Unfiltered Story #28484

Maracay,Venezuela | Unfiltered | July 24, 2017

This happened today me and my friend are bronies we’re very moderate about that only speaking of It with other brony friends or if someone ask us about well…while I was haging out at his home to make plans for the season 7 premiere and just having fun his uncle and very young I’ll say at most 6 year old cousin came and he let him play with his PS3 but he had an MLP wallpaper and as soon as his uncle saw that started saying how he’s inmature for liking such a thing while being an adult(he turned 18 last year I’m 22)how his carrer choice sucks(journalism)among other stuff and I took a glance at his kid how was playing GTA 5 I didn’t say a thing but couldn’t help but think:Aren’t you being kind of a hypocrite for telling a legal adult multiple insults for his choices in life and liking something that’s for kids(It’s the inteded audience but what the heck multple adults like and also watch stuff that’s ment for kids) while your kid is playing a game inteded for adults in which you can commit every crime your mind can come up with???

Unfiltered Story #32784

Queen Creek, AZ, USA | Unfiltered | July 24, 2017

(In chemistry, after doing a review game, my teacher decides to pull up a movie quiz. Me and my partner end up getting 2nd place. He ran out of food stuff from the review game and was giving out plastic cutlery.)

Teacher: Alright, [Team name]?

Me & Friend: *goes up to him*

Teacher: So, you guys pick: A spoon or a fork?

We both picked spoons, and I still have my spoon!

Unfiltered Story #28482

UK | Unfiltered | July 23, 2017

We are completing coursework in one of my school’s IT suites. My friend, who is meant to be working on the same coursework, has taken to talking the entire time. I am typing up my notes while listening to her talk. I’m not saying much, but umm-ing and ah-ing at every other word.

Friend: Are you even listening? You know, it’s rude to ignore your best friend.

Me: I haven’t been ignoring you.

Friend: Prove it.

I describe her last rant in near perfect detail.

Friend: Well, you dont have to be so f**king rude about it! *storms off*

I later got in trouble because she went to our teacher and told her I wasn’t helping, despite everyone needing to work solo, and she managed to blow it up to such proportions that I was put at risk of failing until multiple statements were given from people who were in the suite with us at the time.

Unsurprisingly we aren’t friends anymore. I don’t even know if she passed.

Unfiltered Story #32783

New Zealand | Unfiltered | July 23, 2017

(My Teacher is handing out sheets. I am waiting for mine. Nobody has anything out as we’re waiting for the sheets.)

Teacher: *walking past* “If you don’t do work, [My Name], then I will have to refer you to another class.”

Me: “Um… Okay.”

(The Teacher moves on, but she returns to my desk.)

Teacher: “Get your book out! Go!”

Me: “What? Okay!’

(The Teacher at this point practically spins in a circle.)

Teacher: “This is your last warning!”

Me: “I am getting my book out!”

(I place my book on my desk and open it.)

Teacher: “Okay. That’s it. I’ve had enough. Get out of my class.”

(I have parent-teacher interviews after school. This will be fun…)

Unfiltered Story #32781

San Diego, CA | Unfiltered | July 22, 2017

During my junior year, I go on a trip to San Diego with one of the clubs from my school (which is in the Chicago area). After our flight lands and we arrive at our hotel, we decide to get lunch at a restaurant in Old Town, then spend the afternoon sightseeing in the area.

The hotel offers a shuttle for guests, but will need to make four trips due to the size of our group. I am in the second group, and we are dropped off at the intersection that the first group is waiting at. There are some stands a few feet from the intersection that have interesting crafts for sale, so I decide to browse while we wait for groups 3 and 4 to get there.

I finish making a purchase – which takes me less time than a single round trip to the hotel, let alone two – only to turn around and discover that everyone is gone. Turns out the teachers found out that the shuttle could drop off directly at the restaurant, so groups 3 and 4 went there while 1 and 2 walked over, not realizing I wasn’t with them.

Thankfully, there are kiosks with maps nearby and I remember the name of the restaurant, so I quickly find my way there. As I am walking up to the front door, one of my teachers is walking out with her cell phone in hand and, seeing me, says “I was just about to call you!” – only I don’t have a cell phone, which I tell her. “Then what’s this number?” I check her phone and, sure enough, it is my number – my *home* number.

And that’s how I narrowly avoided giving my parents a heart attack from 2000 miles away.

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