Classmates you still hate to this day

I was homeschooled.

KICK ME I SMELL is not a witty variation on the fucking meme. A photo of a runway model, however, is, even if I'm not sure what the fuck you're trying to get at, fucker.

jesus... all of them, IIRC.

too many to name! i'll start with JERRY WALLING from 1st grade, a girl who was such a tattle. Also, Aaron Bachenstedt from 3rd grade -- he always pushed me down in gym class, wore wife beaters to school and at one point had a rat perched on his shoulder for an entire school day. how was this allowed?

There was this kid named Jeffrey something-or-other, big ol' behemoth beast of a teenager at somewhere near 6'8" and 300 some lbs., he had been a friend of mine in middle school (on the CHESS TEAM how much nerdier can it get?) who had grown into the most horrendous douchebag in only two short years. He would routinely grab my bookbag and stick it places I couldn't reach (I was only about 5'11" at the time) right before classes and laugh like it was the funniest joke of all time. Assclown!

i might check out Friends Re-united for the first time in ages. pretty much all the people i hated at school i figure haven't even heard of it or hardly ever use the internet. ha ha thickos.

Also, to that annoying blonde-haired spaz in my 6th-grade class that managed to out spaz the 2nd graders and make me feel good about my shit-ass station in elementary school - SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

I might need one of those velcro stress toys (and a drink or 10) if I get on a roll.

Cliché of clichés: the d00d who used to whinge about being stuck in a class full of benders had sex with the only openly gay guy in my old school

Also, this isn't a "hate" thing, but I really wish the kid I sat behind in 5th & 6th grade math class wore underwear more than NEVER.

I can't spell the fatass's name - Jeff Skizzyano .. insecure little bully fuck who picked on pretty much everyone in school as long as his brother could protect him from them. I can't remember anything specific he did, except wite "your a faggett" in my yearbook - and I only let him write in it because I felt sorry for him for having no friends. .. I'm not going to any reunions, but if I ever see him again, I'm going to beat him into a puddle of goo.

the biggest bastard in my junior high now lives next door to my parents, which is pretty fucked up. hes actually not so bad now.

High school was so bad for me that I don't even like to get in touch with the people I liked, because they're just a reminder of a time I hated. It really pisses me off that one of the wet spots who bullied me the worst now owns one of my favorite burger joints; there goes that lunch option.

The only kid I hated at school was this obnoxiously cruel bully, "fez" was his nickname. I was told that he'd died, heroin related, I believe, years ago. I don't think I'd hate him even if he was still alive. (he might actually still be alive, I'm not totally sure if what I was told was true) I'm still in occasional touch w/2 of my classmates, and for the rest, I'm afraid I just don't give a fuck about any of them.

There was this girl named Mel1ssa 3ck3r who I only hated so much because I had a crush on her and she kept calling me Kepler (my best friend at the time's name was Ry4n K3pl3r, we looked somewhat similar - tall, long hair, smily bastards) for like FOUR YEARS. She wasn't very bright.

Also, to the super-kewl nimrods at my 5-year HS reunion (back in '98) that came up to me & my super-smart clique 3 hours (and X number of beers) into the reunion and apologized (swerving, arm draped over shoulder, Schlitz in hand, buuuuuuuuuurp) for all the shit they did to us back then - thanks for reminding us of all the shit you did to us back then, now please get off me before you barf.

curious george otm as far as how I feel about my first high school (Woodstock High school in Woodstock, IL). There were a few people I liked there, but it just brings up bad memories. I'll get onto the naming-of-names a little later...

I hated elementary school and junior high school. I was (looking back) a chubby little know-it-all spazz and was treated accordingly, so I've got some pretty fucking awful memories of that era. By high school I had slimmed down, acquired some social skills and some better dress sense, and gotten a girlfriend, so despite some random assholes here and there, life wasn't so bad.

Thank whoever/whatever that we do not have "high school reunions" in the UK.

The only classmates of mine I harbor ill will towards are the ones who called me racial epithets, which out of 300+ was maybe 3 kids (although one of them passed around a picture titled "Nigger-Killer" after my brother was killed in a hit-and-run accident and I'm pretty much waiting for him to die so I can shit on his grave).

say the word and I'll expedite that process

I read about that when you mentioned it on a old thread, Dan, but jesus fucking christ it's still shocking. Some fucking people....

I don't hate any of them 'to this day', but at the time, I would quite happily have launched M1chele H1llm4n and C4llie Hask1ns into the sun.

As much as I got picked on, I can't think of anybody I hate. They were all dumb and nasty, I don't care now.

God damn, Dan. Riot, lemme know when you're rolling and I'll join the crowd.

Not that this is on the same level of Dan's post, but speaking of fucktards reveling in someone else's crap, I'd like to extend two big ol' middle fingers to the lovely charming lass that (once again in 6th grade) (fucking hell 1986/7 SUCKED) thought it was funny that my parents were getting divorced.

[Leon xpost] - I'd like to say I don't give a shit now, but the fact that I can still remember this stuff (even if I've "moved on") suggests otherwise.

Most of the classmates I hated back in school I now mostly just feel sorry for. I guess I had it pretty easy, never really being seriously in any physical danger from any of the asshole kids (the closest to that being when this kid was going to beat me up on my birthday and me laughing at him because I was out with a group of like 10 of my friends who would have had my back and he was letting himself be held back by a girl half his size). I had a pretty shitty time the last couple of years of high school but mostly I just didn't talk to anyone and so I didn't get too much shit.

OMG I had a dream about some of the girls I went to high school with last night! I don't really remember what it was about, they were kind of secondary to me figuring out what to wear. While rummaging through a closet though I found a ribbon (like an embossed 'first place' type ribbon) that seemed to commemorate a 1989 concert held in the gym where new order opened for bowling for soup WTF.

Dan, did you go to CLE Hts? Or am I thinking of someone else?

You're thinking of someone else; I have relatives that live/lived in Shaker Heights but I grew up in MN (Hastings High School REPRAZENT).

My ex-classmates' kids. I cry for them.

Hm, nobody actually. The one guy who annoyed me the most apologized to me at the tenth reunion and we had a beer. Woohoo!

I went to high school with a bitch sadist of a girl who was nevertheless considered "cool." I never run into anyone I know in this giant city...except for her. One time I was with my mom somewhere on the Upper West Side and we were arm-in-arm, laughing at something stupid, I forget what, but just being incredibly jovial. Then the bitch passed us on the street. Both our [my mother's and my own] faces went from smiles to violent sneers. We literally debated turning around and catching up to her "just to make sure it was her."

One that still bugs me:

Elizabeth "Liz" Ganschow - her mom was friends with mine, and my mom would always talk about how sweet Liz seemed, how we should hang out, how she thought I was "cool". Of course, what my mom and presumably hers didn't know was that since I wasn't running with the right crowd, because I was more of a loner with slight nerd tendencies, to speak to me in school would be borderline heresy, she instead she would sort of talk trash about me to everyone, which I heard about after awhile. It was sort of heartbreaking in a way when I told my mom that Liz was playing nice to her but being a bitch to me at school. In retrospect it was sort of like she felt Liz was being a bitch to her as well by doing that. Maybe it doesn't sound like much.

Oh and there was this one girl in my class named Keni Koreb@, who was sort of the de facto "most popular girl", because she was blonde and sort of cute and a cheerleader and, most importantly, a totally empty vessel, a blank slate that anyone could project anything they wanted onto. At the time, I hated her on principle, not for any rational reasons, because she was never really a bitch to me. And she had the haziest, most nebulous, vaguely defined personality of anyone I've ever met, so there was nothing for me to really pin down. And years later, on some alumni page, she wrote this missive about how she didn't like high school at all but now she was happy, etc. And I thought, ah she's not so bad after all, I was wrong about her.

I just found out my elementary school bully is studying ACCUPRESSURE hahaha. I love you google!

My asshole poet roommate from college is still an asshole poet apparently.

basically everybody before college, eventually. (I know no friends before the ones I met in college.. true fact.)

I've lost touch with all my high school friends as well -- but I think that's just what moving away and doing other things does for ya in large part. There are a couple of folks I would like to get back in touch with but it's all gone a bit vague now.

I think I was an outcast because while I had classes with the "smart and popular" crowd as had misguided aspirations to be "in" with them to a degree, I was basically a kid who lived in this slightly shitty community a few miles away from Woodstock and I spent most of my time listening to heavy metal and reading and playing sports with the so-called "white trash" kids, instead of being on the basketball team and going to parties in Bull Valley, which is where most of those rich fucks lived.

My friends were a weird lot. They were the auto-shop kids, gangsta wannabes, or sports geeks. Most of my high school days involved drinking beer in cornfields, dodging white-power gangstas from Palatine or Arlington Heights who would come out to McHenry Co looking for fights, or driving around in half-constructed cars that fell apart on highways.

After awhile I stopped giving a fuck about school and failed my senior year pretty miserably, which was apparently a subject of much rumor in my class. I transferred to a private school to finish things up, which I funded with a shitty summer job stacking books at a factory 7 days a week, a job that continued on through weekends for a year. The rub was instead of repeating my senior year, my credits didn't transfer over so I was told, hey, you'll have to redo junior year as well. To me, it was a golden fucking opportunity to correct shitty grades and clean the bad taste of public high school out of my mouth. I remember saying to the headmaster of this school, "Really? That's great!"

I nabbed B+'s my two years there, mostly, and ended up going to a couple of good colleges. What's funny is that according to my brother, the people who don't know what I'm doing apparently remember me as failing out of school and then vanishing. Someone said to him, "Hey I heard your brother was in prison."

This really has little to do with the subject at hand, except to say that failing out of high school saved my ass big time.

Chris Yates, Jack McGuire, charlie mccarthy, michael something or other, billy norden, dave kohler, mike resnick, michael rudden, al something or other, chris appostolu, and a bunch more whose names i can't remember in any capacity.

Thanks to high school, I think that everybody named Boyd, Durrett or Wilkerson should be shot on sight. I ask you, is that so wrong?

motherfucker took my girl. I'll kill 'im.

Where's Jon Williams? He must collude with me:

Dick T0si, C4rl Smith, J4red Wass3rman, N1ck St. Jean (fucking asshole!), K4te P4tterson. Christ, most of my school.

last i heard, c4rl was in a mental ward upstate.

i hated high school, but middle school was where i had the worst experiences with other students.

There were lots of people I didn't like at school, but one in particular still stands out. His name was N1ck R4msd3n, and his big, stand-out example of twattishness was when we were 17, and he thought that a good way to amuse himself during summer term would be to drive up and down outside the exam halls, as loudly as he possibly could.

He wasn't particularly nasty to me other than the usual insults I got from 80% of the kids at school - and he didn't do anything else that I can remember at all, but he always appeared to be a prime example of twatdom. He was fairly stupid, and always rather overweight. He was also probably the richest kid at our ordinary comprehensive school - his family owns a chain of convenience store franchises and a big food distribution business.

There were people who were much, much nastier than him, but I've been trying to block them from my mind for the past 10 years and I'm not going to stop now. There was one of them in particular, who, if I saw him in the street - and if I recognised him - I'd still cross the road to avoid. He was two years younger than me, and was full of a brutal i'm-going-to-do-this-for-the-hell-of-it ignorance. I never, ever, found out what his name was.

my best friend from kindergarten apparently started or joined a local chapter of the KKK

Me.

Actually, my HS class president was a bit of a dong (but in an obsequious, popularity-seeking, obliviously douche-like way) - for our 5-year reunion, he managed to not invite anyone from our graduating class that wasn't tangentially connected to circles in which he spun. Coincidentally enough, that meant the group of folks that convened for the reunion was as white as a snowbank, which was most definitely NOT representative of my graduating class.

On a more serious note: one guy I had in a Junior High art class always gave me shit - him & his brother were notorious troublemakers, always stirring up shit w/ teachers in a class-clown manner. Sheldon was the quieter one; Sherman was the more boisterous dude, and the one in my shit. One day, for whatever reason, he wanted to start something with me - dunno why, as I was just keeping to myself to make sure no one had any reason to fuck with me. Not that it kept him from busting my chops about being fat or being a nerd or I don't know what. I don't remember exactly what happened - this was nearly 15 years ago - but I think he just got up from his stool (it was an art class, or some Personal Development thing) and just started pushing me around, or maybe he just knocked my bookbag off the desk and stood there like he was real tough, and he had this wild fucked-up look in his eye like he wanted to really do some damage. (Of course, the teacher was out of the room.) I think some folks actually got in his face and told him to chill out, and he just stepped away and went back to his seat like nothing had happened. My memory's really spotty, but I remember some sort of messed up bully / victim in-class confrontation. I think he ended up going to prison and hanging himself after I graduated - I don't remember if he graduated with me or not.

lots of fake rugby types with no brains on a one way trip to business degrees. can't think of anyone I particularly hated.

that's another thing about high school, those weird revisionist history reunions where this core group of aged-before-their-time suburban types invite all their friends and "forget" everyone else. From what I understand about my ten-year at my first high school, major efforts were made to get ahold of certain people while others didn't even know about it until after the fact. Strangely, I was invited.

Amazingly, no one. I hold no ill feelings toward anyone I went to school with, most of them I got along with and the rest I ignored.

Some teachers, on the other hand, can rot in hell.

It was a lot more like people seemed to hate me (or at least mock me) than the other way round - I was lucky, I lived next door to my school so I just went home for lunch and could keep to myself til I got my posse of friends finally in yr10.

There was one girl who I never got on with at school (Anna) - she was a catty, over made up maddonna-lookalike "wog chick", I just tried to ignore her, I knew she laughed at me - who started WORKING where I worked about 18 months out of school. I thought "well, we're all adults now, this'll be fine". Within a week we almost had a fist fight in the mailroom (much to the delight of all the boys I worked with, heh).

Wow, Trayce. There are a couple of guys that I went to junior high school with that I'd STILL love to slug. Did you actually hit the girl, or did someone break up the scuffle? And how did it start, anyway?

NICHOLAS BARTON- YOU ARE A CUNT.

Tantrum: we never exchanged blows, it was more of a "come on, I'll have ya, outside ya bitch!" (her not me). I think it started because she laughed at me in this BIZARRE mocking way, which I found irritating for someone in their 20s to do so I told her to shut up, and suddenly she was all in my grill.

I ended up walking out and going home I think.

The two main people I wished death upon in high school got expelled on the same damn day! My junior high religion class become moderately tolerable from that day on. Most other people from HS didnt bother me too much.

One of my HS harassers died in a car crash (due to his own recklessness) in our senior year AND I DID NOT FEEL SAD THEN NOR DO I KNOW.

One of my HS harassers died in a car crash (due to his own recklessness) in our senior year AND I DID NOT FEEL SAD THEN NOR DO I NOW.

i saw this kid with whom i got in various fights in high school about ten years after graduation. i think he was working for his asshole dad's trucking company. he drunkenly told me that everyone envied me for leaving town/doing what i wanted/etc. AND THUS AFTER TEN YEARS I WON HIGH SCHOOL.

None that I can think of. I still live in the same area I grew up in so see a fair few of them around the place. They mostly seem okay now.

There are a couple of people I went to university with that I would still refuse to talk to these days. There were a few little shitbags at school but no one who would really go all out to ruin people's lives in the way one or two students I knew did.

Dick T0si, C4rl Smith, J4red Wass3rman, N1ck St. Jean (fucking asshole!), K4te P4tterson. Christ, most of my school.

-- Remy (hstencil tastes like bubble gum) (jcoombs@gmail.com) (webmail), February 16th, 2005 3:47 PM. (x Jeremy) (link)

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guess who this is jer -- I'm tempted to post r1ch t0$i's friendster picture so people know what a douche he is ... i wonder if any ilx0rz went to school with him

DEAR TRACI MOORE:

YOU ALWAYS, ALWAYS RESEMBLED A HORSE. I JUST NEVER HAD THE BALLS TO SAY IT TO YOUR FACE WHILE I WAS KIND OF PUTTING UP, PERPLEXEDLY, WITH YOUR EXISTANCE IN 5TH AND 6TH GRADE BECAUSE WE HUNG OUT WITH THE SAME PEOPLE. YOU PROBABLY DO NOT REMEMBER ME. BUT I REMEMBER YOU, COS YOU LOOKED LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING HORSE BUT HAD THE NERVE TO TELL MY FRIEND MILENA THAT SHE WAS "KIND OF UGLY". GUESS WHAT? YOU WERE "REALLY UGLY"! HA HA HA.

*HEARTS*
ALLY

PS DO YOU LIKE MARCUS CIRCLE ONE
YES NO MAYBE

I feel maladjusted for not hating high school (aside from the showing up and going to class part) and everyone I went to high school with.

Repressed memories.

one of these nights you'll wake up in a cold sweat from a dream that involved a broom and a toilet and you won't know what it meant. Sure, maybe it was symbolic of something like your worries about your new job. Hey, that's probably it.

But then again

maybe not

i've largely let grudges go but when i'm in misanthropy-mode i like to remember:

e.c. - 4th grade, sat in my "cluster" of desks. made fun of my shoes, made me do all the work for group projects, was quick to point out the slightest mistake i made and harped on it incessantly because it was fun to see me squirm. i didn't say a word to him in high school but i still associate him with that awful month.

c.a. - 8th grade dance, asked me why i'm "so fucking gay all the time" (i mean i DID come out two years later but still! who says that?!) i'm pretty sure she has no friends. just general unpleasantness all around. (and let's not beat around the bush here, she was ugly and large).

j.g. - had a locker next to me in 8th grade. was clearly a CRAZY even though we'd had occasional moments of friendliness in 6th grade. would slam my locker on me from time to time when not preoccupied with sticking forks in electrical sockets (i think i'm jumbling facts from different years here but you get the idea).

m.b., r.l., and b.m. - these morons (two of whom i was friends with in preschool and didn't see again until high school, during which time they definitely grew into strange creatures) would harass me in the locker room in 9th grade, and some of it was physical, too (like grabbing at my chest when i took my shirt off...i didn't get it, either). the only classmates i ever complained to an authority figure about, not that it did any good. afterwards i just kinda dealt. i never had gym with them again after that and anyway after 9th grade i'd stopped being made fun of (in fact i think i deserved it, the 9th grade me was an insufferable indier-than-thou twat) and was generally well-liked by peers.

i've no idea where these people are now (well, vaguely - i know they're all in college since, well, i am, but where and what they're doing is well beyond my range of giving-a-shit). elementary school and middle school would've been so much nicer than they were without these brats, though.

also i did run into j.g. once in one of the two town squares where the local riffraff hang out. he was verrrry drunk and exceedingly friendly and apologized to me for being a jerk all those years. i accepted, knowing full well he probably wouldn't even remember the incident in the morning and would resume calling me "smithers" if he saw me pass by ever again (oh man, he totally relished the homo thing once he found out...good thing i hardly ever talked to him).

joseph yr story reminds me of the one shameful time *i* was the bully in class, which is a weird thing to think of - but this guy just got me riled, so I called him a poof. I am so ashamed of it now (I dont think he even was gay), but he quite rightly lost it and proceeded to slap me in the face. I retaliated by trying to hit him with a plastic ruler. God this sounds so hilarious in hindsight. The biology teacher laughed at us! bastard.

I was 15 too, so really there was no excuse, I was a dick.

no big deal trayce, a lot of kids go through that kind of thing (my little brother and his friends are, unfortunately, in that very phase right now - hooray for 13-year-olds!) luckily i'm from a town where the majority of kids were fairly liberal so the gay thing wasn't the huge catastrophe it could've been (i was actually pretty open about it senior year, or at least i wasn't hiding it when prompted about it on the rare occasion that i was, i was never down with the rainbow/triangle thing). so i don't have any "scared little lonely queer kid" drama stories since i was neither scared nor little nor lonely. i didn't even feel threatened by that one kid, just more weirded out.

hey this reminds me of another classmate that i hope i never see again:

s.s. - senior year some friends and i started a gay-straight alliance in my school (which had a lot of support behind it the year we started it and has seemingly dwindled in popularity since we graduated, which has actually made me a bit relieved - but i digress). it passes through school legislation fairly smoothly, no one made a huge hubbub about it. this kid, though, was pretty vocal about how he thought it was a bad idea, how they shouldn't let something like that into our schools, etc. typical macho chestbeating. all in all, the kid had a reputation for being an arrogant little suckup who didn't really have many friends (sure, he talked to lots of people, but that's hardly the same thing) and was perceived to have a strangely...close relationship with his twin sister (who, to be fair, was a total sweetheart).

anypoop, a few days after i find out this kid was saying this stuff (i let it slide, to show that we didn't give a damn), i get an instant message from a random stranger. he begins a lengthy interrogation into some rather personal details of my life ("how big r u"). i'm fairly grossed/weirded out and so i start dicking around with this kid, until he reveals to me his true identity - yep. s.s. turns out he's actually bisexual but closeted because he doesn't want anyone (especially his very catholic parents) to know. he then starts in with this terribly simplistic logic - "ur single, im gay, we need each other" - wtf?!

at this point i'm not sure what to feel because jesus christ, what a tactless little shit. on the other hand, i empathize, it's terrible that he's even in this position and all, &c. my sympathies swing straight back to the former, though, when he asks to meet me by the second-floor bathroom to verify that it is indeed him and that, when i did see him, we could "fool around if u like, im open with my body." grossgrossgrossgrossgross i tell him "uhhh, no."

the next day, after the first half of english is done (we had a strange lunch system - second lunch cut fifth period in half), i wait patiently for him by the bathroom, brown bag in hand. i almost didn't - i should've just believed him and been done with it. sure enough, s.s. shows up and the following conversation took place:

s.s.: "hey..."
me, too mortified to look him in the face: "mumblemumblehi"
s.s.: "so...it's me..."
me, again mortified: "mumblemumbleyeah"
s.s.: "i guess you didn't think i'd show up, huh?"
me: "mumblegrumblenomumblemumble"
(verrrrrry awkward pause for about a minute, with me never once making eye contact)
s.s.: "so yeah, just wanted to let you know it was me, i gotta get back to class now...i'll talk to you later though?"
me: "mumblemutteryeah"
(quickest getaway of my life, aaaand scene)

i don't think i've ever felt more seethingly awkward in my life, and for that reason alone, plus for numerous other instances of general douchebaggery that i'm sure other people who know him could attest to, s.s. makes this thread. if i saw him around cranford i'd absolutely cross to the other side of the street, for sure.

moral of the story: gay kids can be dicks too!

(nb the non-specificity of this statement w/r/t to the previous story)

Inspired by this thread, I actually went to Friends Reunited for a quick browse.

Most of the people lead pretty depressingly conventional lives - married with sprogs, working in I.T. (they hot-foot it around a dull, faceless, corporate tower switching people's computers off and then switching them back on again). I wouldn't know what to say to them after ten years ("I see that New Kids On The Block have split up.") so it's a good thing that I didn't give a toss about most of the people I went to school with at the time, and I don't give a toss now.

I did see one guy at primary school who claims that "he would love to hear from anyone who remembers me." My main memories of this arsehole was that he used to find it terribly amusing to stand on my feet at lunchtime, which really hurt, but he was so tall that I couldn't punch him in the face. Perhaps I should e-mail him and say "Alright, fucker, care for a rematch?"

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