A bit of a story to this one. I was in about fourth grade and I was on the playground. There was some sort of sliding monkey bar contraption that I still don't know the name of, but it was my favorite thing at the time and usually no one ever used it but me. Then suddenly all these kids started crowding around it and I, being a stubborn brat, held on and kept swinging from side to side and using my feet to push the upper railing so I would always be out of arm's reach. I eventually slipped off and a kid jumped on. I started to get up from the ground but I was off balance, so I swung my hands forward, y'know, to counterbalance. It was a total freak accident but I wound up hitting the guy right in the d--k. He fell off and started wailing. I apologized profusely, but then heard my teacher blow the whistle and signaled for our class to leave, so not knowing what to do, I left and joined the line. I tried to shake it off, but then some c--t in a striped shirt came up and matter-of-factly strutted up to my teacher and pointed at me and said "that girl hit a boy in his private parts." The teacher whirled around to me and like, venomously hissed, "I. Hate it."
Then there as this weird panel thing where it was me, two teachers, like four witnesses, and I don't think the guy I hit was present. I did my best to explain the story but of course b---h-in-the-striped shirt had to be one of the witnesses. She insisted that I did it on purpose. One of the other kids, after listening to me, said it sounded like it wasn't my fault, and the other two didn't care and said it looked half and half. I found out at about that time that the kid I hit recently had a surgery around that area. I got wrote up and was terrified going home, but then realized that they hadn't called my parents when I started telling my dad in the car trying to explain. It was weird.
Second, third, and fourth are also mentionable, even though they go into high school. I'll quickly go through them. I got called to the office one day for frustratedly muttering to myself in the hallway that I could understand why some kids go off the wall and shoot up their schools is like the fourth. The third is that around the time where for some reason school shootings became a huge issue, I got kinda freaked out one morning that it might happen at my middle school that day, so to make myself feel better and to protect myself, I slipped a simple little pocket knife in my pocket. We did a play that day or something so we changed clothes in the bathroom and it fell out and two girls saw and absolutely flipped the f--k out. The vice principal spoke with me and I tried to explain that I was just using it yesterday outside for something and I happened to wear the same pants again that day not thinking about it. I called my mom to tell her what went on and she quickly agreed to my story. She added that we were working in the garden and all went well there. It got brushed over really easily, thank the gods.
Now, the second wasn't even on my part, but on the part of the vice principal of my high school. So, I really had a thing for the one goth chick in our school (may she rest in peace), and I really couldn't focus in class due to some "things" going on in my head. I didn't have my journal with me that day, so I wrote an entry on a loose piece of paper. I thought I put it securely in my binder, but the next day, I was called to the office and come to find out, it had slipped out of my binder and someone found it and turned it in to the office, concerned or something. Anyway I walk in like "all right what have I even done this time jfc" and the vp just turns around a piece of paper and I go either sheet white or tomato red. We talk about it and she proceeds to point out "this part sounds really obsessive," and "this is kinda stalker-ish", and "are you trying to get back at the guy she's dating right now?" As if that whole shebang weren't awkward enough, it gets worse. I get up, thing are smoothed over, I tell her to just throw the damned thing away, and I start to leave. She pauses for a moment and goes. "Well, it was very well written." I can't explain why, but I felt pretty violated at that moment. In any case, I muttered a "thanks?" and got the hell outta there.
As an honorable mention: there was also the time my entire group of friends and I got called to the office separately because we had this thing where we would grope each other's breasts and not sexualize it or think anything of it. It was our inside joke or something, and it made the homophobes so uncomfortable that there were complaints. Insert dramatic eyeroll here. We were all consenting (as best as high schoolers do, I suppose) and no one was being hurt by it except onlookers. The key thing here is that it wasn't a sexualized act to us. It was just "whoop hey friend". Ironically, the only black girl in our group was the one suspended. Same VP as mentioned before always claimed she wasn't racist, but much shade was cast on that day on the credibility of that statement.
Topic: What would be the biggest mistake you did as a kid? (Read 2495 times)
