted classes that day, the first gathering in the schoolyard, the president of the school parliament held a speech about our right to fight for ourselves. Then we proceeded to walk in mass through the center of our city, and sure enough, people took us seriously. Tomorrow, all the news talked about it and revealed the facts about sick students, and our principal sure enough realized he should’ve listened to us in the first place since the Ministry of Health closed the school for about a week or so for the sake of disinfecting it. I’m really glad I was a part of this mini-revolution.
We had a teacher named “The Goat” because of his weird type of beard.
One day a fellow student brought a tiny little goat to the classroom in his backpack filled with diapers. After a few goat’s screams, he released her in class. The goat slowly walked to the teacher’s desk, stood still and screamed very loud. When the teacher saw her, he burst into tears and started cuddling her.
PS. The boy who brought the goat got suspended
We went on a class trip and I let a classmate borrow my camera on our last day (one of the only kids with a digital camcorder, circa 1999-2000). I never saw what was recorded but it was towards the end of our 8th grade year on our 8th grade trip.
One of our last days of school was supposed to be a field event but got cancelled the day before for bad weather. One of my teachers called my home and asked me to bring it in so the class could watch it since we had nothing else planned.
I bring it in and they announce we will watch my take. My classmate starts hyperventilating and runs to the nurse’s office. I suddenly get hot and start having a bad feeling. In front of our entire class, the video begins.
It’s the last day of our trip and we are in the lobby of a hotel. The tape clearly shows the entire class, but just more importantly, me in the background walking around. Then, the camera pans to the most popular girl in our class, sitting on her luggage. She has a skirt on, and well, the camera zooms all the way in and holds for ten seconds. The gasp was outstanding from our ENTIRE class. As horrible as it was, that, in front of all my classmates and teachers, was my moment 🙁
The day was just like any other. I was in my fifth-period class, the day winding down, and decided to take a quick bathroom break. What I found in the second stall upon entering was unbelievable. A poop so large, no human on Earth could have possibly birthed it… or so I thought. I mean, we’re talkin’ nearly the girth of a Nalgene bottle, no exaggeration. This thing was a certified LOG.
I immediately ran back to class to grab my buddies, and within the next twenty minutes, the news had already spread like wildfire. Teachers were getting upset because even girls were pouring into the men’s bathroom to catch a peek at this behemoth. People were taking pictures, flushing it repeatedly and unsuccessfully… half a ruler even ended up in the bowl next to it at some point.
As one did in the mid-2000s, I snapped a photo on my flip phone camera, and proceeded to create a MySpace group page dedicated to the mysterious monstrosity. I seem to recall it becoming a fairly popular group quite quickly, and to this day I’m not sure anyone ever figured out the identity of the super pooper.
All I know is, I hope they’re okay. Butthole-wise.
The one that I’m most familiar with happened to a classmate of mine. It sucked because my classmate was accused of r*pe but luckily the truth came out that the girl who accused him of raping her was lying.
This happened in my 4th year. This classmate of mine is a cool dude and is well-known. Everyone liked him and he’s still liked to this day. So my school is really different from traditional schools. You see there are buildings in a certain area that houses classrooms and other stuff a school usually have. So we would have to go building to building to get to class. Anyways there is this section on the left side of the school where not a lot of people go to. My classmate was in the area and used the bathroom. There he encountered the girl. Let’s call her flat face because she literally had a flat face. No jokes. The flat face came up to my classmate as he was leaving the bathroom and asked him if he wanted to have s*x in the bathroom. He declined for more than one reason. She tried to seduce him and it didn’t work. So she yelled r*ped to get back at him. Immediately security came in and took my classmate to the office where the police were called. My classmate was hauled off to the police station for further investigation.
Two days later or so, the truth came out. I don’t remember how the truth came out exactly. Either flat face confessed to lying or someone was in the area and saw the whole thing go down. Either way, my classmate got let go and flat face was f*cked. I don’t know why she didn’t get expelled from school. That’s another mystery but she did become alienated by everyone for her actions. After two months she left the school and went to a new one.
Someone was setting all the popular kids’ cars on fire and leaving playing cards at the scene. The cards had creepy messages written on them. This was during all the Dark Knight hype too, so everyone called the guy The Joker.
Anyway, someone figured out that the kids being targeted were the nominations for King/Queen for our Valentine’s Dance. So then the rumor spread that The Joker was going to light the school on fire and lock everyone inside the gymnasium during the dance. The dance was cancelled.
THEN the rumor was The Joker was going to shoot up the school on like Wednesday (I remember it being a random day of the week so a long weekend was not the goal). The school had its lowest attendance record at around 30%. It made the local news!
Anyway, they eventually caught the guy doing it. He was some loser in his 20s who never got over high school and wanted revenge on the popular kids. It was a big sting too, I was bummed he didn’t burn my car though, my truck was a piece of sh*t and the payout would have been nice for 17-year-old me!
My high school had a small boarding house (about 10% of the school students) and they were a mix of country kids and Asian kids. Anyway, a new kid had started and I was asked to show him around. His name was Fung, and he was a cool dude. Self-assured and easygoing.
Anyway during the school tour bumped into another kid in Fung’s year and introduced them. Turns out this dude was a racist. Started making horrible racist jokes and being a general d*ckhead. I apologise and tell the kid to get f*cked and we move on.
Anyway, I few days later there was a massive disturbance outside that accompanies a high school fight. Turns out Fung was a hard dude, with extensive martial arts experience. I didn’t see the fight but it was described as “Some real Bruce Lee sh*t” and a racist a**hole had his hand broken. The only evidence of the fight was the wooden fence post that Fung roundhouse kicked and snapped in two.
Fung got suspended and moved back to Hong King shortly after and is still the coolest mother f*cker I ever met.
We were assigned tasks each week (ie: raise the flag, doing the hot lunches orders for the classes, mail, and school banking) and these jobs were done in pairs. This put you with someone you didn’t really know, it helped you make new friends and helped out the teachers with little things.
I was paired with a girl that really hated me (think rich family, cool clothes, lots of friends, latest everything, I was s the opposite) and it’s only recently I realise she was a nasty bully who was never happy with what she had.
We were assigned to make the teachers morning tea this week. Put out biscuits, make a big pot of tea etc before 10.30 am and we can have a few bikkies ourselves as a thank you. With a lot of awkward coordination & awkward cooperation, we did this without a hitch for the first few days, but on Thursday she suggested we put ground black pepper in the teacher’s teapot.
I was not a bad egg, never got detention or wagged and the thought of breaking the rules gave me h*lla anxiety. But she did it and tried to blame me.
Turns out a teacher was allergic to pepper and went into anaphylaxis.
I was a teacher and a very good kid just got pushed to his limit by a bully teacher (had been bullied by this guy for a couple of years; never did find out what was up with that).
So bully teacher says something to the kid, he runs out to his car, grabs a crowbar and comes in smashing all the glass he encountered (it was safety glass but lots of shards anyway). Tries to go after the teacher to kill him. He got trapped in the library (the classroom was located in a small classroom off the library) and I was right next door, keeping kids in their seats and unable to go to the bathroom for about 90 minutes. Cops began arriving from all directions since we were right off two state highways. State cops, canine cops, etc. The kid destroyed all the beautiful 1940s oak shelving, the teacher’s desk, and anything that would break. His mom shows up and disarms him. The kid gets slammed on a stretcher and hauled off to the nearby AFB, where his dad worked.
Not sure exactly what all happened there but he got a lifetime ban from being at the high school and a serious restraining order from ever contacting or being near the bully teacher.
I liked the kid and never had one tiny bit of trouble with him. Saw him a couple of months later and asked him to please tell me if he was ever mad at me. He laughed.
The kid was diagnosed with the intermittent explosive disorder. Went on to be a good adult. He’d just kind of lost it that day.
The most studious student in my grade slapping the most annoying professor…
This incident happened when I was in 10th grade and the professor was known to grab collars and insult students who were quiet and didn’t talk much. So this studious guy who always minded his business, never talked in lectures or disturbed the professor, was simply sitting and the professor comes and starts to insult him(it was not his first time getting insulted, collar grabbed of his uniform and even got slapped 2 or 3 times without any reason), but this time he insults his parents by saying that they failed to raise the kid properly and laughs loudly in front of 60 students(the studious guy is kind-hearted and respects everybody and has even made his parents proud by winning in competitive exams and sports). The guy snaps, grabs the professor’s hand and slaps him really really hard… But he’s not satisfied with that and he does what the professor bully does and drags him to the principal’s office… The studious guy got suspended a week, but no action was taken against the professor… It is still a popular tale in my school.
I went to a high school and my junior year, in about mid-fall (October-November), we started getting bomb threats daily. When bomb threats are called in, EVERYTHING stops and the staff, police, etc. have to take it seriously, so everyone sat outside on the football fields for a couple of hours.
They caught the guy who was calling them in and it stopped for a couple of days. Then it started up again. Every day. Sometimes multiple times a day. Even the laziest, most school-hating students were getting f*cking pissed. After a few days of this going on, they started calling down classes of students and briefing us on what was going on alongside the bomb threats. Turns out people had figured out that ALL the cops went to the school to tend to the bomb threats and they would break into houses and rob them, at first it was school staff’s homes, then others.
The FBI actually got called in and they said they were going to charge them with making threats of terrorism, which could result in life sentences for those involved. It didn’t take long for them to stop after that and I think they charged the people who did it first as well as everyone they caught after.