Unfiltered Story #32764

VA, USA | Unfiltered | June 28, 2017

(I am in Spanish class with a friend, who we will call Craig. We had to do a speech in front of the class in Spanish. Craig got nervous and began doodling on his hand in red permanent marker. He is called to do his speech and does fairly well. Then, being done with drawing on his hand, he stands up to get some hand sanitizer. The hand sanitizer causes the marker to run and take on a very bloody-looking hue. Much of the class notices that Craig appears to be bleeding profusely.)

Teacher: Craig, go to the bathroom and wash your hands.

(Craig leaves. About ten minutes later he runs into the door The guy closest to the door stands up to let him in. Note that this isn’t the first time Craig has disrupted class, and many people have hostile feelings towards him as a result.)

Class: No!…Don’t let him in!

(The guy who stood up drops the blind for a quarter-second and when he lifted it again, Craig was gone. Around fifteen minutes pass.)

(The phone rings and the teacher gets it.)

Teacher: Hello. Who is it?


Teacher: Okay, where are you?


Teacher: I need you to come back now. Actually, go to the administrator and talk to her.

(Another 20-ish minutes pass. Craig returns and the entire class asked him what happened. The teacher forbids him from sharing so we could finish presenting)

(Later, she holds him after class while I was packing up.)

Teacher: Craig, what happened?

(Craig tells a very incomplete version of what happened based on what he told me later)

Teacher: Craig, Come to my room for a lunch detention on Monday.

(This was a terrible punishment because he could bring a friend and his computer. He always gets off so easy)

Unfiltered Story #28457

UK | Unfiltered | June 28, 2017

Friend: Doesn’t this remind you of that thing?

Me: What “thing?”

Friend: You know, the THING.

Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Friend: For f*** sake. THE THING! *storms off*

He literally stopped talking to me for five years because of this. We met up recently during a night out, and he was so bitter about it that he had to leave. I still don’t know what the “thing” was.

Unfiltered Story #90378

, , | Unfiltered | June 27, 2017

(I’m a customer, at a typical frozen yogurt shop, toppings bar, machines for the yogurt, and they weigh your cup to get the price. There’s a couple in front of me, their cups on the scale, I got to the register quite quickly, but there looks like there’s only one girl on staff, who’s quickly trying to empty the trash. She finishes, sanatizes her hands and hurries to the register, apologizing.)
Couple: *talking loudly to each other as the girl rings them up, they pay quickly but stay put with their cups on the scale still talking loudly*

(I’m trying to hurry as my boyfriend is waiting in a long line to get movie tickets and I want to switch soon so he can eat.)

Cashier: *I must’ve made a face because she gives me an apologetic look before the couple finally seem to notice their are other people waiting to pay, pick up their cups and leave*

Me: *puts my cup on the scale and smiles at the girl as she rings me up* “Thank you, have a nice weekend.”

(I put all my extra coins into the tip jar, the staff deserve it, especially her, as the shop’s almost always packed, and people tend to be rude like that all the time.) 

Unfiltered Story #90294

, | Unfiltered | June 27, 2017

(My three- and four-year-olds routinely insist that teachers don’t have parents, even though my head teacher’s mom [also a teacher] routinely stops in and I’m always talking about going to see my mom or dad. One day I get a *little* annoyed.)

Kid 1: Miss [MyName] doesn’t have a mommy!

Me (exasperated): Yes I DO have a mommy! I have a mommy and a daddy and two sisters and a stepmother and a stepbrother and a stepsister!

(They ponder this.)

Kid 2: Is your stepmother nice, or is she mean?

Me: She’s a nice lady, her name is [Stepmom’s name]. I like her okay.

(More pondering.)

Kid 2 (thoughtfully): So… NOT like Cinderella’s.

Me (holding in laughter): No, not like Cinderella’s.

Unfiltered Story #90293

, , | Unfiltered | June 27, 2017

When I was in my second year at college my anxiety and depression got the best of me and I attempted suicide. I missed a few weeks of school while in the hospital and going through a day program. As soon as I had access to my laptop again I emailed all of my professors. I was open and honest with them and they were all willing to work with me about my missed days and assignments. Except one. My History teacher said the proper protocol was to talk to the Dean of my College. I didn’t know my Dean so it was very awkward emailing him and he insisted meeting in person. All I remember of our conversation was that the first words of his mouth were “You need to take your medication.” He hadn’t even asked if I was on medication previous to my attempt and I hadn’t mentioned previous treatment in my email. He didn’t even ask how I was doing. I was horribly offended and did my best to get out of there as quickly as possible. For your information Mr. Dean, I was taking my meds. And it wasn’t until after this incident that we realied that traditional anxiety meds don’t work for me and found a medication that does.

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