7:35 I can fully believe this because as a child I wrote a detailed story about my uncle dying from cancer. The teacher had a talk with my parents about why I did it and the truth was revealed: I had writers block and that was the only thing I could think of. 5 year old me was odd.
I did the same thing as a kid except I was convinced that my grandma died because of me. Because two weeks before she died I got a bad feeling about her and told my mom that she was going to die. My teacher was really concerned at the fact I believed it was my fault and then I had to do school counseling meet ups once a week for the rest of the year.
In English/Writing class I’ve written pretty dark stuff since 8th grade. First thing that got me a call home was me writing about gender dysphoria. I’m a senior currently and am taking a Creative Writing class. We recently got to do peer reviews (reading other students’ work and critiquing it.) One student I was paired with wrote a short story depicting lynching. It was so chilling and horrifying, yet so beautifully written. I absolutely adore gut wrenching stories that make you have to do a double take while reading, and I definitely think that other student I reviewed has so much potential as a writer.
Not a teacher, but this story happened in one of my classes a few years ago, and I think about it regularly. My 8th grade spanish teacher did this activity called “circle talks” where she asked a question and the class passed around a talking piece, and you had to answer the question when it got to you. (Usually you didn’t answer in spanish, my teacher mainly used it as a way to get to know the students better.) This story took place on the last day of school for the year, where my teacher did one final circle talk, basically making us reflect on our experiences and achievements in the past school year. At one point we got to the question “what was your favorite memory of the past school year?” The talking piece eventually got around to this one girl that I had never heard say a word before, and for most days she wasn’t even in school. And for the first time I had ever heard her talk, she answered the question with “my dad got arrested”. She simply passed the talking piece to the next person and refused to elaborate. Needless to say, the class was pretty shocked at her response. I’ve never seen her in school after that incident. I think back to this moment occasionally, and I hope she’s doing better now.
A much more wholesome version. So my sister is a history teacher who also teaches English too. She had one student who seemed absolutely obsessed with war stories - like the stories of civilians in war and how people suffered during WWII. During creative writing, he asked if he coudl write anything (as long as it was school appropriate - so no erotica or hardcore violence) and she saw the look on his face when she admitted "Yes". She expected something like Nazi fanfiction ...yet she got act one of an opera following a multi-generation household during an offscreen war and how it was affecting them.
Not a teacher, but I feel like this fits the topic: In my freshman year of high school, one of my classmates suddenly passed away due to a severe allergic reaction. Apparently he was just eating at a local restaurant with friends and decided to took a small piece of food from one of their plates... unfortunately it had come into contact with something he was severely allergic to - I believe it was gluten - which was enough to hospitalize him. He was stuck in a coma for several days before his parents decided to pull the plug. Class the day after everyone found out was some of the most awkward, somber experiences in my life. My maternal grandparents' funerals were not as solemn as the classrooms that day. Barely anyone talked. No teaching was done. It was especially harrowing in my English class, which I had shared with him. Some of the school counselors were there trying to console everyone, as was our teacher, but not a single student (including me) said a single word the entire class. The boy's parents became major food allergy-awareness activists, running many charity events, and ended up creating a scholarship fund in their sons honor. So as horribly sad as this story is, hopefully this means less people have to go through experiences like that.
This is me when I was a student- when I was in first grade going to second my dad died, and in third a really big school event had the third grade teacher not teach us anything, so I was spiraling in depression and lacking in education. My fourth grade teacher really helped me- she not only gave me education to catch up but she was a real pillar of hope to me with how everything was going in my childhood life.
After hearing about the special ed classes, I'm dyslexic and I feel glad I wasn't put into those classes. I needed extra help but I didn't have behavior issues and I'm very focused so being around over active kids would have hurt my ability to learn. not all special needs are the same.
The rabbit one horrified me. Just because the mom loved it more than him does NOT justiy his actions. As the owner of two rabbits, I will hate him forever
It was a horrific story, no child of shy age should be able to torment something alive like that. I had my eyes gouged out by a bully and lost most of my vision because of that. People like that child never grow into good people.
Not me, but a colleague teacher in a primary school I worked years ago. Some Backstory: I live in Brazil and usually teach 6th to 9th graders only, because the main school I work with is exclusively for that grade level. But that year I was doing extra teaching in a 1st to 6th grade school, and a teacher from 3rd grade seemed upset. So she told me the interaction she just had with one of her third graders; she was apparently falling asleep in class a lot. When asked, the little girl said that she had trouble sleeping the last nights because " the microwave was very loud ". My colleague was very confused, and so was I, so the girl explained WHAT was the "microwave". Apparently she lives in a community controlled by gangs and there is an empty lot next to her house that they use to end people.... she described exactly how they put old tires around a person, douse them in gasoline and set them on fire, and those screams were what kept her up all night. I was horrified.
The drug cartels or whatever in South America, and I suppose Mexico, sound vicious. Always freaking horror stories about them, like they heard about medieval torture techniques and thought "challenge accepted."
As a kid I would sometimes randomly mention the darkest parts of my life at the time with no concern, and I'm pretty sure I got my parents into some trouble on accident. Imagine this; you're speaking to a ~5 year old young child and you're talking about, I don't know, reading and books you like. Then they just drop "Oh, I like to read this one book while mom and dad scream at eachother in the kitchen. It's about... (whatever the book is about)". Yeah I got some weird looks as a kid.
I can only imagine what my teacher dealt with, one time I walked into class after lunch break with a bunch of bloody bandages around my hand and I just look at him, shrugged, and said "I fell" and I just continued on like I wasn't bleeding profusely. for anyone wondering, I was goofing around and tipped over a giant football (soccer) goal and when I tried to put it back up I slipped and cut myself on a sharp rock, I did eventually get it back up but I was just casually walking through the hallway with blood dripping off my hand, then a girl saw me and went pale, then I realized, "oh right, I should probably wrap this" so I grabbed some bandages from my bag and wrapped my hand up. this was 8th grade btw.
When I was 18 my dad took my mom's life. I'll never forget how quiet my high school was (this was my junior year, and my high school was quiet the rest of the year (this was May 2009)). I still remember my speech to my English/US History Honors class (it was a mundane speech when i now think of it), but the saddest part was hugging my classmates because I was a loner throughout middle school and high school without my own group of friends. Some of my classmates we play on the football team, some we grew up together since elementary school, and some we knew each other since middle school. As an adult now after all these years later. Some have passed away, some are in jail, some are still single, and some are happily married. It was an interesting moment when I showed up at a high school reunion because nobody thought of keeping in touch with me. Thankfully, I never help my lowest and darkest moment in my life keep me down.
I have a rare genetic condition and I was very ill in high school. I mean dying, looking and acting like I was ill, throwing up in front of my friends-it was a very dark experience for me and my family. I was hospitalized several times, one of which my entire class sent "We Miss You" cards to me. Thankfully over the summer I had a kidney transplant and got much better.
a few years ago a kid a my school was expelled for punching a teacher in the face and running away. the kid was said to be abused but, he was the type of person who would threaten people for no real reason, constantly start fights, and act like a wanna be gangster, haven't seen him for two years now, he just kinda left with no trace
Only related through the vodka in a water bottle but I had a boss and he was an alcoholic. Vodka was his poison and he kept his in a water bottle because his wife didn't approve. She was very religious and didn't drink and didn't want their daughter around drinking. One day he comes to work to and tells me, I have a funny story to tell you. Ok shoot. Story goes, he goes home the day before and when he gets out of the car he grabs his vodka and takes it in and starts mixing drinks. But the drinks aren't working, so he says he finally finishes off his vodka, has a few beers, which do seem to work, and he goes to bed. Gets up the next morning, goes about his day and then gets in his car to head to work. As he's driving he picks up his water bottle he left in the car and takes a giant swig. I'm sure you've already guessed it wasn't water. He'd been mixing water in his drinks the night before. The dummy. So we laugh and finish the day out. Come back the next day and he has ANOTHER story. This time he made sure it was vodka he had in his bottle. So, my boss and his wife are Hindu and it was a holy week where she was fasting and stuff like that (This was almost 10 years ago so my info may be a little wrong). He'd set the bottle of "water" down by the sink and his wife, thinking it's water, picks it up and takes a huge swig of straight vodka. She was PIIIIIIISSED. He said they fought all night long. I say good for her because that jackamo would drink and drive and I don't agree with that in any way. We used to call the city on him when we would leave from work some nights. Also, I apologize because I apparently can't tell a short story!
I grew up in a very small town in a place where honor unalivings are a common stuff and it could happen sometimes even for something as simple as giving the opposite gender the time of the day. Not so often nowadays, generally super hush hush and thankfully not that much in my own town. A girl a year younger than me had a boyfriend and one day, police came to school and took this girl and I have never seen her again. We later found out the previous day the bf took her home, drugged her, did stuff and recorded it and then sent it to EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON he had ever met and put it on social media. He was arrested the same day because the bastard didn't even try to hide anything and the reason was, she was scared her parents would find out and harm her so she wanted out. Poor girl didn't even know why she was being taken away and made a scene because she was having a nervous breakdown. The principal took everyone's phones away and those who shared the video or saw but not said anything to him was either expelled or severely punished. The parents also didn't know by then I believe. She was like 16 I guess. The father of the girl unalived the boy, her mom and looked for her everywhere but couldn't find her so he eventually unalived himself. I heard through the grapevine that a teacher contacted her aunt and told her about it and the aunt knew people to take action immediately by taking her before the parents found out. She changed her name and just disappeared. that was the scandal of the decade in my hometown.
Not a teacher, but in highschool i end up rakning to this guy, immigrant from Afghanistan, and he tells me how he lost his family before coming to Europe. Some border, I don’t quite remember details, were him, his mom and his little brother. There were shots, his mom grabs his brother and screams at him to just run. He runs, doesn’t look back, and when he does turn around, he’s on his own. Last time he ever saw them. I dunno how old he was at the time, but he can’t have been older than 16-17 when I met him. Pretty sure he had PTSD, judging from what I heard about later.
There was this kid in my class, im no teacher was a student He ended up trying to sleep with a 6 year old on school grounds, he's in a weelchair now from the beating he got from the 6 year olds uncle
Kindergarten TA one of our kids from Thailand told me about the day his grandfather was shot in the head in front of the whole family. That's how the family got the refugee visa. They were Hmong and grandpa wasn't the only one but the last one
I'm not a teacher but I saw this is a class me and my class was sharing a room with when I was in 9th grade One day I was sharing a class with another i was in a class that was a program for kids who are very behind in class (so was this other class) but the teacher was out of the room for at most 5-10 minutes and this kid from the other class took off all his clothing and got naked when I came back with a teacher all the girls (from both classes) were waiting for Me to come back with help, the teacher moved the two classes to another room and had us continue the lecture like nothing happened
I would try to make myself look shady and creepy by always hiding my face with my hoodie someone called me dust dust sans once after becoming a huge undertale fan.
Okay the kid offering the traumatized kids his dogs puppies was kinda adorable though
"Take some time for yourself, do what you gotta do"
That made me cry, that made me feel so validated - thank you
Same❤❤
7:35 I can fully believe this because as a child I wrote a detailed story about my uncle dying from cancer. The teacher had a talk with my parents about why I did it and the truth was revealed: I had writers block and that was the only thing I could think of. 5 year old me was odd.
Nahhh- when six ye old me lost my dad I was equally if not more weird abt it
I did the same thing as a kid except I was convinced that my grandma died because of me. Because two weeks before she died I got a bad feeling about her and told my mom that she was going to die. My teacher was really concerned at the fact I believed it was my fault and then I had to do school counseling meet ups once a week for the rest of the year.
In English/Writing class I’ve written pretty dark stuff since 8th grade. First thing that got me a call home was me writing about gender dysphoria. I’m a senior currently and am taking a Creative Writing class. We recently got to do peer reviews (reading other students’ work and critiquing it.)
One student I was paired with wrote a short story depicting lynching. It was so chilling and horrifying, yet so beautifully written.
I absolutely adore gut wrenching stories that make you have to do a double take while reading, and I definitely think that other student I reviewed has so much potential as a writer.
Not a teacher, but this story happened in one of my classes a few years ago, and I think about it regularly. My 8th grade spanish teacher did this activity called “circle talks” where she asked a question and the class passed around a talking piece, and you had to answer the question when it got to you. (Usually you didn’t answer in spanish, my teacher mainly used it as a way to get to know the students better.) This story took place on the last day of school for the year, where my teacher did one final circle talk, basically making us reflect on our experiences and achievements in the past school year. At one point we got to the question “what was your favorite memory of the past school year?” The talking piece eventually got around to this one girl that I had never heard say a word before, and for most days she wasn’t even in school. And for the first time I had ever heard her talk, she answered the question with “my dad got arrested”. She simply passed the talking piece to the next person and refused to elaborate. Needless to say, the class was pretty shocked at her response. I’ve never seen her in school after that incident. I think back to this moment occasionally, and I hope she’s doing better now.
A much more wholesome version.
So my sister is a history teacher who also teaches English too. She had one student who seemed absolutely obsessed with war stories - like the stories of civilians in war and how people suffered during WWII. During creative writing, he asked if he coudl write anything (as long as it was school appropriate - so no erotica or hardcore violence) and she saw the look on his face when she admitted "Yes". She expected something like Nazi fanfiction
...yet she got act one of an opera following a multi-generation household during an offscreen war and how it was affecting them.
Not a teacher, but I feel like this fits the topic: In my freshman year of high school, one of my classmates suddenly passed away due to a severe allergic reaction. Apparently he was just eating at a local restaurant with friends and decided to took a small piece of food from one of their plates... unfortunately it had come into contact with something he was severely allergic to - I believe it was gluten - which was enough to hospitalize him. He was stuck in a coma for several days before his parents decided to pull the plug. Class the day after everyone found out was some of the most awkward, somber experiences in my life. My maternal grandparents' funerals were not as solemn as the classrooms that day. Barely anyone talked. No teaching was done. It was especially harrowing in my English class, which I had shared with him. Some of the school counselors were there trying to console everyone, as was our teacher, but not a single student (including me) said a single word the entire class.
The boy's parents became major food allergy-awareness activists, running many charity events, and ended up creating a scholarship fund in their sons honor. So as horribly sad as this story is, hopefully this means less people have to go through experiences like that.
This is me when I was a student- when I was in first grade going to second my dad died, and in third a really big school event had the third grade teacher not teach us anything, so I was spiraling in depression and lacking in education. My fourth grade teacher really helped me- she not only gave me education to catch up but she was a real pillar of hope to me with how everything was going in my childhood life.
Teachers have such an important role.
After hearing about the special ed classes, I'm dyslexic and I feel glad I wasn't put into those classes. I needed extra help but I didn't have behavior issues and I'm very focused so being around over active kids would have hurt my ability to learn. not all special needs are the same.
Oh fuck, this was a tough listen. But thank you very much, because your commentary was perfect! Empathetic and honest. Great video!
The rabbit one horrified me. Just because the mom loved it more than him does NOT justiy his actions. As the owner of two rabbits, I will hate him forever
It was a horrific story, no child of shy age should be able to torment something alive like that.
I had my eyes gouged out by a bully and lost most of my vision because of that. People like that child never grow into good people.
i love the feed back you give on these videos its so heartwarming
Not me, but a colleague teacher in a primary school I worked years ago. Some Backstory: I live in Brazil and usually teach 6th to 9th graders only, because the main school I work with is exclusively for that grade level. But that year I was doing extra teaching in a 1st to 6th grade school, and a teacher from 3rd grade seemed upset. So she told me the interaction she just had with one of her third graders; she was apparently falling asleep in class a lot. When asked, the little girl said that she had trouble sleeping the last nights because " the microwave was very loud ". My colleague was very confused, and so was I, so the girl explained WHAT was the "microwave".
Apparently she lives in a community controlled by gangs and there is an empty lot next to her house that they use to end people.... she described exactly how they put old tires around a person, douse them in gasoline and set them on fire, and those screams were what kept her up all night. I was horrified.
The drug cartels or whatever in South America, and I suppose Mexico, sound vicious. Always freaking horror stories about them, like they heard about medieval torture techniques and thought "challenge accepted."
By the name "microwave" I thought it would be an electric chair or something
@@EricChiEric i will never try to understand the logic behind some of the names i hear for things here... 🤷🏾♀️
i love dark stuff (i'm black)
Okie dokie
Really 😒
NICE. I needed that laugh today
So ur Asian
self love is important
As a kid I would sometimes randomly mention the darkest parts of my life at the time with no concern, and I'm pretty sure I got my parents into some trouble on accident. Imagine this; you're speaking to a ~5 year old young child and you're talking about, I don't know, reading and books you like. Then they just drop "Oh, I like to read this one book while mom and dad scream at eachother in the kitchen. It's about... (whatever the book is about)". Yeah I got some weird looks as a kid.
Let’s get something straight: The uncle didn’t kill himself out of shame. He killed himself to avoid punishment
I can only imagine what my teacher dealt with, one time I walked into class after lunch break with a bunch of bloody bandages around my hand and I just look at him, shrugged, and said "I fell" and I just continued on like I wasn't bleeding profusely.
for anyone wondering, I was goofing around and tipped over a giant football (soccer) goal and when I tried to put it back up I slipped and cut myself on a sharp rock, I did eventually get it back up but I was just casually walking through the hallway with blood dripping off my hand, then a girl saw me and went pale, then I realized, "oh right, I should probably wrap this" so I grabbed some bandages from my bag and wrapped my hand up.
this was 8th grade btw.
I work in a female facility (prison) occasionally, and you wouldn't believe the rate of trafficking they deal with.
Not sure i would have convinced someone who touched me sexually against my will to *not* off themselves, so that girl has more conviction then i do.
When I was 18 my dad took my mom's life. I'll never forget how quiet my high school was (this was my junior year, and my high school was quiet the rest of the year (this was May 2009)). I still remember my speech to my English/US History Honors class (it was a mundane speech when i now think of it), but the saddest part was hugging my classmates because I was a loner throughout middle school and high school without my own group of friends. Some of my classmates we play on the football team, some we grew up together since elementary school, and some we knew each other since middle school.
As an adult now after all these years later. Some have passed away, some are in jail, some are still single, and some are happily married. It was an interesting moment when I showed up at a high school reunion because nobody thought of keeping in touch with me. Thankfully, I never help my lowest and darkest moment in my life keep me down.
Dark stuff? Just wait until you see my mind. All sorts of horrors await, like imaginaing freak accidents happening at family locations.
Istg if most of my classmates make it to the double digit grades I will have enough drama to feed me for a year
I have a rare genetic condition and I was very ill in high school. I mean dying, looking and acting like I was ill, throwing up in front of my friends-it was a very dark experience for me and my family. I was hospitalized several times, one of which my entire class sent "We Miss You" cards to me. Thankfully over the summer I had a kidney transplant and got much better.
The kid who like the girls skin…. That’s horrifying.
that shit sounds like rimworld
sounds like something you'd hear from my old middle school, everyone there was hella unhinged.
Some student might have brought in Vantablack, that would be a funny one.
a few years ago a kid a my school was expelled for punching a teacher in the face and running away. the kid was said to be abused but, he was the type of person who would threaten people for no real reason, constantly start fights, and act like a wanna be gangster, haven't seen him for two years now, he just kinda left with no trace
The water in a vodka bottle thing is actually pretty fucking funny
I'm Canadian and drink ice tea out of a maple syrup bottle (it's also shaped like a maple leaf)
Only related through the vodka in a water bottle but I had a boss and he was an alcoholic. Vodka was his poison and he kept his in a water bottle because his wife didn't approve. She was very religious and didn't drink and didn't want their daughter around drinking.
One day he comes to work to and tells me, I have a funny story to tell you. Ok shoot. Story goes, he goes home the day before and when he gets out of the car he grabs his vodka and takes it in and starts mixing drinks. But the drinks aren't working, so he says he finally finishes off his vodka, has a few beers, which do seem to work, and he goes to bed.
Gets up the next morning, goes about his day and then gets in his car to head to work. As he's driving he picks up his water bottle he left in the car and takes a giant swig. I'm sure you've already guessed it wasn't water. He'd been mixing water in his drinks the night before. The dummy.
So we laugh and finish the day out. Come back the next day and he has ANOTHER story. This time he made sure it was vodka he had in his bottle.
So, my boss and his wife are Hindu and it was a holy week where she was fasting and stuff like that (This was almost 10 years ago so my info may be a little wrong). He'd set the bottle of "water" down by the sink and his wife, thinking it's water, picks it up and takes a huge swig of straight vodka. She was PIIIIIIISSED. He said they fought all night long.
I say good for her because that jackamo would drink and drive and I don't agree with that in any way. We used to call the city on him when we would leave from work some nights. Also, I apologize because I apparently can't tell a short story!
Yeah I always hear the opposite lmao
@@SuspiciouslyCatShapedPotato that is the most candian thing ive ever heard in my whole life
I grew up in a very small town in a place where honor unalivings are a common stuff and it could happen sometimes even for something as simple as giving the opposite gender the time of the day. Not so often nowadays, generally super hush hush and thankfully not that much in my own town.
A girl a year younger than me had a boyfriend and one day, police came to school and took this girl and I have never seen her again. We later found out the previous day the bf took her home, drugged her, did stuff and recorded it and then sent it to EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON he had ever met and put it on social media. He was arrested the same day because the bastard didn't even try to hide anything and the reason was, she was scared her parents would find out and harm her so she wanted out.
Poor girl didn't even know why she was being taken away and made a scene because she was having a nervous breakdown. The principal took everyone's phones away and those who shared the video or saw but not said anything to him was either expelled or severely punished. The parents also didn't know by then I believe. She was like 16 I guess. The father of the girl unalived the boy, her mom and looked for her everywhere but couldn't find her so he eventually unalived himself. I heard through the grapevine that a teacher contacted her aunt and told her about it and the aunt knew people to take action immediately by taking her before the parents found out. She changed her name and just disappeared.
that was the scandal of the decade in my hometown.
Not a teacher, but in highschool i end up rakning to this guy, immigrant from Afghanistan, and he tells me how he lost his family before coming to Europe. Some border, I don’t quite remember details, were him, his mom and his little brother. There were shots, his mom grabs his brother and screams at him to just run. He runs, doesn’t look back, and when he does turn around, he’s on his own. Last time he ever saw them.
I dunno how old he was at the time, but he can’t have been older than 16-17 when I met him. Pretty sure he had PTSD, judging from what I heard about later.
There was this kid in my class, im no teacher was a student
He ended up trying to sleep with a 6 year old on school grounds, he's in a weelchair now from the beating he got from the 6 year olds uncle
These kind of videos make me think like the world just full of pdf files
Kindergarten TA
one of our kids from Thailand told me about the day his grandfather was shot in the head in front of the whole family.
That's how the family got the refugee visa. They were Hmong and grandpa wasn't the only one but the last one
You read that second story about thought "hmm, sounds legit!" and actually added to the video... Boy, stop.
I'm not a teacher but I saw this is a class me and my class was sharing a room with when I was in 9th grade
One day I was sharing a class with another i was in a class that was a program for kids who are very behind in class (so was this other class) but the teacher was out of the room for at most 5-10 minutes and this kid from the other class took off all his clothing and got naked when I came back with a teacher all the girls (from both classes) were waiting for Me to come back with help, the teacher moved the two classes to another room and had us continue the lecture like nothing happened
the sad storys always makes me cry edit: had to change spelling worng
Student threatned my life, does that count?
I was literally in bed cuddling with my rabbit. Oh my god. Gonna give him some more cuddles and a treat
If my teacher saw this it would prob be me writing murder stories in grade like 1-3
Using banned substances in class
2:56 PETA Finna go crazy
I would try to make myself look shady and creepy by always hiding my face with my hoodie someone called me dust dust sans once after becoming a huge undertale fan.
their skin?
Exchange student from Kenya.
i'm so early omg this has never happened before yipieee
Uncle in story 4 is a coward
7:37 imo things like that should be taken much more seriously.
Oh god this will be vary sad
6:45 coffin of Andy and ley ley type of shit
The last humans are just terrible imo
when the quiet kid gets up suddenly 😳
3rd
Second hah ha