Every school had them; their own share of “weird kids”. From nerds to freaks and ticking time bombs, these former students share the local weirdos from their school growing up.
Anger Management and WWII
“There are two really weird kids at my school, both of them are outcasted, but famous because of their weirdness.
The first kid: The WWII fanatic
That’s a handful for a name, and I swear one of the answers to this question described this exact kid, maybe they’re their own breed.
This kid, from my speculations, might have autism, not the kind that handicaps speech, but he might have a photographic memory. He’s this tall, fat kid who everyone made fun of because the second he sits down, he starts spouting stuff about Germany, Russia, Hitler, and how he hated Jews.
He has a special needs teacher that follows him around, probably making sure he doesn’t burst into a speech of how great the Soviet Union or Germany was. The Jew-hating talk apparently was frequent in the bus, when he was alone and wouldn’t get in trouble. I’ve only heard about those incident second hand, through videos and his bus mates.
He knew all the dates to every war and all the random details and information to every part of WWII. He would often burst out into these facts and then boast about communism and how his grandparents and great grandparents contributed to “the cause”.
He also often looked at maps in class instead of doing work, printing out those maps and pictures of boats to label and color. He also always said bless you in German whenever someone sneezed, it became sort of a running joke in the school to say Gesundheit.
The thing that made him even weirder is that he would regularly ask random girls out. These are the girls who tried to avoid him without being rude, also the same girls who talk about him behind his back about his weirdness.
The second kid: The ticking anger bomb
This kid I honestly felt bad for.
He was this tiny Indian kid, lanky with awkward glasses, the kind who still wears Minecraft shirts. He was in my advanced math class, which is a grade higher, and he was not a pleasant presence.
This kid had obvious anger issues, and I often wonder why he didn’t have a special teacher like the other kid. This tiny kid had a chihuahua kind of temper, you say something wrong or he trips over you by accident, he starts screaming and throwing stuff.
His anger was infamous around the school, and since most of my school is spoiled white kids, you can guess what they did.
They purposely made him mad, just to laugh at his anger. I never knew what was so amusing about this screaming banshee of a kid, everyone was making him mad for laughs. They would laugh at him, make jokes at him, basically bullying him. He would start screaming until the teachers noticed and had to step in.
The worst thing was that the teachers never addressed the issue of bullying. I’ve literally watched teachers watch the kids make fun of him, and do absolutely nothing about it. Heck, I’ve seen teachers make fun of him too, in which case he couldn’t argue and scream back because he wasn’t fully off his rockers.
And there it is, the weird kids.
I hate my school.”
Keep The Fandoms At Home
“There is this girl who goes to my school called Kaylee.
Kaylee has short, curly brown hair, and she was very much like me, a weird obsessed fangirl for Harry Potter and The Hunger Games.
She was also a BIG fan of anime, which I’ve never really gotten into.
The thing she did wrong, was talking about her fandoms at school, while I kept the fandom stuff at home and online. (At least I have the brains to realise I will become a social outcast if I did that)
She had only 1 friend, a (slightly less) weird girl called Ahmali.
She would randomly interrupt conversations by shouting Harry Potter spells at two random people she didn’t know. She would Naruto run full speed down the hallway, regardless of anyone standing in her way.
She went on a trip to The Wizarding World in Florida. She would not shut up about it for three months. Those few weeks away were a relief for everyone.
Can you guess who has her in EVERY single class. Me.
Can you guess who always gets paired up with her for group tasks when we can’t choose? Me.
She would reference fandoms ALL the time. She would make a joke about characters in a fandom and be the only one laughing, which left most people confused.
In April 2019, we went for an overnight school trip. We got to wear casual clothes instead of uniform.
I wore a red turtleneck, a black jacket, black leggings and black flats one day. My hair was down.
She came up to me and yelled something like
‘OMG OMG, YOU LOOK LIKE NATHALIE!’ Nathalie just so happens to be my middle name, which I’ve never told anyone.
‘How do you know my middle name?’ I asked, confused.
‘Not your middle name, Nathalie Sancoeur!’
‘Uh, ok?’ I replied. Who was this Nathalie? What fandom is she from?
I speak French fluently, and the phrase sans coeur in French means ‘heartless’ or ‘without a heart’ Nathalie Heartless? At this point I was confused.
I quickly escaped that conversation and walked away.
I googled the name. A cartoon woman came up. My outfit was the same. Face and hair look nothing like me though, and I don’t wear glasses.
I thought this Nathalie character looked kind of familiar. Turns out she’s from a kid’s tv show called Miraculous Ladybug.
My cousin watches it sometimes when I babysit. She’s 8.
We are 15.
Yeah, she’s really weird.”
“My school was famous for hallway stampedes during spirit week. A freshman stood in front of an oncoming stampede with his hand out as if that was gonna stop them and got absolutely plowed (I’m pretty sure he broke his arm). He then earned the nickname ‘Moses’ for trying to part the stampede as if it was the Red Sea.”
“Now in my school we get our fair share of weird kids, but this one takes the cake. For our purposes let’s call him Bob. Bob is a senior at my school. He is tall with long greasy hair. He has sub-par hygiene and had a stench around him.
One day we were in our foods class, and the teacher was explaining to us why she would be gone for the next couple of days.
She explained to us that her ~12 year old dog was about to die. According to her, her dog’s trachea was collapsing, which was slowly killing it. The dog was in almost constant pain as it died.
After she was done explaining this, we could all see she was very emotional. It was quite obvious that her friend for over a decade was about to die, and we all felt for her, all of course except for Bob.
Bob, the angel of death himself raised his hand.
(A bit of background for this, Bob was infamous for asking rude and unneeded questions. He would ask math questions when we were reviewing a recipe. He would ask very personal questions to the teacher in front of the class. The class already hated him for it, but he was still not despised.)
The teacher was reluctant but let him speak, and that was all he needed. He then uttered the words which would make everyone hate him more than they already did. ‘Why don’t we eat him?’
Almost the whole class had a double take, not believing their ears.
‘What?’ said the teacher.
‘Why don’t we eat him’
While the whole class was in shock he took the time to explain himself, ‘It would be a waste of food if we didn’t. I mean, it’ll die anyway.’
This kid, who looked like Charles II, said these things in front of the teacher very loudly. And cared so little about what would happen. After that happened the teacher started to cry and the TA took over for the rest of the class.
Now we all avoid this monster, and nobody feels bad for him.”
“There is this girl in my class that is considered to be the ‘weird kid’
Let’s call her Janice.
Janice was a grade higher than me, but then she had to repeat another school year for some reason, so she ended up in my class. I felt bad for her.
In the first day of school, she sat in the corner of the class. Which I thought was typical since she had repeated and didn’t want to be the center of the attention.
Few days later she moved to the front of the class, I observed her as she tried and make a few more friends. I can see how my friends weren’t interested in engaging in the conversation, they just respond with ‘Oh’, ‘I see’, ‘okay’. During recess, she’ll get up and start talking to herself. She’ll even start laughing and smiling in the corner of the classroom. I choose to ignore it. A friend of mine wanted to find out what’s going on and asks her why she’s talking to herself. She responded with an ‘I don’t know’ and continued doing her work. It left my friend confused.
Janice then talked to me and my friends. It turns out, she really loves talking about zodiac signs. Apparently she knows almost everyone’s birthday in my class, including their zodiac signs. I asked her if she believed in it and she said a little, but I think she really believed it.
One day, she started to talk to me a lot, I mean a lot! Every time time she enters the classroom, she’ll put down her bag and go straight to me no matter how tired she was. I can still hear her heavy breathing. Every recess and lunch, she’ll talk to me and start a conversation. But mostly she asks for advice on how she can be less weird. So I’m more of her advisor in a way.
But sometimes communicating with Janice is quite difficult because there are 2 ways that she’ll talk to you.
- She’ll cover her mouth with her hands and whisper to you. She often mumbles when she’s tired, so I couldn’t hear a single word she says and I have to ask her to repeat her sentence.
- She’ll bring a note pad and write down whatever she has on her mind and for me. Whenever I read her messages, I would read them out loud. She’ll ask me to shush and read it quietly. The things she wrote aren’t secrets or anything, but I didn’t want to upset her so I just read them quietly.
Janice doesn’t have a lot of friends besides me, so I gotta at least be by her side. I’ve noticed that she has been teased a lot by the students in the next class. A feel bad for her. She regards me as a good friend to her and I really admired that, no matter how ‘weird’ she is. I feel like people like her need some comfort and support in life no matter who they are.”
Why He Lied
I made the mistake of trying to be friendly and being the weird kid’s first positive acquaintance. He had some of the worst acne I’d ever seen and wasn’t a very attractive boy.
Well… he attached to me like a barnacle and appointed me his new best friend. He would gab at me in class and I wasn’t doing the best, grades-wise, anyway. When I’d turn to tell him to leave me alone because he was distracting me, I’d get in trouble. When I’d ignore him he’d just keep gabbing away and I’d get distracted, so my work would show that, and I’d get in trouble. He was a literal attention sponge and there wasn’t anything I could do to make him leave me alone to let me focus.
Then the other folks in our social circle kind of started to notice this kid always had a story that was more traumatic, more impressive, more far-fetched, etc. than anything anyone else said. If you talked about going to see the newest popular movie in theaters, he’d tell you all about how he knew the director personally and was actually an extra in it but you probably wouldn’t see him unless you knew to look. If you talked about liking that new pop song on the radio, he’d tell you he wrote it. If you discussed what you’d major in once you got to college, he’d tell you that he already had several degrees but was just ‘doing high school’ to keep himself from getting bored.
All that stuff about being a licensed commercial pilot, and having worked as a doctor in an ER in China, and how Britney Spears owed him millions in royalties, and how he was directly related to the king-like president of some country in South America… All this got really old really fast. I (and the rest of my friends) would call him out on his obvious lies, and he’d get enraged. His stories would get even wilder.
He’d start invoking threats like saying that he was from a Mafia family and could have a hit out on us in minutes if he wanted to. He’d start saying that he could have all the funding pulled from whatever extracurriculars we enjoyed. He’d claim to have connections to all the lawyers in town and he’d sue us and our families into oblivion.
You couldn’t win with this kid. And I felt guilty… soooooo guilty, for being the one to try and be nice to him on his first day. I brought that pox upon my friends. Yikes.
Then over summer between junior and senior years… he vanished. Didn’t come back to school. I assume his family moved again. I was relieved but always curious as to where he went.
A couple years back I let curiosity kill the cat and looked him up on Facebook. Couldn’t find him but I did find his dad, who had the same name. I only knew it was his dad because his profile was very public and there were lots of pictures of that boy all over his page. But the boy never seemed to look older than he did in high school. Then I started reading what the dad was writing on his pictures of his son. Anniversaries since he left this world. Anniversaries of his death. And I learned a lot about him that I never knew before.
The boy had a congenital heart defect that he never told any of us about in high school. He suffered seizures and none of us knew. He probably knew way back then in high school that he wouldn’t make it to 30 years of age, but never let that on. Instead he invented his wild stories and lived a rich life in his tall tales where he got to accomplish all the things he probably knew he wouldn’t get to in reality.
He ended up suffering a grand mal seizure and stroke at age 23. He was placed in a coma for a few weeks, suffered another seizure in his sleep, and his heart finally stopped. His family knew he wouldn’t recover from the stroke, but held onto him until the very end.
I think about how annoying and how outrageous he was… and how quick to judge I and my other friends were about him. How badly we teased him. He was just trying to have a good time before he went, and he never burdened us with the knowledge that he’d be gone in a couple years. Of all the wild things he said that was never one of them. If he had confessed that to us, we probably wouldn’t have believed him… because nothing else he said was all that believable.
Maybe in another universe with another timeline, he’s still alive and doing all the wonderful things he talked about doing. If there’s an afterlife, I hope he’s living it as big as he talked about here on Earth.”
Mobster Wanna Be
“Well he would come to school dressed like a mobster, white suit, shirt, shoes. When talking he would only bring up stuff he does with his girlfriend. He didn’t get bullied people just felt uncomfortable around him because he clearly didn’t have good social skills. Problem is, he was a real prick and wanted to get a bad boy reputation. So one day he got up from his chair and just left. Teacher said, ‘Did (guy’s name) just leave? Ah, never mind’. Nobody cared about it, his plan backfired, it just made him look weirder.”
“It was a student I had. She would sometimes get in moods and act like a dog. She would bark and growl at the kids while we were at circle time. One time she was in her “dog state” and came into the middle of the circle on the rug and peed. That was sure a time.”
He Paid THEM
“Used to pay people to kick him in his privates. Like lots of money. Think he got some sort of weird pleasure out of it. He also pooped his pants in the hallway and it fell out on the floor. That was freshman year.”
Drive Your Tractor To School Day
“I went to a school right on the edge of the suburbs/country, there was a kid who would really do anything to get attention, whether it was hitting on teachers or pulling off childish pranks. One day he ended up driving a tractor to school and parking it diagonal through about 10 parking spaces. The police had to get involved and he was temporarily suspended.”
From Hot To “Hot”
“One kid wore a puffer jacket every single day of the year and refused to take it off. He sat at the weird kid table. He got a heatstroke on the last day of school and they had to cut it off him. He moved away that summer and then moved back 3 years later, and he was easily now the hottest guy in school—grew maybe a foot, started working out, and had a funny personality on top of that. Overall, was a great guy, but really had some strange cringey moments in his early days.”
She Had Everybody Fooled
Ok so the weird kid was this girl who was 50% looney and 50% putting on an act. She really did have some kind of psychological problem and spent time in a facility for a while for it, but she was never quite right.
Like, she worshipped a DVD copy of Sweeny Todd. She’d take it out in class, read the back of the case, read the paper insert, then lick the disc.
She’d often sit there and talk to herself about how she couldn’t stop people from listening to her. Granted we could all hear her, I don’t think we were who she was talking to herself about.
She’d Naruto run in the halls and wear cat ears. Yeah, she was that kid too.
All that being said, if you just talked to her she was a pretty normal person. A bit excitable, but normal conversation came easy for her. That’s how I found out she was acting weird on purpose.
I’d always heard she had some crazy religion, but I didn’t know what it was. The first time I was sitting next to her I saw her Flying Spaghetti Monster sticker on a notebook and just said, ‘Ay, a fellow Pastafarian!’ Her eyes lit up. It was as if someone had bought her a brand new copy of Sweeny Todd on DVD. She told me I was the first person to figure out that she was an Atheist and didn’t actually believe in a Spaghetti Monster.
So, yeah, I don’t know. I think she just needed some proper meds and a counselor. Someone to just talk to, ya know. A decent person, just misunderstood.
Got no clue where she’s at now. Wherever she is, I hope her and whoever is listening to her are both happy.”
“He wore a kilt. Wasn’t Scottish or Irish, just did it in an attempt to provoke a response from the school. The dress code didn’t prohibit the kilt so nobody initially cared. It became an issue when the smell started bothering people. His parents only bought him one and he went weeks without washing it. The smell of sweat and BO was so bad he was sent home and told to come back in clean clothes. After that, he was ostracized, while not directly bullied, because he now had a reputation as someone who tried to provoke confrontations with the school or other students.”
“Settle in, This is gonna be a long one. In middle school, I knew this kid named tom, I had seen him around in elementary but didnt talk to him until 6th grade. He was pretty chill, but I slowly realized how weird he truly was.
By 7th grade, We knew him as ‘The Goat,’ not meaning the greatest of all time, meaning he would eat anything. He went as far as to eat the ‘Do Not Eat’ Packet from some kid’s beef jerky. His one weakness was ketchup for some reason. He smelled noticeably bad and had a singular whisker protruding from his upper lip.
In the 8th grade, he became obsessed with ‘The Knife Game,’ he would tell me about his failed attempts and show what happened to his fingers during those attempts. That reminds me of when he tried making a crossbow in 6th grade and cut himself so hard with a bagel knife that he cut a freaking nerve in his finger. He rammed his head into lockers and fell down the stairs for attention. The kid was weird.
He had a really bad home life, with his dad being in jail for as long as he could remember and his mom being a heavy drinker. It was almost a daily occurrence for him to come to school and tell me ‘my mom locked me out again last night’. Poor guy. He ended up switching to another school in 9th grade, and that was the last I heard of him. Wonder where he is now
“Not sure if this really counts since we were in college but, I am sure she was the weird kid at every other level of school as well.
I showed up to my first anthropology class and sat next to this weird looking girl. I didn’t want to discriminate. She looked like a dirty hobo but hey, it was Colorado. Lot’s of people look like dirty hobos. After a discreet sniff in her direction, I sat.
Well, that was a big freaking mistake. She took off her dirty sandal, and picked up her dirty foot, and proceeded to chew off her big toenail.
I absolutely did gather my things back up and go sit somewhere else. I will never forget the sound of her teeth breaking through a toenail.”
Whole Gang Of Weird Kids
“We had 2 weird kids in school. One was eating spaghetti at lunch one day and there was a giant hair in it, we told him he was eating the lunch ladies hair and he just kept going to town on the food. He also used to try and rub himself on objects and people.
There was also a kid in elementary school who was constantly sick and barely went to school. He was really antisocial, it was like he didn’t learn how to be around other kids because he was constantly in and out of the hospital. He left one day and never came back and we all thought he died until years later when he showed up to high school. Turns out he had missed so much school that his parents took him out and homeschooled him. He was still really weird and off-putting but at least he was alive. Everyone was always really overly nice to him so that may be why he seemed so socially awkward.
I also knew a girl who rubbed poop all over herself and would have her dog lick it off. She also enjoyed eating it. I met her in a partial hospitalization program though, so most people were weird there. It was a mix of teens who refused to go to school and kids with severe psychiatric disorders.”