Sue the school for OHS reasons -  the chalk dust.

We really need to read this story.

I do?

At the time, I thought it was brilliant. Looking back on it, it was just as bad as the other ones I read in class.

In my 7th grade math class, I got busted writing a story about my math teacher having sex with dogs and having a penis.  Some of the other students were named as dogs who fucked her.  I remember there being rape, castration, and some deaths.  She snatched my notebook away from me, I got up and tore what ended up being half the page out the notebook and shoved it into my mouth (which I was already thinking about because of the recent episode of It's Always Sunny where Mac eats a contract).  Unfortunately, enough of the story remained to get me sent to the counselor, all of my writings and drawings confiscated, and threats of expulsion, psychiatrists, and all of that bullshit.  

I spent a significant amount of time in school between 3rd and 10th grade in trouble for my writing and drawings.  

I think my favorite year of actual writing for school was 10th grade (the first year in senior high school in Idaho) where during the first month of class I gave an oral presentation on why total human extinction would be a positive thing...and finished the school year with a final course capstone book report on Silas Marner where I wrote something completely insane about him being a demon-worshiping pedophile.  

My writing was pretty good.  I managed to get through the honors classes in spite of the content.  The content part just made me a familiar fixture in the counselor's office.

oral presentation on why total human extinction would be a positive thing

i just jizzed my panties.

Yeah.  There's a special place in my heart for teachers that grade content rather than grammar or quality.

That special place just happens to be in front of a firing squad composed of epileptics with eczema on their trigger fingers using weapons with hair triggers.

Awww, bless ...

The only highlights from my days at school were getting busted reading a skin mag in art class in 7th grade, and the getting busted reading a hardcore mag in 9th grade.

I never did time for either. But I guess that explains a lot about my personality.

Yeah ...

I don't have many vivid memories from high school.

Maybe in 6th grade, we were tasked with reading Jurrasic Park in a science class.  I thought it was dumb, though, since it wasn't real science; it was all made up.

As soon as I found out I could walk off the school grounds at any time ... I did, often.

I got in a bit of trouble in the 4th for doing all the answers on my math test completely at random and writting on the top of the page " if you don't like it you can piss on it."
Then I got expelled in 9th for fighting and I never went back.

To "normal school."

All I did in highschool was take virginities.

I used to roll joints in the back of the class behind a book.

I just wanted to get away from highschool

Anyone who gets their ass beat for being the nerdy fat kid always wants to leave highschool and move to Japan.

true that, throw in the fact that my parents both taught there and I was 3 rungs back on the social development curve and it was very miserable.

I liked high school because it took little effort, there was no responsibility, and I could be a dick to authority figures with very little in the way of repercussions.

I liked high school because it took little effort, there was no responsibility, and I could be a dick to authority figures with very little in the way of repercussions.

This.

I like school because I dont have major responsibility, I can hang out with my friends and for the most part it is okay.
I dislike school because I dont see a future yet, I'm only doing this because right now it's the easiest option for me, rather than get a job/apprenticeship.

I didn't do fuck-all in high school and I graduated with no problems ...

The principal said I was too smart to fail ...

The director at l'Institut d'Ensenyament Secondari de Roda de Ter said he looked forward to hearing me ask him if he wanted fries with that.

When I was like 11-12-13 and in middle school it was the mid nineties and my favorite movies were all the Wes Craven shit and knockoff horror flicks.  My 8th grade English teacher did not like me writing bad slasher fiction for our creative projects.  It always pissed me off because I'm sure I spent more time than most of my class working on the projects, I always got positive marks on peer reviews (even friends requested to read my stuff after a few of these exercises).  But I always got Cs and Ds on the assignments, she didn't like my writing, she didn't think I had good character development.  I told her that it was dumb to develop characters if you just plan on killing them a paragraph later.  She did not like that.  She was supposed to teach us all about grammar rules in writing that year and didn't do a fucking thing, in that regard is why I never learned proper grammar until I took Spanish language and grammar in college (and my English grammar is still bad).  At the end of the school year I got called into the principal's office with the teacher and they both said that I was being dropped out of the advanced learning program and I told her I didn't care what they planned on doing with me because my parents were moving me to another school district next year anyways.  Moved schools, placed into classes with kids 2 grades higher and 3 years older than me, and never got a grade worse than an A- in an English class the rest of my life.

Probably the worst teacher I ever had in K-12 school, and I had a few bad ones.  It was like she had an active vendetta against me the entire school year.  The best part was I found out (from my friends I kept in contact with at the old school) that 3 years later she got arrested for a DUI and got fired from her job.

YOU drove her to that, man ...
YOU!

YOU drove her to that, man ...
YOU!

I'd mount that in a fucking frame.  But then most of my teachers weren't flaming cunts like that

I didn't do fuck-all in high school and I graduated with no problems ...

The principal said I was too smart to fail ...

And yet...

I didn't do fuck all from the end of 7th grade until the first year of grad school.
That decade of fuck all was pretty fun but it kind of screwed me up.

Alcoholism rocks!