Unfiltered Story #46012

Ponte Vedra FL | Unfiltered

(In my AP lit class, we are discussing a poem. Let it be noted that I share the surname of a famous singer from the 80’s)

Me: *Raising my hand* (Teacher’s name), What’s a Duffy?

Teacher: What’s a Jet?

Me: *Confused* An airplane, sir

Teacher:Are you an airplane?

Me: No, but a jet is

(Everyone laughed and the teacher went on to use another kid as an example to answer my question)


Unfiltered Story #46011

Boston | Unfiltered

(My history teacher has recently replaced all the desks in the room with a collection of tables, in a last ditch effort to get the class to become friends. Me and my one friend in the class sit down at a table on one side of the room. As both of us kind of hate the rest of the class [political differences make learning about the government it’s own kind of hell] and the rest of the class kind of hates us, they all congregate at the tables on the other side of the room. I’m kind of grouchy and my friend [a huge sweetheart] does look kind of scary. The teacher walks in.)

Teacher: Why is everyone sitting over there? What do you guys have against them?

Me: Nobody likes me.

Friend (without skipping a beat): I look sketchy.

(Silently we high five each other and immediately go back to paying attention)

Teacher: …


Unfiltered Story #46009

USA | Unfiltered

(There’s an upcoming test and the kid sitting in front of me is having an anxiety attack, crying. I’m trying to help him. Note that I am female while my friend is male.)

Me: (Friend), can you look through my backpack and see if I have any tissues in there?

Friend: Sure. (shuffles through backpack) Here you go.

(I grab it without looking, and lo and behold it’s a pad.)

Me: …(Friend).

Friend: Yeah?

Me: This isn’t a tissue.

Friend: (grinning) I know.

(The kid saw and gave a little laugh, so I guess that helped!)


Unfiltered Story #46006

USA | Unfiltered

(I am in a German class with a male friend and a female friend. Our professor is an older woman who is quite intelligent and encourages everyone to do the best they can in the class, even if the discussions reach beyond our German abilities. Over time, however, we start noticing an unusual trend.)

Professor: “Great, [My Name], I never thought of the topic from that perspective.”

Professor: “[FEMALE FRIEND], could you tell the rest of the class what you just said about the relationship between the two women in the film? That was some wonderful insight!”

Professor: “Whoa, [MALE FRIEND], you look super sexy! Why are you all dressed up in a suit?”

Male Friend: “I have an interview for an internship.”

Professor: “You should dress like that more often! You’re such a handsome man!”

Yes, while my female friend and I were always praised for our minds, our male friend’s thoughtful insights were basically ignored in favor of his good looks and fashion sense. At the end of the year, the male friend and I are graduating from the university. He had considered going to law school, took the LSAT, and even passed, but he changed his mind and decided to enroll in a different graduate program. I decided to go for my PHD in German. We are at a private reception for the German department with our families when the professor is talking to my male friend and me in front of our parents.

Professor: [My name], while I am so happy to know you are continuing in German, I really think you should consider law school. You would make a great lawyer!

Me: Thank you. You know what? [MALE FRIEND] passed the LSATs!

Professor: Seriously, you see situations in-depth and know how to develop arguments. If being a professor does not work out for you, go to law school! You can do that in your thirties, if you like!

The professor gets called away, while I glance over at my friend.

Me: Wow, she completely ignored what I said about you.

Male Friend: I know. I’m just a Hooters waitress to her.


Unfiltered Story #45947

Malaysia | Unfiltered

(I am the principal of a learning center and frequently get calls from parents throughout the day. One night, as I am relaxing at home, I gets one such call.)

Parent: “Is this [My Name]?”

Me: “Yes, it is.”

Parent: “Oh, I’m calling about [name of learning center]… Is this a home-school?”

Me: “No, actually. We are a learning center, not a home-school.”

Parent: *after a pause* “Oh… Is there a difference between homeschool and learning center?”

Me: “Yes. Home-school means you teach your child at home.”

Parent: “Oh.” *pauses* “And if I don’t want to do that, can I still send her to [name of learning center]?”

Me: “…Yes.”