#schoolfail

[kg1316]

Who are you?

a.....

class topper

fail

barely pass

average

Voting ended onMar 3, 2025

[chaunceylovesbitly]

darn... kids were just a bitly link away from meeting mrs claus

[astarixow-blog]

* teacher's phone rings with usual teacher's phone ringtone*

School teacher: who's phone is that??

[late-night-tragedy]

F.M.L

when you sick

its da last day of school

you aint gonna do anything anyway

BUT YOU STILL GOTTA GO

[leilanithings]

With friends (and family) like these...

In high school, I went through a period of depression and self-hate as, I’m sure, everyone does. One day, at my best friend’s house, we decided to finger-paint as a release (that’s how bad-ass we were) and I did the usual skulls and knives and “I want to die” motifs... in my favorite colors - greens and blues. We set the papers out to dry, and I went home.

The next morning, went to school, said hi to the people I knew (including best friend), and went to class. Halfway through first class,the school nurse comes and pulls me out of class, plonks me in the her office, and tells me I’m not allowed to leave until my parents come pick me up: my best friend had given my painting and the 3″ (pink) pocketknife I’d left at her house to the nurse and said she was afraid I was going to kill myself. No mention of this that morning to me, mind you, just to the nurse.

My mum, being the compassionate person she is, said she was too busy and couldn’t be bothered to pick me up until after school. Busy with what? Running errands and shopping - she was a stay-at-home mum. So for six hours, I’m trapped in the nurse’s office, not allowed to go to the regular bathrooms (they had a stall in the office), or my locker for my lunch (one of my better friends brought it to me), or even a book to read (the only book in the office was Watership Down, a very uplifting book), because I might off myself in the school hallways. 

Other than the friend who brought me my lunch, I wasn’t even allowed visitors, because you know how crazy teenagers are. The 21-year-old stalker I’d acquired that year was allowed in, unescorted, unsupervised, because he was an ADULT... alone with a teenage female. Logic.

After everyone else had gone home, my mum finally show up to collect me, and is ordered to take me to the local psychiatric hospital. We had all heard stories about this place - chaining residents to their beds, keeping them heavily medicated, not feeding or cleaning them well - and these were given extra weight because my best friend’s mom worked there, and could verify them. So we’re heading there, my mum so angry she’s not even acknowledging my presence in the car, and I’m wavering between royally pissed off and scared for my life - of the hospital or what will happen when we get home, I”m not sure. 

Get to the hospital, get plonked in a plain white room, alone, and told to wait. Nothing to look at, nothing to do but stew in my fears. After a while (no clock in the room, I’m not allowed belongings), a doctor comes in, asks me if I’m okay (”FINE!”), if I”m happy at home (”YUP!”), if my parents sexually abuse me ((wtf??) “Nope!”), if I wanted to kill myself (”Nope!”), if my parents sexually abuse me (”Nope!), if I feel safe at school (”Yup!”), if my parents sexually abuse me (”Nope!”)... see a pattern? 

For three hours, I sat in a stark white room, not allowed to talk to anyone but a succession of doctors who would interrogate me on their pet theory of why kids are f**ked up: sexual abuse (from family, friends, or strangers), drugs, sex addiction, drinking, gambling, money issues, low self-esteem... never made any mention about mental or emotional abuse, curiously. For three hours, I used every bit of skill I had to fake being the happiest, care-free, sane, together, untroubled producer of sunshine and skittles that I could because I was more afraid of them than of what was waiting at home. Finally, after growing tired of my unchanging stream of happiness, they decided I wasn’t a threat to myself and sent me home. Total bill: $350 (that would have been half our rent for a 4-bedroom house at the time). 

The ride home was, alas, not so silent. My mum didn’t even ask for an explanation, she went off the deep end about how I was an attention whore, wanting to be special, all I had to do was ask if I wanted to be paid attention to, why the f**k did I pull this stunt, did I know how much money that cost, that would be paid for by my allowance, I was grounded for a month, stop wasting everyone’s time, I’d ruined her day, what would the other parents think, etc etc. 

I was sent to my room on arriving home, only grudgingly allowed out to dinner (which was late, my fault, and she made sure everyone knew why it was late), and my sisters weren’t allowed to talk to me over the meal. I was told to stay in my room til they’d finished getting ready for me, and was allowed 5 minutes to do the same on my own -  no talking. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well.  

The next day at school, my best friend wouldn’t even stay in the same room when I walked in. Other friends tried to tell me she was just worried about me, but I never trusted any of them after that. School made me join its group therapy meeting every Wednesday during third period, and if there’s a great way to single someone out and make them feel ostracized, forcing them to walk out of the class to “meet with the other psychos” is near the top of the list. We moved away a year later, but lesson learned. 

[lilmissrae82]

I'm sorry but do they spell check these worksheets before they give them out to who knows how many schools? I wonder how many other parents caught this... #schoolfail #wtfpublicschool

[niloufii]

so this happened a few days ago to my friend

*someone tapping their pen on the table*

my friend: HEY, SHUT THE FUCK UP

teacher: YOUNG MAN, please raise your hand when you want to talk :))))))

???6?

[threeby3]

When you have to drive to school and sign the kids in late (with bed head and baby breakfast down your t-shirt) because your husband couldn't face seeing the receptionist’s pitying face again this week, as she handed him the sign in book. The struggle. Is real.