Unfiltered Story #44727

Maine, USA | Unfiltered

(My friend group has a reputation, as every one of us except for my best friend is on the LGBT+ spectrum. I’m not out yet, but everyone suspects it.)

Me (to my bisexual friend): If you were dating a guy, but then found out he was actually a girl and you didn’t know, would you still date her?

Friend #1: Well yeah, but I’m bisexual… maybe you should ask our straightest friend?

(I cross the room and sit down next to her)

Me: I have a question.

Friend #2: Yeah?

Me: If you were dating a guy, but then found out he was actually a girl and you didn’t know, would you still date her?

Friend #2: I don’t think that would happen… but I don’t think I would. Wait, why are you asking me?

Me: Well, I asked Friend #1, and since she’s bi, I decided to go ask my straightest friend, and that’s you.

Friend #2: Well, would you?

Me: Hell yeah


Unfiltered Story #44726

Kirkland Wa USA | Unfiltered

My boyfriend told me this story about a teacher he had when he was younger his sister also had this teacher when his sister was in her class they took a test my boyfriends sister got 100% of the questions right except one of the extra credit questions the teacher marked her grade down even though it was a extra credit question.

Years later my boyfriend was in her class one day he was in music class and got kicked out for not doing what he was told (he was but thats a different story) so he was standing out in the hall and another kid from a different class walked up to ask what he was doing he said two words before he suddenly was pulled to ground by his sweatshirt hood cutting of his air intake he looked up to see his teacher yelling at him for talking to someone while in trouble

the last he heard the teacher was forced to retire when she didnt allow a girl to go to the nurses office when she had a fever of 104 shes lucky the family didnt have to money to sue if i had been the mother in any other these situations i would have made sure she was not only fired but in jail for assault


Unfiltered Story #44722

Amsterdam, The Netherlands | Unfiltered

Me and a friend are doing a group project with another girl. We have certain deadlines we need to meet, ones made in the group, as well as those made by the teacher. The other girl is always late with her work, always finding excuses for it. Both me and my friend get quite angry about it together, but I’m the only one vocal about it. On top of that, she also asks us to do part of the project that we had decided she’d do, because it she’s ‘done too much work already’. It gets to the point where we ask for the teacher to meet with the three of us. Note that i have Asperger’s syndrome and as such sometimes have a bit of difficulty getting out what i want to say. The girl apparently senses a weak link in me, as she blames all our trouble on me.

Girl: and you are constantly going off against me, while i have done nothing wrong. I did all this work and then you don’t do your part (this is a straight up lie, as I did my part, but she is referring to the part that she tried to push on us)

Me; So it is my fault that we’re having problems. Sure. That’s why when me and (friend) did projects together, everything went fine, but you get in the project and suddenly I screw things up? I’m not the one constantly late!

*at this point I start tearing up in frustration, as I sometimes do, annoyingly as it is*

Teacher; What is the problem, why are you crying?

Me: *trying to explain it but failing*

Teacher; There’s nothing to cry about…

Me; Sometimes I just have difficulty finding the right words, especially when I get angry… due to my Asperger’s syndrome.

At this point the teacher looks as if he understands everything and he takes me away from the group a bit.

Teacher: I think I understand what is going on here. I think it’s best you do the rest of the project on your own. You will need to learn how to work in groups though, as you’ll need that for the rest of your career. Your Asperger’s syndrome doesn’t excuse you from that.

This only makes me more angry and sad, as I realise she is getting no repercussions and I get to do the project on my own…

This is not the end of the story though… 2 days before the deadline my friend tells me how the rest of their project went. They decided to meet every day the last week of the project to finish it, as they were behind quite a bit. However, every single day she finds an excuse. One time she overslept so bad it was no use coming, the next day she couldn’t come because of her sick dad needing help, the day after that she missed the train and decided not to come, the following day she couldn’t come because her hay fever was getting to her too much (I knew this was a lie and he did too as we both have hay fever too and knew this was the day this was causing the least amount of problems of the whole week…) and the last day she didn’t even give an excuse. Finally she mailed him ‘her piece’ which had almost nothing he could use and no sources whatsoever, so he had to do all the work himself. She even dared to ask him not to work too hard on it as she wanted a 9 (!!!) (with 10 being the highest grade in the dutch grading system) on the resit. You could do this resit if your grade was a 5.5 or below, although 5.5 was still a passing grade. The kicker was… I got a 5.5 and decided not to do the resit but because of my friend’s hard work they got a 6… and couldn’t do the resit, even though she asked him to ask anyways, as she said the 6 pulled her average down…


Unfiltered Story #44723

MA, USA | Unfiltered

(I went to a private high school in Massachusetts where we had several exchange programs. I was taking Russian at the time, and during my junior year, two Russian students came to my school for a full year of study. One day we wound up taking the bus at the same time, and they greeted me. All dialog in this story is took place in Russian.)

Russian Student #1: Hi, [My Name]. How are you?

Me: I’m good, and you?

(Both of them burst out laughing.)

Russian Student #2: In Russia, we do not say ‘I’m good, and you?’ We say ‘[Russian word]’.

Me: Okay.

Russian Student #1: Hi, [My Name]. How are you?

Me: [Russian word.]

(Uncertain about this, since my knowledge of Russian grammar was sufficient to recognize part of the word meant ‘yourself’, I went to my Russian teacher and asked what the word meant.)

Teacher (horrified): Where did you hear that word?!

Me: [Russian Student #1] and [Russian Student #2] said it’s how you respond to ‘Hi, how are you?’ in Russia.

Teacher: It means [ugly profanity]. I will have a word with them.

Me: No, I can handle this. Thank you.

(I continued to respond to ‘Hi, how are you?’ with [Russian word] whenever the Russian students spoke to me. A few months later, a number of Russian students came to the school for a two-month exchange. One day, [Russian Student #1] approaches me with several of the exchange students in tow.)

Russian Student #1: [My Name]! Hi! How are you?

(He seemed to be holding back laughter.)

Me: I’m good, and you?

(The grin fell from his face, but several of the Russian exchange students started snickering. I turned and started to walk away, then turned back.)

Me: Oh, [Russian Student #1]?

Russian Student #1: Yes?

Me: [Russian word].

(I walked away with the exchange students all laughing at Russian Student #1. He and his friend avoided me for the rest of the year.


Unfiltered Story #44725

Massachusetts, USA | Unfiltered

I had it pretty rough at middle school, and that was in part due to the gym teachers hired there. They never accommodated for differences in physical ability, and expected everybody to perform at the level of a top student athlete within a few days of hard. Anybody who didn’t perform to their incredibly high standards were simply laughed at, and if anybody tried to criticize about their way of doing things, they were given a condescending, dismissive lecture about needing to try harder or listen– even if the student in question was trying really hard and listening. This all came to head when they planned a poorly thought out obstacle course.

Right from the start, I could see that there would be some problems with the final obstacle. It was a six foot hard foam wall with hard foam on one side and soft foam on the other. Students were expected to push each other over the wall from the side with the hard foam to the side with the soft foam– and the challenge did not discriminate on physical strength and weight of students. While I’ve never been overweight, I was a heavy-set student with poor upper body strength, so I was definitely thinking “oh crap”. Plus the teachers were timing each group’s runs, ranking the times like a competition, and expecting the groups to get better times with each run, so there was added pressure to act quickly. But I knew how the teachers would get when questioned, and was quite shy, so I kept quiet. We were all put into five person groups, and of everybody in mine, only one was actually strong. The rest had poor body strength too and wouldn’t be caught dead trying to do anything about it.

When it came to be our turn, we started to go through the obstacle course. We made it all the way to the wall, but as expected, faced the dilemma of not having sufficiently strong students. Time was ticking, and we didn’t know what to do. Eventually, one of the teachers scolded us for dilly dallying then suggested that they try to lift me over the wall first because I was the heaviest of the group. With little time, we just went with it, and there were soon four kids trying to hoist me over the wall while I desperately tried to get to the other side.

Big mistake. After what felt like a minute of struggling from all of us, the group’s collective strength finally gave out and I fell backwards onto the hard foam, wrist first. The foam did almost nothing to help protect me, and I screamed incoherantly and cried in agony. What I felt at that moment was amongst the worst pain I have ever felt in my life, second only to my severe migraines. Before I could make another thought, I was being escorted to the nurse’s office for examination.

The story doesn’t end there though. When I got to the nurses office, she gave a short examination and declared that I was fine. She repeatedly insisted that my injury was just a sprain, would heal on its own, and that I didn’t need to see a doctor or worry about anything. I was told to call my mom then, as gym was my last class that year, to go home on the bus. At this point, I was still somewhat incoherant, so when I made that call to Mom, she was skeptical that it was just a sprain. When I came off the bus, face still red with tears and wrist hanging limply, she definitely didn’t believe the nurse and called the doctor immediately. The doctor said that it sounded like a broken bone and that I needed to go see him ASAP.

Needless to say, I didn’t go to school the next day. I did, however, get a formal diagnosis from the doctor. The wrist was broken, would need to be in a cast for few months, and if I wanted the best chance of fully recovering, I needed to get that cast today. So much for healing on its own and not needing to see a doctor!

The school never apologized to for the whole ordeal nor was the ordeal even spoken of by the teachers or nurses– the school literally just mailed some “don’t sue us” forms and left it at that. And we couldn’t do much more than fill out those forms and move on. There were some positives– the doctor managed to convince the school that the injury made me unfit for gym for the rest of the year, so I got a study period instead of having to deal with the gym teachers for that year. And the wall of doom was removed from the obstacle course, seemingly for good. Its a shame that it took somebody getting seriously hurt trying to get over that wall to do something about it though, and it came off like the school trying to avoid lawsuits rather than genuinely caring about student safety.

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