In seventh grade a new boy named Nick transferred to my school and our orchestra teacher sat him next to me as my stand partner (viola section šŸ¤˜šŸ˜)… I accidentally poked him in the eye with the tip of my bow within minutes of meeting him and apologized profusely. He said, ā€œIt’s okay. It’s my blind eye.ā€ He had had congenital cataracts and that actually made me feel worse, not better. Still haunts me to this day but we went on to have a beautiful, intense, and hateful rivalry so I guess it all turned out okay in the end 🫶
May 19, 2025

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My middle school stand partner (cello) rubbed his sweaty hand on my bare thigh and I have never been more disturbed
May 19, 2025
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Would LOVE to hear more about the beautiful, intense and hateful rivalry omg
May 19, 2025
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@CHOC_ORANGE we had like all of our classes together because we were in the school gifted program and we would just bicker and argue about our beliefs constantlyyyy because we were both obnoxious precocious little assholes (he had a Che Guevara messenger bag and I was always distributing pamphlets about the evils of factory farming; this was not the substance of whatever we argued about—I literally don’t remember what it was—but an example of why we were unusually annoying and opinionated for middle schoolers). One day I threw a crumpled paper ball at him and he went to his dad and told him that it cut him which was ridiculous. I got called into the vice principal’s office for a meeting with him and his dad for bullying. I told my side of the story and I said you can’t possibly think that a small girl like me could hurt him and I came out unscathed šŸ˜Ž we continued to simultaneously hate and respect each other throughout middle school but when we had a class senior year of high school there was no more bad blood and we were very friendly!! in retrospect I think maybe we just had crushes on each other and didn’t realize it
May 19, 2025
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@TATERHOLE this was everything I wanted in a follow up thankyou, I also thought maybe this would turn into an enemies to lovers romance further down the line, I think the only thing to do now is to stalk him on facebook
May 19, 2025
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@TATERHOLE I think that story just cured my writers block
May 19, 2025
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@CHOC_ORANGE glad to be of inspiration!! I’ve posted a lot of other garbage on here and on my Substack so check it out if you enjoyed
May 19, 2025

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This actually happened the year after I graduated hs but learning about the incident though my best friends made me realize our replacement band director was, indeed, a massive creep and it wasn't just us holding onto our old teacher lol Also I had an epiphany that lots of his behaviors were very predatory and gross towards myself and his other favorite students, and I'm 90% sure he would've done worse if I wasn't a senior when he first started teaching at our school tbh
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But in high school for this like concert band field trip for a workshop/conference I played ā€œCareless Whisperā€ on my alto sax for my gf at the time on the school bus after everyone boarded to head back home 😭
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my freshman year of high school i went to a new school and i didnt know how to do school well bc i have learning disabilities. it was an academically rigorous traditional school and i forgot to do my homework bc i was bad at planning ahead and like generally keeping track of things. anyway like the first week of this new school i get to class and got called on about the homework and i had to say in front of the class that i forgot. this teacher was known to be an odd ball/old school and he yelled at me and sent me out of class and asked me and told me only to return when i was prepared and ready to learn. needless to say i was stunned and packed up my stuff and ran out crying. i mean i was literally like 14. this then became the folklore everyone told new students about this teacher and it got passed down but no one realized it was me and when i became like a senior i would tell freshman and they were like that was you?!?! anyway this teacher years later got clocked for sexual misconduct and buying kids alcohol lol
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