Students can develop entrepreneurial skills by identifying opportunities, reinvesting profits, and scaling their ventures, as demonstrated by multiple examples including a student who turned leftover Halloween candy into a profitable 25-cent store business, another who created a slip-and-slide water park, and a third who resold sneakers for profit, showing that young people can successfully run businesses with minimal resources through creativity and hustle.
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Added:Genius. So, this kid had leftover candy from Halloween. Suckers, sweets, stuff like that. And at first, he brought a little bag to school to share with his friends. But then other kids started asking, "Let me get a little taste. Do you guys have that ding-dong?" More and more kids started asking him for his candy or his treats. So, he flips a switch and turned it into a business. He calls it the 25 cent store. Every item's a quarter. Well, he makes about 50 bucks in a week. So, he reinvests this money.
He goes to the dollar store. He buys bags and bags of bags of candy and brings it back to school. He raises prices and he keeps selling. All right, brand new inventory, but this time it's 75 cents each, but it's worth it, I promise. And still, he sells out. From that batch, he ends up making $144.
And he's not done. He still has more product. And he plans to invest this money. But then a teacher comes up to him. Excuse me, why are kids handing you quarters? Um, I uh that's what I thought. That teacher shut him down. It was over. The thing is, it was a harmless business, and people actually liked the service. Teachers just don't like kids to succeed these days. Huh.
So, this school was doing spirit week.
You know, pajama day, wacky Wednesday, stuff like that. Well, on wacky Wednesday, this one kid showed up in a full suit of armor. Boots, gloves, gauntlets, the whole thing. Three layers, night helmet. It was epic. And the school let him keep it on. Well, after second period, these three eighth graders who were the school bullies decided to make fun of him.
Hey, nice outfit, Tin Man. What you got under there?
Yeah, nice outfit, metal boy. Well, he's just standing there not saying a word.
The bullies didn't like this, so they start to attack him. What's your problem, dude?
>> Yeah. What's your problem?
>> My foot.
>> One punches his shoulder. His hand is shaking. It might be broken. Some kid kicks him in the groin. His foot is hurting. And the third one, big guy, punches his knee and literally breaks his wrist.
You're my foot. My foot. My wrist, guys.
Guys, my wrist. It's broken. It's broken.
>> Principal shows up and calls it a school fight. The kid in the armor gets suspended for a week. Even though he did not touch any of them. He literally just stood there in his night armor that the school let him wear. And the bullies, they didn't get in trouble at all. And that, my friends, is messed up. This kid finds a wallet while he's walking into school right there in the grass. Yo, wallet. He opens it. $500 in cash. Crisp. It's taunting him. His brain goes into panic mode. I want it. I mean, of course I want it, but it's not right. What do I do? I'll hold on to it for now. I'll decide later. So, he puts the money back inside the wallet and puts the wallet into his backpack and he spends the next two periods sweating like he's hiding a freaking body. In third period, there's a substitute. I will be your sub today. He says something. I'm having a rough day, guys.
I lost my wallet before school this morning, so let's just get through class. Kyle's soul leaves his body. He's thinking to himself, I could just keep it or never know I have it. But he knows it's wrong. And then he thinks, wait, if I turn it in, he might be so happy he'll give me some of the money. Yeah, that's probably the better idea, right? Hey, um I I found this outside school today.
Pretty sure it's yours. The sub doesn't really do anything. He snatches that wallet out of his hands.
Go take your seat.
Okay. And that was that. He didn't get any money, but at least he did the right thing, right? It started with a long yellow slip and slide going down the hill at the park. This kid had it set up with a hose and a couple buckets of soapy water. And at the bottom, he had lined up these kitty pools to help break the fall so he wouldn't get like that grass burn. At first, it was just him and his few friends in this one slip and slide. But when other kids started to gather around wanting to take their turn, he said, "Okay, everyone, chill.
Chill. Five bucks gets you five runs down the slide." And people paid. By the next week, he had three slip and slides side by side. one with a sprinkler arch, one with cool inflatable bumpers, and one had a tunnel attachment that would spray water down as you went through.
Each one was fancier than the last. It was basically a water park in the middle of a neighborhood park. Kids were bringing towels. Parents were even coming with lawn chairs to get a tan while their kids slip and slided down the hill. One kid really wanted to slide down, but he didn't have any cash. You take Venmo? Sorry, dude. Cash only. Oh, man. Okay. You know what? It's it's it's real hot today, so just just come on, have fun. That sounds absolutely awesome. You got to respect the hustle.
This kid ran a genius business. It happened in high school. So, this kid's older brother had just graduated and he was working full-time at a pizza place across town. And every day there were always leftover pizzas, messed up orders, orders that nobody picked up, stuff like that. So, one day the brother texts him around lunchtime and says, "Yo, we got an extra pepperoni and veggie. Want me to bring it to you, man, for lunch?" And he's like, "Uh, heck yeah." So his brother comes and gives him these pizzas at lunchtime. And by the next period, he had sold six slices for $3 a piece. And this made him feel good. They loved the pizza, and he made some money. Now, this is not an everyday thing. It was only when there was extras, but that's what made it special.
You never knew when it was going to happen. Some days it would hit during fourth period. Some days there wasn't pizza at all. One time he sold two large sausage pizzas to the entire chess team.
Another time he walked into drama rehearsal with a Hawaiian pizza and left with $19. It was this really cool little system that this kid and his brother had. And by spring he's basically making like minimum wage for the amount of work he's putting in. And he never spent a dime on anything. So everything he made was pure profit. The awesome part is he ran this business with no ingredients, no oven, no store, just leftovers, a cool brother, and a little hustle. You got to respect that. She's on her first date at this guy's place and he's cooking dinner. What's for dinner? Food.
Now, his place has this rustic cabin vibe. Wooden floors, dim lights. There's a weird smell that she'd noticed, but she thinks it's just an old house. I'm noticing a weird smell. It's probably cuz it's an old house. Well, at that moment, this guy's dog walks into the room and just unloads a 30second pee right in the middle of the floor. She's trying to get his attention. Uh, stop.
No. Um, your your your dog. Your dog.
He's peeing. He doesn't turn around. He just says, "Oh yeah, he does that sometimes." Well, then she asks if there's a towel she can help him clean up the pee. Since you're cooking, I can clean it up. But he says this, "Nah, now you can just leave it. I'll spray some freze on it later. Let it dry by itself." And that's when it hits her.
The smell wasn't the cabin. That soft spot on the floor wasn't just old wood.
It was the dog's bathroom. And dogs sometimes pee inside, but he never cleaned his dog's pee up. He just put Freze on it. She politely sat there and ate dinner. Then she leaves and never texts him ever again. That's nasty. This guy went to a friend's house for dinner.
Everything was chill until the milk came out. It was a really big family. They were at the table. It was loud. Every single person there gets a glass of milk. Milk for you. Milk for you. Milk for you. Milk for you. Milk for you.
Milk for me.
>> Well, then it starts getting weird. The dad reaches over and grabs his son's milk. Hey, son. Let me see your cup. I'm done with mine. And he pours his leftover milk into his son's cup. Then the mom decides she's done with her milk. So, she pours her milk into her daughter's cup and this just keeps going. When everyone decides they're done drinking milk, they pour it into somebody else's cup. So, like milky backwash just rotating through everybody. Now, the guest, he's just like, "What is going on here?" If someone finishes their milk and they want more. I want some more milk, mom.
Oh, that's perfect. I'm done with mine.
I'll give you it. She just pours it into his cup. At this house, milk does not get wasted. It does not get poured down the sink. It gets recycled. And if everybody at the table is done with their milk, but there's still milk in the cups, they pour that milk back in the carton. And my friends, that is absolutely disgusting. Warfare at the winter dance. At this one school, there was this kid named Evan. Yo, quiet, organized. He got straight A's. And this year, he finally had this big job. He was going to plan the entire winter dance. And this guy had ideas. Lighting cues, playlist, drafts, themed decorations. He had a binder filled with these ideas. He presents his ideas to the student government. So, what do you think? And this one girl named Kelsey grabs the binder, flips through it, and goes, "Yeah, no, this is ugly." Then she throws it straight into the trash can.
You're done. I'll be taking it from here. And she does. She takes over everything. And Evan gets pushed to the side like an unpaid intern. He's very upset. The only thing Evan was allowed to do was run the technical side of things that night, and that included the fog machines. fog machines that basically run on a waterbased formula.
Fog machines sit on the table unguarded.
So Evan shows up to the dance. Second it starts, he goes by the fog machines. He opens all of the tanks and he dumps a full bottle of pure peppermint extract into each of the fog machine tanks. The second the lights go down, he turns every fog machine to max.
Dancing starts, the DJs playing the tunes. The fog was beginning to thicken and before you know it, the gym turns into a pure peppermint hurricane in my eyes. Kids coughing, eyes burning, teachers screaming, the principal's like, "Chemical leak. Everyone get out."
The fire alarm gets pulled. The dance evacuates and now half the school is standing outside. Then the freezing cold.
>> Who did this? This was my dance.
>> Evan, crazy enough, didn't try to hide it. Yeah, but it was my dance first.
>> Evan wasn't suspended. He was expelled.
When the janitors cleaned the gym the next day, the peppermint was still so strong, they all had to wear goggles.
And the smell lingered in that gym for literal years. That is insane. This kid used to be popular. What's up, Carla?
Hey, what up, Johnny? Hey, look. It's the loser, Steven. Screw you, Steven.
He used to be untouchable. He would bully a bunch of people. His friends would laugh. The girls in the school loved him, and so did the teachers. But one Monday, he came back to school with a haircut, and it was bad. No, it wasn't just bad. It was horrible. Like a freaking cartoon villain. Hey guys, how we doing today? What's up, Carla?
What? What? You look like coconut hair.
What happened to you? Your haircut sucks. And like I said, it was actually bad. Like, it was uneven. There wasn't a fade. It was just cut horribly.
And just like that, it was over. Every day kids would laugh at him. Even when his hair grew back and he had a normal haircut, people still made fun of him.
He eventually just stopped talking in the halls in class to his friends. He would eat lunch alone. Kids were making jokes as he walked by. And that's how the king of the school turned into the punchline of everyone's jokes. Hey, that's karma for you. This kid was sleeping over at his friend's house and he wakes up in the middle of the night hungry. I'm hungry. He remembers that there was graham crackers in the kitchen and he figured that'll work. So, he gets up and he steps out of the room. But the second he lays foot in the hallway.
What? What? A motion sensor alarm goes off. Within seconds, the lights turn on and his friend's dad comes barging out of his bedroom. Who's out here? You.
It's just me. I was getting a snack. The dad then pointed to multiple small boxes on the baseboard of the hallway. You see this kid? Motion sensors. No one's allowed to leave their rooms after midnight. Heads back into the bedroom and his friend's awake. Hey, bro. I'm sorry about that, dude. That's so messed up. You have a curfew for inside your house. I know it sucks. And this was so uncomfortable for him that he never slept at that house ever again. Yo, this is crazy. So, one day, the beginning of school, students arrive and it's already chaos. Not a single classroom door in the entire school will open. Teachers are in the hallway jiggling their keys, yelling to the office, "What is going on with this door?" Yeah, mine's jammed, too. What the heck? Well, it turns out overnight somebody broke into the school and hammered pennies into every single door keyhole. The principal comes storming down the hall trying to use his master key on all the doors, but it wasn't working. Get maintenance now. The maintenance guy shows up with pliers.
Yeah, we need more pliers, boss. We've been sabotaged. After a while, students have just been standing around not knowing what to do because the doors won't open to any classroom. Eventually, the schoolers decided to send all the students home. The teachers are livid, but the kids, they loved it. As everyone's leaving, they notice a bunch of locksmith vans begin to pull up.
There was an entire operation. Dude, this is crazy. I know. But hey, no school today.
Nobody ever found out who did it. But that day lives on as the day Pennies canled school. Nice. One day, randomly, this kid told his teacher, "My grandma died." Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry to hear that. Well, that night, the teacher emails the mom. I just wanted to say I'm thinking of your family. Deborah was such a good woman. May she rest in peace. The mom reads it and she freezes.
Wait, what? Her mother-in-law wasn't dead. She was literally at bingo that night. A few minutes later, a different mom from school calls her. Ha, we're all going to miss her so much. She was such an incredible woman. No, I'm sorry.
There must be some sort of confusion.
She's not dead. By the end of the night, half of the neighborhood is sending their condolences. Everyone thinks grandma's gone. This one family even dropped off a casserole. She then confronts her kid. Oh, hi. Did you tell everyone that grandma died? Yes. Why? I don't actually know. The mom then calls her mother-in-law to warn her about this entire situation. Oh, hi sweetie. B 27.
Crap. Hey, Deb. Um, so apparently you died today. Oh, well, no one told me.
That's good to know. G 26. Bingo. So, this kid gets invited to a birthday party by accident. Oh, boy. Oh, nice.
I'm invited. He has the same name as the kid who was supposed to be invited. So, on the day of the party, he shows up to the door holding a gift. Oh, hey. Um, you're not the one we were supposed to invite. Oh. Um, honey, we can just let him stay, right? No, I think he should probably leave. It's okay. I'll go.
Right as he turns away and was about to leave, he hears a voice from the hallway. There's a problem. This dude steps out of the bathroom. He's pale.
The toilet's clogged and it's clogged bad. The dad's like, "No, don't worry.
I'll handle it. Just give me a minute or two." No, like the water's rising and it won't stop. At this point, the kids and the parents are swarming the hallway.
They're watching this water rise slowly about to overflow. Parents are panicking. Kids are screaming. The dad rushes in and he tries plunging.
It's not working. He flushes again.
Horrible idea. Water now begins to spill over. Oh my god. Get the towels. Now, the shy kid that was invited on accident watches all this happen. And then he says, "Everybody stop. Give me a minute." He goes to the kitchen. He grabs a large spoon, like this super long ladle. He takes the plunger from the dad. He goes into the bathroom and he shuts the door. He was in there for 5 minutes. Everyone's sitting outside waiting. It's completely silent. All you hear is swishing and plunging. What is happening? Milk. After 5 minutes, he steps out calm, completely unfazed.
We're good. Toilet's fine. Everything's settled. And they clean the floor as well. Hold on. Let me see. Let me see.
Wow. The dad tests the toilet. It works and it's spotless in here and everyone starts cheering. The kids then like, "All right, I guess I'll go now." But no, you're staying. You're a freaking legend. The kids stayed and they had a great time. He made a lot of new friends that day and he really did leave a legend. It was lunchtime. Everyone is sitting on the lunch tables. It's pretty packed. And well, a chain reaction starts. The one where you punch someone in the shoulder and you say, "Pass it on. Pass it on.
Pass it on. There's laughter.
Everybody's playing along. The row across for them sees this and then they join in as well. Well, it gets to this one kid.
Pass it on.
>> He bursts into tears. He's ugly crying.
>> He's wailing so loud the whole cafeteria is staring at him. He bolts out of the lunchroom and goes straight to the office.
No, you have to do something. He assaulted my son. I promise you, we're going to get to the bottom of this.
Okay. No, my son was assaulted. We demand expulsion. Cut to the kid being called into the office. Hey, I met with the kid's parents and the school board.
I'm giving you a 120day expulsion. Wait, for real? It It was a game everybody was playing. Shut your mouth. 120 days. Even some of the kids that were at the table tried to go to the principal's office to explain that, yo, this is actually a harmless game and everybody was playing.
That kid is just being a baby. But he didn't listen. And that kid was expelled for 120 days. And here's the worst part.
After 120 days, he was allowed to come back. But if he messed up one time by even getting a detention, they would put him on a permanent expulsion. That's kind of messed up. So this kid spent his summer at yard sales. Every Saturday he'd be out in the neighborhood scanning tables looking for sneakers at these garage sales. Didn't matter if they were brand new or perfect condition. Any sneaker with a logo worked. Nike, Adidas, doesn't matter. And he was finding them. Some were five bucks a pair. Some were eight bucks a pair. Some were free. Just take them, man. I don't want them anymore. Fantastic. He would take them home, scrub them with a toothbrush, swap them with brand new laces. He would then throw them up on Facebook Marketplace and eBay. And people were buying these shoes. 40 bucks, 80 bucks, sometimes even over a hundred. He said it was crazy how many rare shoes people were selling for like $5. His brother would come home every day from working at Subway and this kid would just be sitting there counting his cash. His parents finally asked, "Kevin, where's all this money coming from, man?" And he just opened up his closet.
Look at this. From reselling sneakers.
By the end of summer, he had made more than his brother made the entire summer at Subway. All from reselling $5 sneakers. You got to respect the hustle.
This is insane. A kid goes to a friend's house for dinner. They're sitting down.
It's spaghetti night. Okay, we know the rules, everyone. We must say what we're thankful for. They're all sitting down.
The food's in front of them. This kid assumes that they each say one thing and then move on to eat. But the mom then says this before each and every bite.
Wait, before each bite? Yeah. It builds gratitude. So, the plates are steaming.
Nobody's eating yet. And it gets to the dad first. Oh, I'm thankful for my family.
Then it moves to this kid's friend. I'm thankful for spaghetti.
And then it gets to this kid. Um, go on.
I'm thankful for math class.
That's good.
It keeps going. Bite after bite after bite. By round six, this kid is losing it. I'm thankful for forks and gravity and oxygen. Hey, don't get smart. Dinner takes 2 hours and this kid decides to leave. And as he's walking out, he whispers to himself, "I'm thankful I'm never coming back here again." Yeah, no kidding. Every night at 8:00 p.m., this kid's parents would shut off the internet. Didn't matter what he was doing. And to turn it back on, you had to have her password. Homework, group projects, whatever, it didn't matter. At 8:00 p.m., the Wi-Fi was getting shut down. At first, he's mad. Like, this is not fair. But then he realizes the neighbor's Wi-Fi signal is very strong and they're very old, so there wasn't a Wi-Fi password. He begins doing his homework on their Wi-Fi by his bedroom window. Okay, perfect. It works. Then like winter hits and the signal gets worse for some reason. Dang it. Connect.
Connect. Send.
He starts getting closer and closer to the neighbor's house. He begins sitting on his front porch, then outside their windows. This goes on for weeks.
Sometimes the signal is better.
Sometimes it's horrible. Until one night, the signal was very bad. So, he was sitting directly underneath their bedroom window. He didn't know it was their bedroom, but another neighbor saw it. What is that creep doing? And yeah, I guess it would look pretty creepy.
This dude sitting outside the neighbor's window with a laptop. In the dark, the police get called. The cop shows up. He explains to them, "I'm using their Wi-Fi." Mine gets cut off at 8:00 p.m.
by my parents. I have homework to do.
Cop's not even mad at him. He's like, "Where are your parents?" The parents come out. The cop says, "You shut off the Wi-Fi at 8:00 p.m. He's got homework to do. Look what he's doing." He shames the parents. And the parents are very embarrassed because yeah, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard of.
Nobody gets in trouble that day. And the parents stopped turning the Wi-Fi off.
That's just wild. If you talk, I'm writing your name down and you sit alone tomorrow. Understand? At this one small town school, the lunchroom rule was brutal. No talking at all. If you talked, your name went on the small board and you had to sit alone by yourself at lunch the next day while there was this one menace of a kid named Owen. And Owen was trying to cause some trouble. Watch this. He decided to drop a bunch of money in front of this one kid sitting down eating his lunch. The kid goes, "Oh, hey, is this yours?" Name on the board. Alone tomorrow. This kid's a menace. He never says a word, but every single lunch period, he's trying to trap kids into talking, and people are falling into this trap. He's flicking food at people, accidentally bumping trays onto the ground, straight up kicking kids in the shin.
What the heck? And the teachers think Owen's a saint. Every time they look over, he's just sitting there, arms crossed, smirking. By the end of the month, the quiet lunchboard is full every single day with kids spread apart all over the cafeteria because they were sitting alone except for Owen.
Eventually, the school's like, "That's it. This is obviously not working. So, we're getting rid of this rule." And the rule was gone. And it was all because of Owen. What a freaking rascal. After class one day, a teacher tells him, "Tomorrow, I need you to come to my office hours." Oh, like right after school? Yes. And he's actually excited.
At home, he tells his mom, "I got a thing for class tomorrow after school."
He tells her, "It's office hours." And he thinks it's a party. Oo, office hours. That sounds fun. Let's go to Costco. We'll have you get some cookies to bring. So, they go to Costco. She buys some cookies, chips, some plates.
Next day after school, he's walking down the hallway with a plastic bag full of these snacks, and he's excited. He knocks on the teacher's door, smiling, and he goes in.
I didn't know how many people were coming, so I brought extra. What? She looks at the food, looks at him. What are you talking about? Office hours. She closes the door quietly and says, "Uh, we're here to talk about your failing grade."
Oh, it's not it's not a party.
No. He sits down defeated. He talks to the teacher and they have a plan to fix his failing grade. And as he's about to leave, All right. Well, um, thanks. I guess I should go do my homework. Wait, I can't let you waste all the food.
Let's bring out the cookies and the chips. Let's have a little party. Just us two.
Okay. And for the next 15 minutes, they sat there and ate cookies and chips and just chatted like two human beings. And then he went on his way. Hey, actually, that's a good teacher. It was April.
Heat was rising. Classrooms were packed.
The AC wasn't working very well. And the school had a rule. No standing up during class, even for a second. Not even to stretch. What? The teacher said it disrupted the learning environment.
Whatever. That's completely bogus. Well, this one kid named Andy, he has this knee condition. It was a sports injury.
He had done physical therapy, all this stuff. Well, he gets into class. The bell had barely rung and his knee was bothering him. So, he shifted in his chair a bit and stood up to adjust.
Andy, it was his history teacher. You know the rule. Or do you? No. No. I wasn't walking around. My knee was hurting. I had to go office now. He gets into the office and he explains everything to the principal. Are you disrespecting your teacher's orders? No.
I just needed to attention today. Well, you see, this kid's mom was a nurse and when she finds out about this, she was pissed. Well, she shows up the next day with his medical records and slaps them on the principal's desk. Hey, unless you're planning on becoming a doctor, you're going to let my kid stand up when his knee hurts. Okay. Yes, ma'am.
Apparently, she was so intense the principal was freaked out he talked to the teacher and that rule changed very quick. What kind of teacher would do that, though? That's insane. So, this kid had the biggest yard in the entire neighborhood. It's the yard that people always ended up hanging out at. But one summer, he had a bigger idea. He thought about those giant music festivals and how much money they make. And he thought, "Why not try to have one in my backyard?" So, first he held auditions, bands, comics, magicians, whatever.
Bring your instruments, bring your tricks, just show me what you got. And the best acts got a spot on the lineup.
He built a stage out of stacked wood pallets and plywood. It wasn't fancy, but it worked. A friend brought an amp.
Some dude brought a microphone. It was all coming together. At the front gate of his yard, he had two friends working security. 10 bucks a ticket. And inside, hot dogs and soda for $2 each. And his dad manned the grill. That night, the whole freaking neighborhood showed up.
Parents, kids, even people he didn't know. And the band was crushing it.
Folding chairs around the bonfire, people dancing to the music. It was a beautiful site. By the end of the night, they had made a really good amount of money. And he thought to himself, "I'm going to put this money towards doing it again next year." And that's exactly what he did. The next year it happened again, bigger and better. And he kept doing it. It wasn't just a big party. It became a tradition for the entire neighborhood. And they loved it. You got to respect the hustle. This English teacher was super chill. Okay, guys.
Late homework can be turned in at any time up until the last week of school.
Dude, that's awesome. You can turn your homework in up until the last week of school and I'll take no points off. He figured that this would encourage students to just do their homework at their own pace and do it well. Well, one kid takes advantage of this situation, doesn't turn in homework all year. Weeks pass, then months. The teacher assumes this kid just dropped the ball and that he's not going to turn it in ever until the final week of school. He brings a stack of worksheets and essays to this teacher's desk, and I mean stacks. All right, here you go. Oh, yo. Yo, what is this? It's late homework. Remember what you said? Oh. Um, I also emailed you six of the book reports, so those should be in your inbox now. All right. Thanks, teach. I hate my life. So now this teacher on the last week of school has to grade a crap ton of homework. It's the last thing he wants to do. I am never doing this ever again. The next year. All right, guys. Welcome to class.
Homework is due when it's due. There is no exceptions for late work. Dang, that kid ruined it for everybody in elementary school. This guy had one friend. I have one friend. It's me. The thing is, this kid got bullied a lot. So whenever his friend hung out with him at school, his friend would also get bullied. Dude, whenever I hang out with you, your bully also bullies me. I know.
I'm sorry. So they made a rule. They wouldn't hang out at school. They wouldn't hang out at recess. They weren't friends in class. They only hung out after school where nobody could see them. That's messed up. So at school, this kid was pretty much alone. Well, one day during recess, a popular kid asked him if he wanted to kick a ball around. Hey bro, you want to play kickball with me? Uh, sure. This was completely out of nowhere. He was shocked. This never happened to him.
Well, they started actually having fun.
That's when the popular kid said this.
Dude, this is fun, man. You're not as bad as your friend says you are. What?
Turns out that kid's friend was bullying him behind his back, starting bad rumors about how bad of a guy he was, being a complete two-faced jerk. He stopped talking to his friend altogether, even after school. And he actually became pretty good friends with the popular guy. Hey, what's up, Carl? Bro, leave us alone, man. We're We're having a conversation. Yeah. Jerk. What a what a horrible friend. He got detention on his birthday. No. So, apparently he was talking back to a teacher and the teacher gave him after school detention today, but it's my birthday. I don't care. So, it was after school. He was in detention sitting there sad. He was supposed to be hanging out with his friends. Sucks so bad. But then the detention room door busted open and his five best friends walked in. Hey yo, happy birthday, bro. What's up, brother?
Happy birthday, man. Yo, what? The detention teacher was like, "Hey, you guys can't be in here. It's his birthday, man. Come on." One friend brought in cupcakes, soda, balloons, and they passed cupcakes and soda out to everybody in the classroom, even the teacher. Oh. Um, thank you. Hey, we get a cupcake, too. Of course, man. Enjoy.
This party's for everybody. And then they sang to their friend. Happy birthday to you. I blow out your candle, bro. And for the rest of the detention period, they were listening to music, eating cupcakes, and the teacher that tried to shut it down at first ordered a freaking pizza. And by the end, nobody wanted to leave. You know what? There's still some pizza left and some soda. 20 more minutes, huh? Hey, nice. Honestly, best birthday ever. That's freaking awesome. Now, this is unfortunate. One day during school, it's in between classes and this kid is booking it down the hallway.
He's running to the bathroom. Why?
because he needs to throw up. So, he's running. He's holding his stomach. He's sweating. It looks pretty bad. But the history teacher sees this. He's strict.
He's very dramatic. Hey, you there? We do not run in the corridor. The kid doesn't say anything. He just keeps running.
>> Oh, no you don't. The teacher blocks off the hallway with his arms, but as he says this next thing in the middle of a sentence, this kid pukes and it goes into the teacher's mouth. You will walk What? The teacher then pukes. The kid continues to go to the bathroom and the entire hallway is watching like, "Yo, what the freaking heck just happened?"
Obviously, the kid never got in trouble for running because, well, he was feeling sick. But the history teacher's reputation was tainted permanently.
That's insane. Picture this. First day of high school, a new teacher walks in.
Cool looking guy with the mustache. He starts roll call. Billy, here. Carl, I have milk in my backpack. Steven, here.
You must be the kid that still sleeps in that blue race car bed, huh? What? The kid was confused because he actually did sleep in a blue race car bed. So, he started thinking that this guy's a total creep, but he forgot about it. Maybe it was a lucky guess. Well, as days go on, there were more and more things this teacher was saying. How's Roffus, Stephen? Is he still got that stomach infection? How did you know that? This reminds me of when your mom was talking about the cat and when he ate the light bulb. Hey, Stephen. How was that Twinkie last night? I know you snuck one from the cabinet. Was it 2:00 a.m.? 2 a.m.
Twinkie. Kids absolutely freaked out.
The next day he's in class, scared of what he's going to say today, when all of a sudden his dad comes out. Hey, HOW WE DOING, JOHNNY? STEVEN, we got you.
We got you, son. What? Turns out this kid's dad and the new teacher go to the same gym and one day they got to talking and the dad's like, "Oh, you're starting at Gilchrist teaching this year, huh?"
Yeah, fifth grade. Oh, my son's in fifth grade. Oh, nice. What's his name? His name's Steven. He's in your class. I have a great idea. It was all an elaborate prank. Kid was definitely relieved, but he's not too happy that now all of his classmates know that he still sleeps in a blue race car bed. She planned her son's birthday party. He was turning 13. She was a single mom. She wasn't wealthy. She was just getting by.
And her son's birthday lands right next to Christmas. So most years he doesn't get much, but like I said, he's turning 13 years old. It's a milestone. So she saved up. She was going to plan him an awesome birthday with his friends.
batting cages, cake, games, food, a scavenger hunt with a cash prize. She pulled out four $5 bills earlier that week to use for the scavenger hunt.
Well, on the last day of school, before this kid's birthday party, there was an event at school that she gave her son $5 for. Later that day, her son's friend comes over to hang out briefly. After they leave the house to go play around in the neighborhood, she goes to the kitchen and sees her purse sitting there, and her wallet is open, and she is convinced there's a $5 bill missing from her wallet. What the heck is this?
She calls her son. Did you take $5 from my wallet? He says no. She asks if his friend took it. He says no. My friend didn't take it. And she's convinced he's lying about this, but he's sticking to his guns. I promise you, Mom, I didn't take it. And neither did my friend. This is crazy. Well, I just don't believe you. So, your birthday party is canled.
I already called the batting cages. It's over. All this over $5. $5 that she might have just lost herself. Maybe her son didn't actually take it, but she canceled this 13th birthday party anyway, and I think that's pretty messed up. How about you? It's testing week at this one middle school. Normally, kids have their Chromebooks open all day during class or they're eating this iPad. And as you can imagine, the kids have Tik Tok tabs open. They're playing games. YouTube is paused somewhere.
Well, this week, the teacher says, "No Chromebooks or iPads all week this week." The kids are like, "What?" She then says, "We're just going to be watching movies." Now, when I was in school, that would be the best thing you could hear. There'd be cheering, but this room goes tense. So, we're just going to like sit here and stare at nothing. Miss, we're going to be so bored. This is stupid. Yeah, this is actually messed up. They then start calling the teacher horrible names.
You're a freaking loser, idiot. Piece of crap. Yeah, I hope you die. It escalates and escalates. One kid flips a desk.
Enough. The teacher then grabs the school police liaison. He comes in and shuts this entire debauchery down. Every student in that class gets into big trouble because what the heck is the matter with them? Are kids really that obsessed with the screens these days?
Maybe I'm old, but like I said, all I know, movie days when I was in school.
>> In 8th grade, this art teacher had a locked cabinet in the back of the room.
It was kind of mysterious. She never talked about it, but once a week she would go back there, unlock it, take out a small handful of things, and walk away. Kids would whisper wondering what's inside. Is it expensive paints, ancient artifacts, animals? Well, one semester, this student named Riley was picked to stay after school one day to help clean some stuff up. The teacher leaves the room for 5 minutes, and that cabinet key is just sitting there on the desk, so he opens it slow and carefully.
opening it slow and carefully.
>> Inside were stacks and stacks of goldfish cracker boxes. No art supplies, no ancient masterpieces. Just enough freaking goldfish crackers to feed a small country. When the teacher comes back in, Riley asks, "Cabinet Goldfish?
Why?" "Oh, it's my favorite snack. I take one handful per class, and I just munch on them. I love it."
>> It was just her own personal snack cabinet. Who would have thought? It started at lunch one day when this kid pulled out a Ziploc bag of perfectly peeled orange slices. It was clean, cold citrus. Immediately, the kid next to him goes, "Yo, can I have one?" Yeah, for a buck. The next day, he brings two bags.
The day after that, he brings five bags.
He starts charging people a dollar per baggie. And people actually pay.
Business was absolutely booming. He calls it the Fresh Citrus Company. And he draws his logo on each Ziploc bag with a Sharpie. It's an orange with sunglasses on. Within a couple weeks, business was booming so much that he was bringing these unpeeled oranges to school, and he had hired two other students to help him peel them throughout the day. He had to train them on how to peel because part of his business was having the perfectly peeled orange slices. He called these guys his citrus team, and he splits some of the profits with them. But it all ends when a teacher pulls him aside and tells him that he has to stop.
>> You aren't allowed to sell food on school grounds unless approved by the district. You're shut down. He challenged this, but then the principal got involved and it was kind of a whole thing. So, the business was shut down.
That day, he got together with his citrus team. They each had one last slice together and they went their separate ways. It's been an honor, team.
I will peel oranges for you anytime.
Godspeed.
Godspeed. You got to respect the hustle.
One day, this group of middle schoolers decided they're going to start a band.
They got a rusty drum set, a broken amp, and one kid with a guitar who only knows like two chords. Well, here's what they did. They made flyers and they put them around the school. Live garage concert, $1 admission, and they put the address.
Well, after school, kids start showing up to this garage. The first day it was like 10 people. And these guys come out like they're freaking rock stars. What's up everybody? What's up? You ready for a concert? And the people are like, "Yeah, sure. I guess just play something." And they launch into their one song. Garage music. Garage music. And it ends. That's it. Play something else. but they don't know anything else, so they just play the song again. Garage music. Garage music.
And those kids left pissed off. But the thing is, people kept coming back every single week and paying the entry fee just so they could boo this band. Garage music. You guys freaking suck. Yeah, you guys stink.
Every time there was a garage concert, these students would bring different foods to throw at them. And the band, they didn't really care because they're making $15 to $20 a show for only like a minute of music. Hey, got to respect the hustle. This school sold popcorn every Friday. Plain, no butter, no seasoning, just small sad bags for $1. Well, one day this kid Tyler shows up with a freaking plan. He brings a small lunchbox to lunch and inside dozens of mini popcorn seasoning shakers. ranch, nacho cheese, cinnamon sugar, literally anything. Hey yo, can I use that, man?
Totally homie. A quarter per shake. Now, at first, people thought this was kind of ridiculous. One quarter for one shake of popcorn seasoning, but once people started trying it, it was game freaking over. He would stand on top of the lunch tables shaking seasonings into people's popcorn bags while kids are sliding and throwing him quarters. It was kind of busting. And Tyler wouldn't just stop there. If somebody was broke, he would say, "I season it for you now. You bring me a quarter tomorrow, or else I'm writing your name down. I don't forget."
By the end of the month, all the popcorn was seasoned to perfection thanks to Tyler. One day, Tyler is counting out $20 in quarters when the principal comes up to him and says, "We do not run seasoning businesses in this lunchroom.
You're done." And he was shut down. You got to respect the hustle, though. If your phone goes off in class, you might get arrested. This school had a strict no phone policy. You couldn't even have your phone on you. Not in your pocket, not in your bag, nothing. But the real rule, if a phone rang, audibly buzzed, or dinged during class, the entire room had to stand up, hands on their head, and wait. So, you see, 50 years ago, they invented broccoli. All right, stand up.
They would then send in a school officer to search every single student. Pocket checks, bag checks, didn't matter.
Everybody was getting searched. And if you didn't comply or if they found your phone, incarceration may result. That's what the handbook said. Meaning you might get arrested, which doesn't make sense. And I want to remind you guys this is this is a real story. So one day in third period, somebody's phone rings loudly. Everybody up, hands on your heads. The officer comes in. Well, one kid isn't standing up. Stand up. Eat my shorts, idiot. Excuse me? I said, eat my shorts, big man. That's it. Get him.
And they arrested the kid. Yes, I know he was talking bad to him, but still, I don't know where the school got off or what kind of law they were riding on, but this entire thing just doesn't seem okay. So, when this guy was in high school, the school's bulldog statue, big metal, full-on mascot, just vanished, gone overnight. The next day, it was just an empty base, and rumors were spreading. The rival school took it.
It's got to be a senior prank. One teacher said it was melted for scrap.
What a dumb rumor. Well, fast forward 15 years. This one guy was having a beer with his older brother. His older brother was a very quiet, low-profile guy in high school when all of a sudden his brother said, "Hey, remember that bulldog statue in high school?" Yeah. I hid it with my truck. It was me. You what? Apparently, it was late at night.
He was doing donuts in the school parking lot. And boom.
Oh gosh. The bulldog goes flying off the platform. And instead of owning up to this, he panics. He grabs the statue and tosses it in his trunk like it's a freaking body.
He drives it out to the woods. There's this little bridge by their old house.
He parks by it, takes the bulldog out of the trunk, walks to the bridge, and looks around. I'm sorry, buddy.
And dumps it. Bulldog sinks to the bottom of the river. Gone forever.
Honestly, that is legendary behavior.
She's not breathing. I'm calling 911.
This happened junior year, middle of class. The teacher collapses, hits the ground hard. It wasn't a fall. It was a full-blown cardiac arrest. One student jumps up, grabs their phone, and dials 911. Yes, my teacher collapsed. I don't think he's breathing. Can they guide him while he gives chest compressions?
Stay with me, teach. Stay with me, teach. Ambulance comes. They take the teacher. The teacher's life is saved.
And guess what the school does? They suspend that student. You're suspended.
You broke the rules. School staff supposed to approve all emergency calls.
Are you kidding me? That was the actual policy. If something happened, you were supposed to go find a school admin, report the crisis, wait for a call to be authorized, and then somebody can call 911. Like, it doesn't make any sense.
This kid's teacher was literally dying on the floor, and he got in trouble for calling 911 to save his life. And get this, later that same year, another kid has a seizure, cracks their head on the floor. The whole class is screaming, and it takes the school 30 minutes to approve the call. Sounds like they didn't really care about emergencies.
They cared about control. And that is so messed up. This teacher roasted his students. So, in this 10th grade history class, the teacher has a tradition.
Every Friday before the bell, he would roast one student. I'm going to roast Steven today. Nothing too mean, just a little bit fun. Like tiny little digs.
Steven, your haircut looks like your little brother did it with a lawn mower.
And your handwriting looks like a 5-year-old's.
I'm just kidding around. Have a good weekend, guys. Pretty much all the kids laughed it off, but one kid, he was kind of a quiet kid, he starts a notebook, and he calls this operation final bell.
He passes this notebook around every week to other students in this class, and people write roasts of that teacher.
Oneliners, history burns, everything. By May, this notebook's absolutely packed.
The last day of school comes, the bell rings, and the teacher goes, "All right, guys. One last roast for old time's sake, huh?" This kid then stands up and goes, "Yeah, but this time we roast you." Wait, what? Yeah. You walk like you're mad at the floor. Your breast smells like a cat pooped in it. You dress like you buy clothes from the clearance rack at an old ladies store where you've learned more about your midlife crisis than the subject you teach. And you look goofy in that hat.
Kind of harsh, but hey, I get it. That's a good one, guys. And then everyone leaves for the summer. Hey, can't stand the heat? Get out of the kitchen. Right.
The legend of this school wasn't a student. It was the gym teacher, Mr. Lev. One day during morning drop off, he's out by the curb helping kids get into the school while a bus pulls in too sharp and hits him. Full body contact.
All right, guys. Head on in there. Head on in there. The bell's about to ring.
Oh no. He goes flying like it looked pretty bad. Everyone in the bus is screaming. OH MY GOD, YOU KILLED HIM. Oh sh Oh god. But what does Mr. Lev do? He stands up, walks onto the bus, and goes, "Is everybody okay in here?" Uh, yeah.
Are you? Oh, I'm fine. You guys should get inside. The bell's about to ring.
And then just walks it off like nothing happened. From that day forward, he was untouchable. Like schoolwide Chuck Norris energy. Now, a few years after graduation, there was this crazy rumor that Mr. Lev got fired for soaking raisins in vodka and drinking them throughout the day, which people are pretty sure that wasn't true, but still he was fired. Well, years later, somebody saw his obituary. He had passed away. But people who knew him said that Mr. Lev was loved. He was like the Terminator, the only teacher to get hit by a bus and finish his shift. Rest in peace, Mr. Lev. Rest in peace. This school had a villain, a mayonnaise villain. Every few days, students would be walking up the main staircase when you would hear gross. Somebody would scream, hold up their hand, and it would be covered in mayonnaise. The mayonnaise wouldn't be on top of the railing, it would be underneath. It started in the cafeteria stairwell. Then it spread math hallway, science wing became a problem.
You'd think that they would install cameras or that they would have cameras in the stairwells, but they didn't. So now everyone's terrified of touching railings because obviously some kid has been taking mayonnaise and smearing it under the railings in every single staircase into school. And it wasn't like a little bit of mayonnaise, it was a lot. Kids are just walking up the stairs now with their hands to their sides cuz no one's going to touch that stuff. And nobody knows who's doing this. The janitors are mad. The teachers are furious. The principal makes an announcement. Please, whoever is putting mayonnaise under the railings, stop it.
It never stops. There was breaks for a few months, but it never stopped until one day it did 2 years later. And people assume it's because the mayonnaise bandit graduated. But even still, after that, the legend lives on forever.
That's disgusting. This teacher is so mean. This kid was 12 years old and he was trying really hard in art class.
Whole week, he's working on this fruit bowl sketch. He's carefully shading it, blending colors. He's doing his best.
Well, he's getting almost close to being done and he's proud of this. He walks up to the teacher and he says, "Hey, Miss Reynolds, you think I'm doing okay on this?" She takes one look. She smirks and says this out loud in front of the entire class. It would be good if a 5-year-old did it. What? You heard me?
No one even laughs at this. Even the class clown is sitting there in complete silence just looking at him. He goes back to his desk, his face is red, and he just rips the painting in half.
He didn't turn in another project the rest of the year. Even when he had to, he would just scribble something random on a piece of notebook paper and turn that in because why even try when the person who grades you talks to you like that? She killed his confidence and she made him hate what he used to love doing. And that is no way to be a teacher. So screw that lady. Come here, idiot. Not you again. Every single day at lunch, this same bully would walk by this kid. He would slam his lunch tray down and laugh. Oops, my bad. I guess you're eating off the floor again. The kid would just pick it up. He would try not to cause a scene. But it kept happening every single day. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Well, finally, this kid had enough. He snapped. One day, he showed up to lunch with a shiny metal lunchbox. It looked normal, and nobody thought twice. But inside the lunchbox were two heavy bricks. The thing was heavy, but he was carrying it around like it was normal. So, here comes the bully. He's smirking. Hey, let me help you with your new lunchbox, lunch boy.
Oh, okay. And just like every other day, the bully smacks the lunchbox. But right as the bully's hand hits the lunchbox, the kid lets go right above the bully's foot.
My toe. I think it's broken. Oops. My bad. And the bully's toe was broken, but it was his own fault. After that day, he did not mess with this kid ever again.
Yeah, good. You are stealing from the school. I'm charging my phone. Exactly.
This kid plugs his phone into the wall outlet during class. It wasn't a distraction. His phone just had low battery and they were doing a free work period. So, what's the big deal? Well, the teacher sees this and loses it.
Unplug that now. You are stealing school electricity. It's a phone charger.
Unplug it or you're suspended and will bill you for the power you used. He thinks there's no way that the school would go that far, so he doesn't unplug his phone. But the school, oh, they wanted to punish him. They were ready.
He gets called to the office the next day. Official suspension. And he got a notice to appear before a disciplinary committee. What? All this for using the wall outlet in class. So he shows up calm. Silent. Well, young man, theft is theft, no matter how small. Cool. Here's 10 cents. Keep the change. Excuse me.
You're not done here. Oh. Oh, yes, I am.
Bye. And he walks out. He didn't do that as an actual payment. He did that as a statement because the electricity he used probably cost the school less than a penny. and he gave them 10 times that just to show how ridiculous this all was. And just to punish him and make an example out of him, the school district spent hundreds of dollars filling out forms, calling this meeting, filing reports just to punish him. So, they're the real losers in this fight. And this kid just walked out, no care in the world. What an absolute legend. Every school has a mystery. This one had a poopetrator. Okay, I'm sorry, but that's what they called him. Someone was sneaking into the bathrooms and smearing, not tagging, not vandalizing, straight up fingerpainting on the stalls with poop. There's been another code brown. I repeat, there's been another code brown. It's literally what they call this. It was a real phrase, a real alert. The janitor would sigh, grab his gloves, and head in. One day, a kid opens the stall, and he freezes. It's art. A whole drawing smeared on the stall door. A sun drawn in the corner, a flower in the middle, a barn with a horse outside of it on the left side, all smeared in human feces. Look, dude, why is it actually good? Like, it was actually impressive. Nobody knew who was doing this, but after weeks of chaos, they caught him brownhanded.
They caught him in the act mid sketch.
Turns out he did this every time he went number two. He got expelled after that.
And for two years after that, to try to avoid copycats, they had people monitoring the bathrooms at all times.
All because of one poop Picasso. That's crazy. The legendary substitute. It was last period, 90 minutes long, and this class's teacher was out for 2 days. So, a sub came in to cover both. The first thing he said when he came in was this.
All right, students. This class is different. You will decide what we do tomorrow yourselves. Whatever you all agree on unanimously, I will make happen. And the class starts whispering, "Wait, wait." Like anything, anything.
But every single one of you has to agree on it. So for the next hour and a half, the entire class was working like a group project. They debated, argued, bargained, and by the end they had a full plan. The first 15 minutes, they wanted music playing, and they wanted snacks. Then a movie of their choice.
They chose Shrek 2. And with the movie, they wanted soda and pizza. And not like one slice each. They wanted enough pizza so everyone could get stuffed. The sub just nodded, "All right, tomorrow it's done." And the next day, the classroom was a freaking vibe. Pizza boxes stacked Tai, music, Shrek 2, kids with food comas in every desk. It was the only time the entire class agreed on something, and it was the last time that Sub ever taught at that school. This kid got in trouble for running in the sandbox. Not fighting, not throwing sand, running. He was in first grade and apparently the school had a rule. No running in the sandbox. Well, this kid always got very excited to play like a kid should. It's recess. There's a sandbox. I I would be excited as well.
And he got punished for it. Not just once. They gave this kid over 20 detentions for running in a sandbox in first grade. And then at the end of the year, the school planned a field trip.
But the principal says to this kid, "You've had too many infractions. You cannot attend the fetal trip." So the parents say, "This is absolutely ridiculous. I can't believe the school is doing this." You know what? Let's take him ourselves. So they take him.
Same place, same day. They bought their own tickets. I think it was like a zoo or something. Well, the school finds out. They see him at this place. And the principal suspends the kid on the last day of school because he showed up to the same place as the school field trip with his parents. So instead of going to the last day of school, this kid's grandma took him shopping at the mall.
And honestly, that sounds way better.
What kind of school is this? So there was this one teacher and he lost his freaking mind. At this one school every single spring, there was this thing called wildlife week. For one whole week, classes would go outside the school and go into the woods and they would just explore learning about wildlife and creatures and stuff like that. It was everyone's favorite week.
But this one teacher, older gray hair, mid-50s, he decided that the kids in his class had to pay a wildlife tax. For this year, kids, you have to pay me if you want to participate in wildlife week. The students are sitting there stunned, and one kid was just like, "I ain't paying for that, old man. There will be consequences if you don't cooperate. Prove it." Well, that made this teacher incredibly mad. And he snaps. He walks three steps towards this kid and just punches him right in the face.
The kids knocked out Kohl's. The teacher's looking around like, "Oh my god, what did I just do?" School security runs in cuz they heard all the ruckus. They dragged this guy out of the school. He was fired. He went to jail for a little bit. And uh yeah, that's it. Like uh you know, hey, that's crazy.
You are a sad excuse for a student. Can you please leave him alone? No. This happened in a seventh grade social studies class. You see, this teacher, she had a reputation. She didn't like to grade papers. So, at the start of every class, students had to grade each other's papers for her. And it always had to be done in red pen. Well, one day, this kid, quiet, he's kind of awkward. He has trouble focusing, probably like me. He's probably got ADHD. He asks the person next to him, "Hey, can I borrow a red pen?" Before he even gets an answer, the teacher snaps loudly. Don't you dare give him a pen.
Whole class just stares. She just starts going off on him. You are a sad excuse of a student, too lazy to even remember your own pen. You will go nowhere in life if you can't remember basic supplies. You are an absolute disgrace.
It doesn't stop. She keeps going. 10 minutes, then 15 minutes. Pathetic, worthless embarrassment. Other students are getting incredibly uncomfortable.
Please leave him alone. Okay, Missy gets it. Just please stop. But she doesn't.
She continues to tear him down in front of everybody. And when it's over, he just sits there red in the face, tears building in his eyes. Doesn't say a word for the rest of class.
Multiple students reported this. Parents called the school, but nothing happened.
There were no consequences. No apology either. She kept teaching and he just kept to himself. That is completely messed up. Can I go to the bathroom? You know the rules. This teacher had the worst bathroom policy ever. You weren't allowed to just ask. If you had to go, you had to stand up, walk to the front of the room, and explain why you deserved to go to the bathroom. Those were her words, deserved. He said it was about building confidence and reclaiming classroom trust. Mostly, she just didn't believe students were telling the truth.
I've seen too many kids abuse the bathroom. If you really have to go, prove it. And so, one day, this kid raises his hand. Usually, he avoids asking this teacher to use the bathroom cuz he just doesn't want to deal with all this. And during this class, he held it in as long as he could, but he really had to freaking go. So, he asks, "Uh, miss, can I go to the bathroom, please?"
You're going to have to convince me. I'm not playing with you right now, Miss.
Can I please just go to the bathroom? I have to go so bad. You know the rules.
Get up here and explain why you should go to the bathroom. Okay, fine. Can I do a visual demonstration? Whatever it takes. And yeah, by visual demonstration, that's exactly what he meant. This is your fault.
He goes in his pants right then and right there. And the teacher, get this, she gets angry and sends him to the office. Go to the office now. He goes to the office and explains to the principal what had happened. And the principal did not take this lightly. Instead of seeing a kid disobeying a teacher's rule, he sees a teacher refusing to let students use the bathroom when they have to.
After that day, that class, if you had to use the bathroom, you were just allowed to go. And the principal gave that teacher her last warning. Yeah, she sounds horrible. One day, this kid bought a bunch of clear iPhone cases for cheap. And he had this friend who was good with graphic design. So, what he would do is he would have his friend make this cool design of whatever he wanted. His friend would then print it and cut it down so it would fit perfectly inside this phone case. And it looked awesome. Clear phone case, this graphic design insert. It was legit.
Custom fit, looked expensive. He did it to his phone case first. It was an anime design and it looked awesome. People saw this and they were immediately intrigued. Well, interest grew and soon he was taking orders for people. NBA, anime, Spongebob, Shrek. He was making these custom phone cases and selling them. Then he starts bundling them together. Three phone cases for $10, six for $15. And business was absolutely booming. He kept buying these clear phone cases. His friend kept designing these designs and custom cutting them to fit the cases. And people were buying them. They were all over the school. The thing was his friend that was designing these and printing them was using the school's printers. The IT guy realized how much printing had been done and he told the principal and this whole thing had to be shut down. But by then he had made $530 and those phone cases became collectibles. Some students even reselling them for three times the price they bought them for. Honestly, you got to respect the hustle. Mr. Donnelly was the new history teacher. Perfectly combed hair, crisp tie. He was very well put together. Then one day, one kid finds him on a bodybuilding website.
Apparently, Mr. Donald used to compete in bodybuilding competitions. Well, he saw this picture of him, spray tan, oiled up, posing like a bodybuilder, and his bodybuilding name was Titan Steel.
Well, this kid tells a bunch of people in his class. And the next morning, good morning class. How are we doing today?
Good morning, Titan Steel.
He's shocked. Excuse me. Oh, sorry. Mr. Donnelly. And by lunch, everybody knew Mr. Donny's secret. Hey, Mr. Steel. You going to bench the vending machine?
What you got for lunch today, Titan?
Bunch of chicken breasts and protein powder.
And he's hearing it all day, every day.
Whisperers of Titan Steel this, Titan Steal that. By January, he freaking snaps. If one more person says that name, I am winning. Titan Steel.
The next day, he was gone when there was a sub. He actually quit that job. I guess he would rather be unemployed than be Titan Steel. Wow, that's absolutely insane. You want a basic charge or fast?
Let's do fast. I need it juiced up by next period. This kid figured out that everyone in the school always had super low battery on their phones. teachers wouldn't let you charge your phone in class and half of the outlets were blocked off. By third period, everyone's walking around with like 1% battery. So, one day he shows up to school with a massive portable battery bank. He hides it inside his locker and he builds a business. $3 for a basic cord charge, $7 for the fast cord charge, $10 for full day priority service. Each cord is labeled blue, slow, red, fast. He's got adapters for every type of phone. He's got a chart in a spiral notebook and and business was booming. People are taking him up on this charging service. He's got sticky notes at every device. This phone for lunch only. This phone charging from lunch till end of day. You know, he was very organized. By the end of this week, he's got regulars. He's got VIPs. One girl even prepaid to have her own charging slot for the entire month to use whenever she wanted to. Kid asks if he can get a charge during science. Yeah. All right. Basic or fast?
Oh, fast. All right. That's seven bucks.
I'll be right back. But then one day, three kids show up to his locker in between classes, and they're all huddled around it. One teacher saw this and got very suspicious. She opens it up and finds six phones plugged into a glowing battery brick, fast charging cords tangled like spaghetti, and a handwritten menu taped to the door of the locker. Shut down, battery confiscated, parents called. That was it. He was definitely upset, but dang, what a business. In those two weeks he ran this, he made over $200. All because he had a good idea and a battery brick.
Got to respect the hustle. Where does he get all his money? Oh, he runs a school storage empire. Nice. So, this kid finds an extra locker. No name on it, no combination, just unlocked. And he gets an idea. He cleans it out, puts his own lock on it, and he starts a business. $3 a day for private storage. He spreads the word. People start taking him up on this. The first week he makes $15 just from kids storing some random stuff like a lunch or a hoodie. But he takes that $15 and he flips it. He starts renting lockers from other students. He found kids that never use theirs and and he gives them money. He rents it out from them. And now he's running his storage business out of their lockers as well.
It's simple. He pays a small little fee.
He charges people for storage and he keeps the profit. At his peak, he had three different lockers in three different hallways. Different clients, different time slots. People would store their phones before gym, put their hoodies in there when they were too hot.
There was no drama, no theft. Everybody respected the system, kept a spiral notebook to track who had what in what locker and when. He even offered weekly deals. $10 for 5 days guaranteed. One kid used that to store a bunch of snacks for himself to have throughout the week.
But then one day, three kids are hovering by locker 223. A teacher walks by, sees one of them pull out a whole bag of candy and a phone charger. Whose locker is this? Nobody answers. The admin gets involved. They pop the lock.
Inside are three phones, a hoodie, a bag of Takis, and a pair of Crocs. They start asking around, and eventually his name got brought up, and he was called to the office. Were you charging students to use lockers? No. I was offering a service. But what would you know about that? Locker Empire shut down. But in 2 weeks, he made over $100.
No losses, no complaints. The only reason it ended was because it got too popular. And that's a good thing. You got to respect the hustle. You don't eat till I say you can. You are the worst dad ever. At this house, dinner was a test. Every night, the same rule. No slouching, no elbows, no speaking unless you're spoken to. But one night, this dad added a new rule. No food until you've calmed your mind. Well, kid walks in hungry. It's been a long day. He reaches for a plate. Not until you've counted 30 breaths out loud. It's a new rule. Kid tries to laugh it off. Are you serious? The dad just stares, so he starts.
One, two. By 19, his voice is shaky and he's very lightheaded. 20 20 by 21, he just says, "Screw it and reaches for his plate." 20. No. No. The dad then stops him. Nope. You're done. He takes the plate and he scrapes it into the trash.
No dinner for you tonight, son. And nobody's hit anything. Not his mom, not his sister. He just sits there and watches the rest of his family eat.
Later that night, his sister knocks on his door with a granola bar. Doesn't say a word, just leaves it. After that day, he doesn't eat at the dinner table anymore. He finds a way to get his own food or he doesn't eat at all. Yo, that dad is the worst. One day at school, two girls started throwing hands in the lunch line over a yogurt, one single cup of strawberry chobani. Lunch was already chaotic that day. They ran out of chicken sandwiches early and the drink cooler was broken, so everybody's tense.
Then a senior cuts the line and grabs the last yogurt off the tray. Another girl behind her goes, "Yo, that's mine.
You didn't pay for it yet." "Yeah, but I was next. You cut me. They go back and forth. Then suddenly, boom.
Trey gets smacked. Yogurt hits the floor and explodes everywhere. And then it begins.
A full-blown fight cuts loose. Security is still halfway across the lunchroom trying to make their way. People are gathering, phones out recording this.
But in the dead background, you can see Mrs. Jenkins, the school principal, standing there, arms crossed, definitely invested in this fight.
Hey, cut it out. Kids are yelling. Hey, somebody should stop them. Mrs. Jenkins, do something. I'm observing. Okay, security's coming. It's fine, ladies, please. The girls get pulled apart.
Nobody is seriously hurt. Just a busted lip in a ripped backpack. But the footage hit Snapchat that afternoon with the caption, "Mrs. Jenkins ringside."
Nobody got suspended. Just a couple detentions were handed out for the rest of the year whenever kids saw Mrs. Jenkins in the cafeteria. They would chuckle to themselves. Look at Mrs. Jenkins.
She's only here cuz she wants to see round two. Can't blame her. Can't blame her. You are not allowed in the nurse's office anymore. He thought she was joking. She wasn't. This kid got banned from medical care. So, in sixth grade, there was this kid, let's call him Owen, always had some weird stomach thing or headache or sore throat. Honestly, yeah, he faked it a lot. He'd go to the nurse's office like it was his part-time job. One day the nurse goes, "Owen, we've seen you nine times this month.
From now on, no more nurse visits unless it's an emergency." He's like, "Okay, what? What?" Well, two weeks later, gym class. They're playing dodgeball and Owen face plants into the floor.
He's seeing stars. He's holding his head. Oh man, he's in a lot of pain.
Coach goes, "I'm going to take him to the nurse." He walks into the nurse's office and the nurse literally said this, "Coach, he's playing you. I promise you, he's playing you like a fiddle. He doesn't need the nurse right now. He's completely fine. Okay. I don't want to hear it. I have a phone call in 5 minutes. Okay. Okay. So, for sure the nurse was being 1,000% out of line there. Super dangerous. Anyway, coach takes Owen back to the gym. How you feeling, buddy? You You okay? Well, now Owen's slurring his words like, "I'm fine. I think I just need a nap."
Eventually, the coach freaks out. He doesn't even want to deal with the nurse anymore. You guys just uh just just sit in the bleachers for the rest of class, okay? I'm taking him to the hospital. He leaves the rest of the class there in the gym and he drives this kid to the hospital himself. Turns out Owen actually had a mild concussion and the coach doesn't take this lightly. He brings it up to the school board. The school board is now in panic mode. The nurse is being investigated. Owen is no longer banned from the nurse's office.
This could have very well been a lawsuit. Owen fully recovered, but you know him. Once he realized the nurse ban was off, he was still in there multiple times a week just to skip class. What are you going to do? What are you going to do?
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