Every kid is unique in their own way; no two kids are exactly the same. But, while one kid might do something they find completely normal, other kids might not!
People on Reddit share what the weird kid did to get that reputation. Content has been edited for clarity.
His Story Did Not Hold Up
“One kid set his arm on fire on a trip to France. He sprayed his arm with deodorant for about a whole minute before getting someone to light it. It wouldn’t go out until he used the tap in the bathroom to douse it with water. He ended up with blisters and permanent scarring.
So the trip ends, and we go back to school the week after. All of a sudden, four other kids and I get pulled into a classroom to be questioned by police and the head teacher. He basically told his mom that we did it to him?
Obviously, this did not stick, as we all had the same story.”
She Drew On The Paw Print As Proof
“One girl I knew told everyone she was raised by wolves. She would draw a paw print on her palm to show as proof. She also howled during recess and would growl at the younger kids. There were times when she’d chase around the younger kids, and they looked to be having fun so I guess that was fine. But then she’d hide under the playground thing to ‘meditate,’ but she was really peeing herself. Then she’d come back out and continue to chase the kids.
She also smelled awful, like the whole classroom stunk. The teacher pulled her aside a few times and asked about her hygiene but nothing changed.”
First Does Not Always Mean Best
“This kid in elementary school who had to be first at everything. I don’t mean like super-competitive in sports or whatever. I mean he had to be first in line, first in school, first out, first at literally everything.
He would be in front of the school before it even opened to students (6:30 am, class started at 7 am), waiting for that clock hand to touch 6:30 so he could sprint in and sit first in his class.
He would sit near the very front of the class so he could be first in line.
He would always, without a doubt, raise his hand as soon as the teacher asked a question to the class. Most of the time, he didn’t even know the answer, the teacher would pick him and he’d start frantically looking for the answer or would make up something
As soon as class ended, he would SPRINT across the whole school so he could be the first out the doors.
Here’s some more weirdness: every day during recess, he would always hang out right next to the fence line closest to the school. As soon as the teacher would blow the whistle, he’d be right there immediately.
The teacher would tell everyone to turn in their homework from the night before in this basket thing, he’d grab it and book it to go turn it in first. The problem was the basket was on the opposite side of the classroom (remember: he sat upfront). More often than not, I remember some poor soul or chair or desk getting in his way and getting trampled.
He would always be the first to finish his tests or quizzes. I never really paid attention to his grades, but I assumed he did fine since he never failed a grade. I remember blazing through a math test, as soon as I stood up to turn it in, he jumped in front of me and handed in his test first. I don’t even know if he finished it.”
They Thought He Had A Weird Style
“One guy made a bet with his buddy that he could wear the same outfit all through high school. It was a Kool-aid man shirt, cargo shorts, and a fedora. He had just about every color of the rainbow in that outfit. All through the end of senior year, he wore that outfit, even to graduation I’m pretty sure.
I didn’t know it was a bet until after we graduated, I thought he just had a very particular sense of style. He was a really cool huh once you got to know him, but the walking Kool-aid ad usually kept people from being too interested.”
The Mystery Was Finally Solved
“When I was younger, there was this really awkward girl, she wasn’t labelled weird yet but she was so socially awkward it separated her from everyone.
At some point, she started withdrawing even more from everyone around her and nobody even noticed. Then it all came to a head when she showed up at school ranting and raving about how she had made a sacrifice to the dark realm and we were all going to suffer.
The teachers put her in the principal’s office and her mother came to get her. She didn’t return to school for almost two months.
When she finally returned she had gone full weirdo (never go full weirdo). She started licking people in the hall and talking about how she was intelligent enough to get away with murdering the teacher. In front of the teacher.
People just kind of dismissed her after that, at least for a few years.
The year we started our sophomore year, she came to school with a baby. Everyone was shocked, she never said who the dad was but that it was someone from our grade. We never found out who because she never said, and no one fessed up to sleeping with the weirdest girl in town.
Sixteen years later, a friend who still lives in town told me the mystery had been solved. Her baby daddy was the former elementary weird kid who had been blessed with a godly puberty that we all wish for but never get, and retained all the best qualities of an amazing human. He had taken pity on her and befriended her quietly over the year, and they ended up hooking once without using any sort of protection. He tried to do right by her, but 16 years later he took custody of the kid because her parents were just too old and she was still incredibly weird/unstable.”
He Went Back For An Encore
“This was on a primary school trip. We got to spend about five days in France.
We were in a dormitory for 14 kids, with seven bunk beds. After lights out, in the dead of night, people on the top bunks started flashing their torches into the centre of the room like some Broadway musical. A couple of kids began to run into the middle and put on a small ‘performance,’ then scurry back to their beds.
Enter the ‘weird kid.’
For reasons unknown to this day, he removed his clothes ENTIRELY. Ran into the middle and began his best attempts at what I’d describe as ‘The Spice Girls dance routine mixed with Yoga.’
Our teacher was sleeping in a bedroom nearby, heard the commotion, and stormed in. I’ve never seen a human move so fast in my life, but somehow he managed to hide under his sheets to avoid the inevitable wrath of our math teacher, who definitely wasn’t being paid enough to deal with this nonsense.
And of course, as soon as he departed from the room Scary Spice was back on the dance floor for an encore. This time with fewer torches to light his way, the other kids probably bailing on encouragement as the strangeness of the situation began to dawn on them all.”
What Did Katie Say?
“A girl had developed much earlier than everyone else (She had like double D’s and severe acne in grade 6). She used to act out weird scenes from TV shows by herself at recess. She was the type who told everyone she had a boyfriend who had a Porsche but went to a different school (again, we were like 12).
People made fun of her for the usual things she did, but one day things took a dark and strange turn.
Some girl named Katie said something to her in line after lunch and she lost it. She smoked Katie in the head with her flute case and then hit some other kid who wasn’t saying anything. She then spat chocolate milk all over a teacher who asked what was going on.
Everyone was pretty shocked. But then she proceeded to sit down on the ground, started to cry, and peed her pants right there.
The ground was kinda sloped away from the school so the puddle formed and then created like a stream of pee all the way to the field (maybe 15-20 feet).
Everyone just stood there in shock at how many things had just happened in the span of 90 seconds.”
He Did Not Expect That
“I remember back in 10th grade, I had just switched schools a few months in a different town (my dad and his girlfriend wanted to move to be closer to her parents). We had a fairly weird homeroom set-up; they chose random kids for each classroom and we had to sit there for 30 minutes before we could go to our normal classes. This was the only time I ever spent time in this room. I sat right behind one of the few people that actually would talk to me, so I was hopeful that we would become good friends. I was not prepared for this guy at all.
We were dropped off at the park by his mom to hang out one day after school, and he happened to notice my arm. I used to very frequently cut myself (long story) but it was very obvious I had already stopped as they were long since healed, but he still felt the need to make me swear it wouldn’t happen again. He tried to point out individual scars and ask why I cut that time. I was getting really uncomfortable, so I texted my dad and asked him to call me and make it seem like I needed to get home right away. Thankfully, my dad called me. I took the call and told him I’d catch up with him the next day in homeroom and booked it home.
Later that night he sent me a picture message. I really was not prepared for this. He had literally carved into his leg the words, ‘I’m sorry,’ and it was still dripping blood. I FREAKED. I told my dad what happened, who contacted the school. Word got around pretty quick (thankfully nobody knew about my own scars), and his mom ended up taking him out of school. Apparently, this wasn’t the first time it had happened.”
Jeff’s Taste Buds Changed
“Jeff would eat any food combination we put together. Every day, we would make some terrible concoction and he would eat it. Things like corn and pudding mixed together and put on his pizza or jello mixed in his milk. After maybe a month or so, being the wise and caring second-graders we were, we decided to quit so the boy could just enjoy his lunch (teacher saw and told us to stop).
He kept mixing his pudding and milk together and putting applesauce on his salad. Said he just it better that way.”
Not A Pleasant Smell
“This kid would get a baked potato from the school cafeteria. The potato would come with this really cheap smelly butter and disgusting chemical cheese. This kid would put the butter and cheese on the potato, then put his fingers deep into the potato and mash it up in his hands. That’s not even the worst bit; he would then come up to people and ask them to smell his fingers which radiated this putrid cheesy smell. This would happen almost on a daily basis.
Another time, we came back from lunch into our class and there was a little spot of dried glue on his desk. So he starts screaming at the boy, who was sat in his seat during lunch, to clean it up. They both stand up, and he pushes the other kid backwards into a chair still screaming and crying.
When the teacher comes over she asks what happened and he said, ‘he left a mess in my seat.’
So the teacher comes over and says, ‘That’s dried glue.’
To which he replies, ‘Oh,’ and then goes about his day.”
The Serial Pooper
“The weird kid was actually a really popular guy in high school. Athletic too, he would just do weird things all the time. He pooped in a brown paper bag in 9th grade and carried it around all day like it was his lunch. I was in one of his classes, and he showed up a couple of minutes late. He told the teacher he couldn’t bring his backpack into the class because he had a stinky sandwich in there. He ended up putting it in his girlfriend’s locker. She was horrified and disgusted when she found it, obviously.
He also pooped in one of those big Crayola coin banks that looked like a crayon and put it in his friend’s car. His friend didn’t find it for like a month and always wondered why his car smelled absolutely horrific.
He also pooped in the sink in the gym.
He did a lot of weird things.”
How Long Was He There?
“In 6th grade, there was this really short kid with a really weird name, but I’ll call him ‘G.’ G wore the same shirt every day, and had this comically tiny Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack. Inside his desk, there were only giant clumps of random thins in gray sticky rolled-up balls.
Once, he got in trouble for pooping in the urinal.
At recess, he would chase girls (including me) while screeching ‘PIGEONS’ in the highest capable voice he could muster. He was well known for just completely covering himself in sand and eavesdropping on conversations. Not even kidding.
This one time, my friend and I went to the playground around six in the afternoon. This way past school hours, but we just wanted to hang out. While we were talking, G rose from the sandbox like a zombie. This was after we had already been then for an hour without noticing him.
He was also really well known for reading long complicated stories to the class, but we all found out later that his binder was completely empty. He was just making things up on the spot and pretending to read.”
He Was In The Middle Of Something
“I knew a lot of weird and interesting kids, but two really stand out.
One was a fairly large girl legitimately named Mayo whose backpack was full of trap hentai. If she ever heard you talking about anime, she would pull out this big stack of manga and start showing it to you. One time, I was talking to this guy about Attack On Titan because it had just come out. Seemingly out of nowhere, she shows up and starts trying to show us this manga with full page illustrations of a guy in a dress doing some questionable things with another character. That was what she was really known for.
Another guy only ever wore a brown tracksuit. He wore it every day that was his get-up. Talked like Gollum, would run on all fours, weird things like that. He was in my gym class, too. So one day, the coach calls for us to get out of the bleachers to go get ready to exercise. The kid was folded over in the foot space of the bleachers with his hood up so he just looked like a ball, he always sat like this.
He didn’t react when the coach called, so the coach came over to tell him to get up and move. When the coach grabbed the guy’s head to make him sit up, the kid whipped his head up revealing that he had headphones in while sucking his own member and watching Naruto hentai. He got kicked out of class and we didn’t see him for a week.”
The Calls That Never Happened
“In 7th grade, there was a new girl named ‘Megan.’ Megan was really nice, so my friend ‘Kristin’ and I befriended her. After a while, she really became strange.
She would say things like her mom threatened to kill her last night, her mom always screams at her and calls her a spoiled brat all the time, and other things. When this was happening, I was only 11. So, I was scared for the girl. At the same time, I didn’t really know what to do. Kristin and I just took pity and hung out with the poor girl.
She also smelled horrible. It was obvious she clearly wore the same clothes every day and never washed them. Not sure if she ever showered either…
She also tried to fight me behind a 7/11 one night. What’s with middle schoolers and trying to fight people?
After a while, Kristin and I stopped hanging out with her. She became really mean and rude and would accuse us of prank calling her. This got to the point where her mom called Kristin’s mom, screaming at her for the prank calls.
We were confused because we had done no such thing.”
Um, Why Did He Do That?
“This happened at the beginning of gym class. While we waited for everyone to get dressed, we had to sit in these lines on the floor. We all knew he was kind of weird, to begin with. Honestly, I don’t know what compelled him to do this. I think someone said something to him or dared him. But I digress. He had just come out of the locker room as the last guy to get dressed, so we all stood up, and wait for the teacher to start our activities or whatever. But, he didn’t move.
He just stood there, staring at us, and said, ‘Hey guys, look what I can do.’
That boy dropped his pants and underwear, then proceeded to bend in half like something out of a horror movie, and stuck his whole member into his mouth. Needless to say, we were all mortified. People screamed, and he just, stood there, with his member in mouth bent in half. He had to bend his legs a little, so he was crouching, and we got a good glance at his balls too.
People thought he was a little weird after that.”
There Was A Reason They Did Not Want To Be Around Him
“One threatened out of anger to take a wooden club to school the next day and he really did. It wasn’t very big (around 30 centimeters, or 12 inches), but nobody expected this and he tried to attack someone with it. The attacked guy punched back, so he started crying and went to the teacher with the club in his hand. This happened in 6th grade, I think.
He was also a guy doing dumb things during class and would start crying when the teachers punished him (after threatening several times doing this). And he always blamed us classmates. As a result, we would isolate him and complain to the teachers about this. But every time we let him play with us, he would become angry and aggressive when he didn’t win and blamed us for plotting against him and cheating altogether so he will intentionally lose.
He then left us in seventh grade because his grades were too bad.”
Carlos Likes The Bongos
“His name was Carlo, he would bring his recorder to school and keep it in his locker. Every once in a while, he would slide across the floor of the classroom on his back while playing it.
On his first day of school, he told the English teacher he didn’t know how to read.
He wrote a poem (an elegy, he called it) about that vine where the guy gets a free taco. He proceeded to hang it on the wall.
On the bus every morning, he would sing this song where he just repeatedly screamed, ‘WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME,’ to this random kid he didn’t know.
He always complained that the only chores his sister had to do were vacuuming.
One time, he got hold of a bongo in music class and played it while using a maraca and the piano shouting, ‘DO YOU LIKE TO PLAY THE BONGOS?’
I distinctly remember he threw around all these weird terms for touching himself, such as ‘choking the one-eyed snake,’ ‘playing the skin flute,’ and ‘wanking the Wicked Stick.’
He always played old video games on his school chrome-book, like Street Fighter Alpha, Mario Bros, and Alien Hominid.
So in the seventh grade, (his first year) I hated him. We attended a small private school, and he was a weird outsider. Everyone worked hard and almost never missed a single homework assignment, while he never did his work. Honestly, I was a total brat to him for a whole year. At one point, I pulled his chair out from under him even. But the next year, in eighth grade, I don’t know what changed. All of a sudden we were best friends. Once I got past my annoyance at him never doing his work, I was able to see that he was freaking hilarious! He went from the weird kid to the weird class clown, and it was great. Then it was me, the nerdy gamer kid, the awesome Korean exchange student, and him in this awesome group of friends. We just played video games all year and other things.
It was the closest to ‘me and the boys’ as I’ve ever felt. I really miss those guys.”
She Was Not Being Discreet
“This one girl would always wear the same obnoxious hot pink kitten hoodie. She would get up in someone’s face (like two inches away), and scream, ‘HI!!!!!!!!’ It was really annoying.
She followed me around EVERYWHERE, and I can never get away from her. She sat next to me in three of the five classes we shared, and always tapped my shoulder multiple times in one class.
I remember we were doing a math review game and it had emojis. I was paired with her and another kid, and we got to choose what team we wanted. The other kid chose the poop emoji, and then she started crying because she didn’t want to be the poop emoji
She asked me if I wanted her to bring me a cookie the next day and I was like ‘sure?’
Then the next day, she brought me a cookie and handed it to me under the table shouting, ‘MY MOM SAID TO BE DISCREET!’
Nobody in the class liked her, and once she got obsessed with someone (she was obsessed with me, she never shut up around me) they’re stuck with her because they’re her go-to for group projects.”
