<p>What is the Scariest thing that EVER happened to you at school?</p>
<p>some kid brought a loaded gun and knife to our school yesterday. Yea crazy stuff. He's in jail somewhere now.</p>
<p>A moth flew into the classroom.</p>
<p>My bio teacher had a pile of vegetation sitting in a container in the room, and there was a praying mantis eggsack inadvertantly in it. It hatched over the weekend... and when we came back on Monday morning, there were hundreds of them on the ceiling. Not actually scary, but really funny.</p>
<p>A bee flew in through an open window.</p>
<p>Scary stuff.</p>
<p>and when we came back on Monday morning, there were hundreds of them on the ceiling. Not actually scary, but really funny.</p>
<p>I wish I could have seen that! That would be hillarious.</p>
<p>Yet again, not scarey really, but funny. In middle school a bat got stuck in the gym so all of the kids got together and chased in down with vollyball nets to get it out.</p>
<p>In the middle of a cold January night, in fourth grade, in Wilson Hall dorm four, the dorm parent woke us up, saying we had to quickly leave the dorm, there was a fire in Wilson two dorm. We all got out of bed, left the dorm in single file, walked downstairs, out of the building, away from the school. We stood barefoot on the sidewalk, shivering, for what seemed like forever, my feet felt like they were going numb from the cold, before one of the dorm parents, had the idea to let us all pile into the staff cars, to get warm. All ten of the girls in my dorm fit in one car, Jessica and Laura sat on my lap. After a while, we were told to leave the car, walk across the parking lot, to the administration building, when I walked on the welcome mat, my feet were so cold that it felt like someone was putting knives in my feet. The dorm parents took us to a faculty lounge, where we sat for a while, waiting for word that we could go back to our dorm. When we finally went back to our dorm, it was time to start getting ready for school. We were very tired that day. We learned later, that the fire in dorm two, had actually been a microwave that had started smoking and shooting out sparks, in the middle of the night.</p>
<p>The dorm, was usually a big happy family, until one night, an accident occurred, that turned the dorm dark and scary in the blink of an eye. In fifth grade, my friend Ester, cut her wrist and had to have several stitches. She was running down the stairs to the bathroom, without thinking she put her hands on a glass pane in the bathroom door, pushing on it and breaking the glass causing the glass to cut her wrist. The house parent came running from her office and my friends and I came from the study room when we heard Ester scream. "I just told you not to run in the dorm Ester! Nicole ran upstairs to the laundry room to get towels to try and stop the bleeding. HURRY!" "I'll never be able to use my arm again!" "Yes you will I am taking you to the hospital to let them fix your arm." The blood looked like bingo chips as it fell on the floor. "I can not believe this is happening, the bleeding is still not under control Lisa!" "It will be all right Jessica, Ester is on her way to the hospital." I just stood around, kind of in shock, unable to believe what had just happened to a close friend. I learned a few days later, that Ester had staples put in her arm. Ester almost lost enough blood to require a transfusion, she was going to be all right. I never looked at that glass door the same way again, even after they replaced the glass pane.</p>
<p>... what ?</p>
<p>i completely agree with asfh... that sounds like a crappy college essay lol</p>
<p>this is a true story from english class (it has secret poetry terms embedded, fyi): </p>
<pre><code>Tommy grew up in Southern North Carolina. He was a light skinned, blue eyed, blonde haired boy like any other. He liked to play sports and drink Hi-C. Everything was good in his life. But then things went sour, and Tommy hasn’t been the same since.
It was September 2nd, and the first day of school had just ended. Tommy was in The Second Grade already. He had been accepted into the soccer team, and the year’s first game was scheduled for right after school. But the announcements said that the game was cancelled. Tommy figured it was a good thing, seeing as both his parents were at work and wouldn’t have made it anyway. He rode home, and found himself surprised by the sight of his Father’s silver Dodge Ram parked upon the black pavement of the driveway. There was another car there too, which Tommy didn’t recognize. He entered the house and found his Father participating in sexual intercourse with another man. Apparently, being gay made Tommy’s Father gay.
Tommy’s second first day of school had just ended. His Mommy had decided to take a vacation from her job to “think things over”. Tommy went with her, to Northern South Carolina where his grandparents lived. They had a big house, so Tommy and Mommy stayed in one of the spare bedrooms. Tommy didn’t know anyone at his new school, and with all the turmoil in his life he wasn’t able to make any friends. Kids thought he was weird because a rumor had leaked out that his Father liked to kiss boys. So Tommy turned to his Granddad for companionship. Gramps was an avid golfer, and Tommy started to go with him to the golf course after school. Gramps had older golfer buddies, and they too took Tommy under their wing. He became a popular caddie.
One old man in particular would always request Tommy’s help. Martin was his name. He even picked Tommy up from his grandparents’ house to caddy for him on days that Granddad couldn’t go golfing. Tommy liked Martin, and viewed him as a son views his father. It happened Martin was an aspiring poet, and Tommy was his favorite subject matter. One of his works went: “Don’t accept candy from strangers, Or you may be put into danger”. Martin explained that this meant Tommy could accept all the candy he wanted from him, because Martin surely wasn’t a stranger. Tommy agreed.
While Tommy continued to be ostracized from kids his age, his relationship with Martin strengthened. Martin had even come up with a nickname for Tommy; he called him his “par-a-mour”. He said it was a poetry reference and a golf joke all in one! Tommy forgot to ask Mommy what the word meant. As the months passed Tommy’s school situation stagnated, but he and Martin remained close. Mommy was grateful for Martin, for she still hadn’t settled matters with Father yet – Father had run off somewhere. People said he disappeared some time ago – they hadn’t seen him since Mommy and Tommy had left town.
One day in February Tommy came home from school and was very distraught. Mommy called Martin and suggested he take Tommy to the golf course to cheer him up. Martin said that would be perfect.
On the way there, Tommy told Martin what had happened. A girl had brought in valentine cards and candy for all the students in the class except Tommy. Martin told Tommy he could fix that right up! He gave Tommy a special type of Candy. Tommy remembered what Martin had said about Candy, so he eagerly accepted it. He shoved it in his little piggy mouth and chewed. The Candy made Tommy sleepy. So sleepy. S…o… s…l…e….e….p…y.
Tommy woke in a daze. He was sitting in a chair. It reminded him of a dentist’s chair. A spotlight from above forced his eyes shut. As his pupils adjusted, he became aware of his surroundings. He was in the center of a cylindrical room. The spotlight was the sole source of illumination, so only the vaguest outline of the curved outer wall was visible. Something from behind him touched his head. A soft, gentle touch. He tried to look around, and realized he was strapped down. His head, legs, arms, and waist were immobilized. Martin entered the circle of light, and stared into Tommy’s eyes. Tommy was confused. Martin reached up towards his face started to peel his skin off. Tommy was scared. It wasn’t actually skin Martin peeled off, it was a mask. Martin wasn’t really Martin. Martin was Daddy. Tommy fainted.
After a while Tommy woke up. He was very sore. The whole room was bright now. Daddy was sitting in a chair, sweating. A Hole in one. Daddy must have been exercising. Tommy’s eyes adjusted and he saw what was on the walls. Pictures. Pictures of himself with Daddy and with Daddy dressed up as Martin. Pictures of him as a baby even. Thousands of them. Tommy was naked in some of them. Daddy was naked in some of them. Sometimes they were naked together. “See Tommy,” Daddy said, “These pictures are a poem. An Epic poem. And you’re the hero.”
The teacher shouted at him and he woke up with a start. David had been day-dreaming in English class again! Something about a cute kid and his Dad. Probably just some harmless subconscious rumblings begot by his own childhood. He shoved it out of his mind and got to work on his sonnet assignment. Dang that fixed form!
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<p>One time i tripped in front of the girl i like while i walking up to her, about to ask to to prom. Subsequently, i was afraid to face her... so i didn't :(.</p>
<p>A girl had a seizure. :O</p>
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Really? That's funny 'cause one time in the middle of a cold January night, in fourth grade, in Wilson Hall dorm four, the dorm parent woke us up, saying we had to quickly leave the dorm, there was a fire in Wilson two dorm. We all got out of bed, left the dorm in single file, walked downstairs, out of the building, away from the school. We stood barefoot on the sidewalk, shivering, for what seemed like forever, my feet felt like they were going numb from the cold, before one of the dorm parents, had the idea to let us all pile into the staff cars, to get warm. All ten of the girls in my dorm fit in one car, Jessica and Laura sat on my lap. After a while, we were told to leave the car, walk across the parking lot, to the administration building, when I walked on the welcome mat, my feet were so cold that it felt like someone was putting knives in my feet. The dorm parents took us to a faculty lounge, where we sat for a while, waiting for word that we could go back to our dorm. When we finally went back to our dorm, it was time to start getting ready for school. We were very tired that day. We learned later, that the fire in dorm two, had actually been a microwave that had started smoking and shooting out sparks, in the middle of the night.</p>
<p>earthquake lol it was about 5.x i think. scared everyone.</p>
<p>one time in middle school the girl next to me threw up on her desk and so i ALMOST threw up because of it
it was just scary because i thought i was going to throw up in front of everyone!
<3</p>
<p>There was a girl named Stacey, in Alder Hall, dorm 3/4, who had alot of problems, she would scream and hit the house parents. She slept, almost every night, in the dorms time out room, a room for kids who have misbehaved in the dorm. One day, in Lambert Hall, dorm 1, Stacey got a knife, chased us girls through the dorm, the house parent had to restrain her, told us girls, to go to the lobby and get some help. Shortly after this incident, Stacey left the school.</p>
<p>The stories I posted are true, I know it sounds weird that I was in boarding school in elementary school so let me tell you more about myself. </p>
<p>My name is Raeann, I am visually impaired. I attended the Indiana School for the Blind, a day and residential school, for blind and visually impaired children, ages three to nineteen years old, in Indianapolis, Indiana.</p>
<p>When I was four years old, I began attending the school. The local public school, lacked the facilities for me to attend there school, they did not have the adaptive technology that I needed to succeed in the classroom, an aide or a vision teacher, so my parents enrolled me in the blind school. The school considered me a residential student, during the week I stayed at school. A bus would take me to school on Sunday and not bring me home until Friday. My dormitory had eight other girls. Weekends, Christmas, spring, and summer vacations, were the only times I went home. The school was like my home away from home, the people in my dorm were like my family. On the weekends I had a nice visit with my family. Summer vacation was like a breathe of fresh air, three whole months with my family at home. The only time I remember going home during the week is when I was seven years old. My dad was taking classes, he would pick me up after school, take me home over night, bring me back early the next morning. Being able to go home during the week to see my family was like a rainbow. It only lasted a few weeks before it had to end, I was so tired at school that I started falling a sleep in class. </p>
<p>My school was a five day boarding school, where the whole school closed on the weekends and everyone went home. My family lived an hour and a half from the school. My best friends Jessica and Lisa, lived at the other end of the state, had to ride the bus for five hours twice a week, just to attend school.</p>