What was your worst year in school?

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I would have to say my worst year was 7th grade because it started off with me going to a new school where I thought things might be different. The bullying got worse to the point where I could barely stand it. Then this kid who was always in trouble decides to beat the crap out of me. I didn't fight back because I couldn't so when he got sick of it I went and reported it. Then I found out that I was to get the same suspension time because "it takes two to fight". I think I actually told the principal to f*** off if he thought he could punish me for nothing. I said the same thing to the teacher in the in school suspension room when he could not even take the effort to give me some B.S. on why he thought I should be there. The next day they packed me off for hospitalization, it was a residential school so al they needed was parental permission without me being involved. I co-operated because I knew it would be much better to be on record as willing so as to get out faster. I was there for htree weeks, but after the first 10 days I was told I would be leaving the next day and the next dfay I was told the school didn't have their stuff together so I would remain there. This was later denied by the school officials involved. At the end of the second week I was considering trying to kill myself with the belt that I wore the day I got there along with my tucked in shirt but in the end I didn't try anything because I decided to put it off until I came out my drug induced haze. Those are the only things I remember from those three weeks. Then when I got back I discoved that one of my teachers gave me a D because I missed work and was gone at the end of the marking period and she thought that was generous because I "should have failed". Things gradually improved after that through my 11th grade year when I was informed of my dx that had been done 5 years before. I loved my senior, and to a lesser extent, my junior year because I had finally found a place on the stage crew working shows and building sets. By the way how incompetant could those people hve been. They amitted me while I was wearing a belt that contrasted with my pants over a tucked in shirt?

All of them. Even though I could get straight a's. That changed from that to straight f's a bc and straight a's again. Can you guess why? Does not seem that hard to me even if I was not me. Emotional states. My mom is at fault although she was unaware what she has done to me.

Elementary school wasn't too bad, although I can't remember hardly any of it. Middle school is where the problems began as I had a bunch of tics that I couldn't overcome, so the teasing was relentless. I eventually was able to control my tics, but still felt like a total outsider.

All of my high school years were torturous. Even though I was at the top of my class athletically and academically, I felt like a total alien in school and seriously considered dropping out many times. I had many acquantinces, but no real friends. I was so envious of all the little cliques that were around because they all had companionship. Even the outsiders (goths, punks, etc.) had their own little group of friends. I had no one to hang out with, it felt like I was outside of the outsiders.

Recesses were the worst as I had no real group of friends to hang with, so I would have to walk around by myself or bounce from group to group making superficial conversation which I absolutety abhored, just not to be alone. Eventually I started skipping school at first recess so I wouldn't have to deal with it. Luckily my school was a joke academically so it didn't affect my grades in the least.

College was much much better. I wish I could stay in college forever.

My Middleschool years. All three of them. I was constantly bullied, had horrible grades, fell into lust (and STILL haven't gotten out). The worst part however, were the bullies. There were times I wanted to shoot up the school, stab people, even kill myself! If I could, I'd forever erase my memory of those trying years.

What years weren't horrible?

Well, kindergarten and first grade were pretty good. I had a good friend back then and my uh... different traits gained me the reputation of being the "class clown", and that has a particular popularity associated with it.

Between my 1st and 2nd, my parents decided to move, and that's when the trouble started.

2nd-3rd: No longer was I perceived as "funny", but rather immature and stupid. I had no friends (except one girl who would occasionally come by and talk to me at lunch) and was often ill during this time period, and this is when my depression started.

4th grade: (first time) After 3rd, my parents moved again. I quickly found some friends, though almost as quickly I contracted mono, AKA, the cruelest joke God ever used on someone who had never kissed anyone before. I spent a large portion of the year bed-ridden. (my immune system has always been weak, so it took incredibly long to recover)

4th grade: (second time) This was when the bullying started. Instead of merely being different, I was now very different because I was a year older than everyone else. To get away from the bullying and ridicule, I would go deep into the field and just wander or sit there every day at lunch. I had one friend at the time, another girl who would often hang out with me in the field.

5th grade: The girl I knew in 4th grade-2nd was gone, though I still spent nearly every day at lunch out in the field. The bullying intensified. There was one guy that seemed to be my friend for a while, but quickly joined in with the bullies. I was also sick a good portion of the year (mono again)

Middle school:

6th grade: Still no friends, though I made a great enemy this year! There was this short, fat, and endlessly mean guy called Weston. After being the subject of a random bullying incident, I knocked him down in the hall. After this, I became his target of choice for the next 4 years. And the worst thing: He had friends. Lots of them. And a good number of them joined in. Weston's gang made the next 4 years hell. Also, this was the year when I made my first big mistake regarding women: there was a girl who decided she liked me, and asked if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I was a little late hitting puberty, so I turned her down. A few months later, I realized I liked her, and a few months after that, I asked her out, but was rejected as she was already dating.

7th grade: The culmination of Weston's aggression occurred this year, when he coordinated an assault on me at the bus stop. The authority figures didn't care at all, and because of this I had to walk an extra half-mile home every day because of needing to use the next stop, just to avoid Weston's gang. Also, this was probably the worst year for my illness. Like usual, I was out of school for a long period of time, but this year I woke up in the middle of the night with a nearly fatal fever. Luckily my sister found me, notified my parents, and got me to the hospital, where I then rushed to the state hospital in serious condition. I spent one month there, before being discharged. This would be my worst year, except I made a few friends, who I have since dubbed "the loser's club" Within this "loser's club", my nickname was stick-boy, since I was much taller than the others (the others being Abram, Logan, and David). David would occasionally engage in activity that could be construed as bullying, but it was never mean-spirited like Weston's gang so I didn't really mind it too much.

8th grade: The bullying intensified. While there were no major incidents like what happened at the bus stop, the bullies went a more psychological route. The worst bully this year, Ryan, was surprisingly not part of Weston's gang. About halfway through, I couldn't take it any more and attacked him during lunch (the guy was really short and not very strong, so psychological attacks were really the only form of bullying he could employ). It got me suspended, but at least he left me alone after that. My friends and I started to become more distant this year, and I spent a lot of time just kicking rocks.

High School:

9th grade: My friends had all moved away. Weston's gang was still relentless, and a new non-affiliated bully, Quentin entered in the bullying. I found two new good friends, Bradley and April, and two others (Shara and Anna). The bullying was execptionally bad, as I shared a class with Weston. He and 2 or 3 members of his gang sat right behind me in one class, and would constantly heckle me. I was sick for about a month this year. This was also the year when I started losing my patience with the school system. I had fully recognized that I was learning nothing from their watered down lessons, and was essentially self-taught in all the subjects I deemed to be important (there was a lot of time for that with the amount of time that I was ill). I was unsuccessful in convincing my parents to let me go directly to college.

A rather unusual thing happened this year: On New Years Eve, Anna called me over the telephone and asked me to go to a party at her house. I agreed, but ended up getting freaked out when she said "bring protection" (which was essentially asking me for sex). While I did like her, I didn't know her anywhere near enough to go through with it. This decision has always troubled me since, since it was the only time in my entire life when I had an opportunity for sex. But it's probably just as well that I didn't. Near the end of the year, Shara (Anna's best friend) decided to play one of the cruel NT games, asking me to honestly critique her performance in a play when instead looking for an ego-boost. I was honest, which got her angry and she, and her friend Anna wouldn't talk to me after that.

10th grade: This was the last I ever saw of Weston and his gang. His affiliates were "growing up", and thus were losing interest in the bullying game. Also, it was during this year that Weston himself either moved or dropped out. Quentin was still a problem, but nowhere near the level that Weston had been. Bradley was also gone, so April was the only friend I had this year. But overall this year was probably one of the best. April and I chatted a lot (though I do sometimes wonder how much of it was pity. She was very popular, and I was an almost completely introverted loner), and I started going to a youth group after being invited by her. Unfortunately, I got sick again, and missed a few months. At the end of the year, April graduated, and I only saw her a few times after that (and it's mainly my mom's fault, due to dragging me off on "vacation" for the whole last summer before April moved away, so the last time I saw her was during Thanksgiving break)

11th grade: Worst. Year. Ever. Because of my time with April I was more confident around women... though my aspie traits left me clueless on some of the proper ettiquet. I met a girl named Sarah. At the beginning, we got along very well, but somewhere along the line I did something to get her scared of me, to the point of literally running away from me in the halls. It took me a while to realize this, and after I did I completely broke off all contact... but she still ran away from me on sight. Since I had no clue of what was happening or why, I withdrew quite heavily this year.

12th grade: Sarah was still terrified of me, and I still didn't know why. By this year I had withdrawn completely, to the point of counting the number of words I said at school in a day, and tried to break the lowest record. Since I simply wasn't bothering with social stuff any more, I spent every moment of my spare time on the internet doing research on computer networks. The end result was enough education to get directly into college, though my social skills suffered an irreparable blow. My depression also began to progress to the point where my mind would suppress nearly all emotion.

It wasn't until about 7 months ago (over 6 and a half years after the incident with Sarah) that I finally started attempting to be social again. It has been extremely difficult to catch up for the missing time. I gave up on other people altogether for a full quarter of my life, and I'm completely clueless on what to do. And the thing that really pisses me off is that even though I was diagnosed with AS fairly early (it was either late middle school or early high school), my parents never made even the slightest attempt at helping me understand it.

Depression and aggression also played huge roles in my time in public school. Aside from the early incident with Weston and the incident with Ryan, I never outwardly expressed my aggression, so it was all internalized. This plus the constant bullying has really messed up my entire life.

6th grade, when I was put in special ed.

The first year after any move or change of schools.

I realise that's when the most damage was done socially by the AS.

11-12 was good at school, but I got involved in lots of extra-curricular stuff where I met lots of people my age, who hated me. Was a nightmare because I didn't want to leave, as many of those activities I was involved in because I'd been selected to participate (state-level things).

My worst experience in this time was going on a tour up in Queensland, I had to go on a 12+ hour bus trip with people who hated me, nobody wanted to let me sit near them (you know, like in the movies where the nerdy kid wants to sit down on the bus and they go 'this seats taken'). The entire week-long trip I talked to nobody, and some people said really bitchy things to me, or in my presence, and some 'nicer' people came up to me and would talk about how other people had been saying this and that about me. Not nice things, either. We had to travel in groups at various places we stopped off at, like an amusement park, shopping centre, swimming pool, etc, and I would just sit in the toilet for ages or go around by myself, until one of the teachers who was there caught me by myself and told me to go tag along with a group, at which point I went back sitting in public toilets for ages until it was time to go. That was a whole week of really depressing experiences which I should add, I paid for with my own money (and it was a lot of money, I spent time fundraising for it too). So yeah, that was a bad year, because even though I've had some consistently bad years, this one was after a fairly long period of good times.

1-3: I was bullied all the way through, just like in kindergarten. Then in 4-5 I started earning a kind of respect among my classmates because they needed m help with homework and projects

6: I moved. Bullying started again, including the infamous ''Why is she so weeeeird? *poke poke* TALK!! !! !'' line. 7-9 I had some fun observing the school population from a distance and burying myself in books.

10-?: I now go to a school where even a little out-of-ordinary detail is seen as the ultimate sin. I think most of you can imagine what that means...I wish I could transfer to a different school, but my mother won't let me, even if it means failing Math & Physics - the major emphasis is put on those two subjects. I have trouble with numbers.

My worst year of them all so far would have to be eighth grade. I hadn't really liked seventh grade so my mom and I decided that I should homeschool myself for eighth grade. I called my friend to see how eighth grade was going for her and she told me that it was the best and that I should go back. She convinced me, so I was able to go back two days later. Unfortunately, everything she had said turned out to be the complete opposite as soon as I walked into the school doors. I was harrassed beyond comprehension, I was beaten up at least three times that day, there were a billion rumors still going around from the fourth grade (which are still going around eight years later), and none of my friends were in my classes so I had no one to back me up. All I had to do was walk into my classroom and everyone, and I mean everyone, would start teasing me. I only went there for two months and that was waaaaay more than enough. Mom made me start homeschooling myself from October to January. In January, another friend of mine convinced me to come to her school. It was a nice start at that school because Mom drove me to her bus stop on her way to work and my friend introduced me to everyone on the bus. But since she was in seventh grade and I was in eighth, we obviously shared no classes. No one even talked to me until fifth period, which I also share lunch with. I instantly made two new friends. But someone in that cafeteria had known me from my last school and started telling everyone how to harrass me and told them all those rumors. So by the end of the week, that school was another nightmare. Everything that had happened at the other school was happening there as well. So I'd say that eighth grade was my worst year. Here's a list of the best school years for me, first being the worst:

1st. Eighth Grade
2nd. Seventh Grade
3rd. Fourth Grade
4th. Ninth Grade
5th. Tenth Grade
6th. Sixth Grade
7th. Fourth Grade
8th. Eleventh Grade
9th. Third Grade
10th. Kindergarten
11th. First Grade
12th. Second Grade

yer 11 my last year at school in 2004 was my worst year because i found things really difficult and people picked on me and did all sorts of bad things but really i did'nt like school very much anyway

Oh, this is a trip down Memory Lane...

Kindergarten: Solitary play. Already being made a fool of by the other kids. Also and unfortunate incident where I ended up exposing my bum to the entire class.

First Grade: Had a fascination with washing my hands. It had to be done before commencing any type of work but I wasn't a germophobe. I was called a procrastinator instead. Got conned into holding a dead mouse by the class tough guy. I was the one who got in trouble for it.

Second Grade: Considered a full-fledged wierdo by the other classmates.

Third Grade: Joined Brownies; still an outcast. Started getting a nasty overbite.

Fourth Grade: My worst elementary grade. I looked awful with buck teeth and an ugly short haircut. I had girls who were my 'friends', but only as long as the others didn't know about it. (I didn't know any better.)

Fifth Grade: My hair started growing out and my teeth were starting to get fixed. Still getting made fun of and not taken seriously by others, even adults it seemed.

Sixth Grade: Had my first official crush and proceeded to get mocked for it.

Seventh Grade: Had another crush. Kept it to myself this time. I was devastated when he moved out of state suddenly.

Eighth Grade: One of my better years, if I recall. Still the occasional meanies doing their thing. I hauled off and slapped a guy for making horrid passes at me during class. Looking back, maybe he really liked me. I don't know.

Ninth Grade: High School. Had my first kiss by a creepy guy. Made me feel dirty. I'd rather it was from somebody else.

Tenth Grade: My first official boyfriend. Lasted for nearly 3 years. He respected me as a person and not as a piece of meat. He later came out of the closet right before I was to start college.

Eleventh Grade: Feeling like I'm being taken more seriously by classmates. Focussed more on classwork.

Twelfth Grade: Felt the most comfortable in my own skin despite the turmoil between my parents and myself. I was about to leave the nest so there was a lot of animosity that most people deal with.

My worst year of all was my Freshman year of College. Let's just say that I was naive, female and never had much experience in the social world (or with guys in general). It was my most desperate attempt to be NT. After being taken advantage of both in the social sense and dating sense, I barely made it with my sanity intact.

1st grade- I lied, cheated, and stole.
4th grade- I complained a lot, kids picking on my friend and I.

Though I have been out of school for only a couple of years, my memories of high school are hazy. I did very little work and in fact had few memorable "milestone" experiences by which to differentiate year from year. For six years I dragged myself to school each day, dozed through each class, then came home to masturbate, listen to music and fatten myself on the contents of my parents kitchen. However, I think I can distinguish two periods of my history there. During the first, I was very eager to make and keep friends, although of course I was socially clueless. (I was utterly unaware at the time that Asperger's Syndrome even existed.) My social ineptitude meant that I could rarely find any real friends, but I was so starved for companionship that I was willing to accept a role as a figure of fun and general whipping boy in exchange for being permitted to tag along with groups of people, none of whom liked me, and all of whom I personally despised.

I was so terrified of being, and being seen to be - in the playground and at lunchtimes - a loner, that I put up with this s**t for years. At times I did have genuine friends, but no more than one at a time. Each of them was ashamed to associate with me or admit to any genuine liking for me in front of others, and each of them in time abandoned me. But for the most part I had no friends, merely hated associates of the type described above.

At some point...I must have been 15 or so...I was expelled from the group of kids to which I had attached myself, for reasons which now elude me. It ended up that I was forced to be alone, I had no choice. This was the dawn of the second period. And this was when things started to get better for me. After a while everyone knew me as the guy with no friends, and it wasn't so bad. My fear had been unfounded. In fact people rarely persecuted me, they left me alone and were even pleasant to me in a patronising way. I suppose I was lucky in that respect. I would have liked true friends, but alone and unmolested was vastly preferable to associating with vicious c***s. The last few years, I continued to be fairly gloomy and bored, and I had to cope with AS and my newly developing OCD, but at least I had learned to be comfortable with my own isolation. That's probably the most important lesson I ever learned at school, God knows it'll be the most useful in future if past experience is anything to go by.

7th; 6th and 8th were just about as bad, but 7th wins the prize.

I think that Year 7 wasn't that good for me, I got misled by my 2-faced friend who led me into bullying people and being annoying, he talked crap about me behind my back and denied it. He would be kind to me on his own, but be nasty to me in front of people. I'm glad I broke up with that b******.

I had a few problems blending in, as I didn't really have a strategy for ignoring insults and silly remarks.

Late in that year, I became disruptive. I think it was one of those phases that I didn't know that I was doing anything wrong and I wasn't thinking (Bet you didn't see that coming! ). I got into trouble often.

Year 8 wasn't great, as, even though I was academically better, I didn't really have any friends (2 AS pupils were at a different site to me; back then our school had an Upper School, which was years 9 onwards, and a Lower School, for years 7-8 )

Then my so-called 'friend' started being horrible to me with other people joining in, and it got worse through the year. It has continued a bit into Year 9, but the bullies have got bored with it. I didn't really know what was and what wasn't appropriate to say. If only I had that support teacher who has me now helping me then, I would have been better off.

And now I am going into Year 10 in September and there could be some surprises, but I'm glad that those idiots won't be there to distract me in several of my classes.

BUT, what about Year 11 and 6th form? I reckon I might not have any friends again because I can't guarantee that my two friends will stay into the 6th form at my school, but that will not be a certainity.