There was a tree in our yard that was dead. My mother decided to cut it down since it was already dead and she didn’t want it to fall into our apple tree. So she took a chainsaw and cut it down. Unfortunately it fell right into the apple tree and some of it’s branches got tangled up in it. So she started to try to cut the branches off. She started calling my name:

Mom: “[My name] I need help, I was trying to cut this branch off, but now the saw is stuck in it! So I need you too hold it in place and I am going to try to grab another saw to cut this saw out of the tree.”

She tried to cut it out, but it didn’t work. She ended up letting the saw hang in the tree overnight. I’m not sure how she got the saw out because I was at school when it happened. But now I do not trust her to cut down trees.

This happens in 8th grade, ages 13-14. Before the teacher comes in two boys were playing a game where they were throwing white-board-markers to try to knock things off of a shelf. One of them, we’ll call him Student#1 threw it too hard and the marker broke. The kid picks up all of the pieces and tries to put them back together.

Student#1: “ooh I have an idea!”

He grabs a stapler and tries to staple the marker together, of course it doesn’t work. Eventually a girl grabs the broken marker out of his hands and gets it to stay together.

The teacher comes in and unfortunately he decides to take notes on the whiteboard with the broken marker. It works for about twenty minutes before it falls apart in his hands. A few people start laughing.

Teacher: “What the bones happened to my marker?!”

A little while later he has to staple some papers together:

Teacher: “Why is my stapler broken?!”

I’m bi, this happens before I come out: I was in my room looking at memes about being lgbtq+, when my mom comes in. I also have a glass thing hanging in my window that makes rainbows on my wall

Mom: “hey I like this rainbow, well okay bye”

me *thinking*: did that just happen?!

My first job was working in service at a restaurant, for our uniform we have a wear an apron. [customer] is a man who is probably in his sixties.

Customer:”hey girl, you’d better double knot that apron, if I was a feeling naughty i might just pull on that string and…”

Me (thinking): okay first of all: ew, I’m 14. And second: you can clearly see that i am wearing jeans under the apron, what would you expect to get out of that?!

Over a weekend me and two other girls got haircuts, *note that i am known for having long hair.

Teacher: “Hey [Student#1] did you get a haircut?”

Student#1: “yeah i got 8 inches off”

Student#2: “hey you didn’t notice i got a haircut too”

Teacher: “Really you did? how much did you cut off?”

Student#2:”6 inches!”

Teacher: “well that’s nothing, i wouldn’t notice if [My name] got 6 inches off”

Me: “I did!!”