Hey Pandas, What's Your Favorite School Memory? (Closed)

I have many but two are my absolute favorite. They both revolve around yearbooks: One would be around 6th grade I think....maybe 5th. Anyway, I had a childhood best friend, his name was Jared. We were neighbors and inseparable. We didn't hang out at school because he was 2 grades behind me. One year I wanted a yearbook but my parents wouldn't give me the money for one. I got called to the office and one was "gifted" to me, but NO ONE would tell me who it was from. To this day I'm convinced it was Jared (or his parents) and to this day he denies it. lol. (Yes, we are still friends and I will be 40 soon)
The second was highschool. Freshman or Sophomore year I can't remember. It was year book time and again parentals wouldn't give me money. Which I get, I mean they wouldn't pay for a $20 one why would they pay for a $75 dollar one. I wanted it so bad, and someone dared me and bet that I couldn't steal one because of all the security. I walked in with confidence with my friend picking up hers. I asked to glance at one to see if I wanted to purchase it while holding a three ring binder. While my friend was busy checking out In one flail swoop I grabbed TWO, slid one in my three ring binder and "flipped" through the other one acting un interested. I turned and walked out. I was famous by the end of the day and EVERYONE wanted to sign the "stolen" book. To cover my tracks, my friend wrote "Enjoy your early birthday present" (my bday is in the summer) no one was the wiser and I got my book. **DISCLAIMER** in no way shape or form do I condone stealing. Kids, don't try this at home / school. Stealing is bad! But damn what a great memory.

I have a really awesome ELA teacher this year. Having him is one of the only good things about virtual school. One time while we were in the middle of class there were kids outside the room trying to get something they left in his class. For some reason they couldn't get the door open and he just stopped in the middle of a sentence and yelled, "THE DOOR IS IDIOT PROOF! JUST OPEN IT!" and then just kept on going from where he was. I don't know why but I find it one of the funniest moments ever.

I peed my pants and my friends boght me icecream

Graduating so I never had to see those assholes again.

Favorite memories were from school plays. They were rough, shoddy, cheesy, but completely hilarious for everybody watching it.

So I had a nice friend one day we were holding hands in PE skipping around this is my favorite part MY friend goes ew stop that’s weird I was looking at her like 0-0 I do this with meh best friends it’s not weird that was just rude 0-0

the hourly bell. i thot it was relaxing after a year or two. i was a transfer studdent so it took me a while to get used to it but now im kinda sad bc i cant hear the bell in 2020 - 2021 bc of virtual school

My class got to go on a hike up to the most amazing place. It is a small stream running down to a big river that runs through a ravine on one side, and on the other a waterfall. However, if you hike up behind said waterfall there are smooth rocks with water running over them, creating natural water slides. We played on them for hours! I ripped up my shorts but it was just so worth it. Best field trip ever!

Saying this is the best day of school every few months

This one time i was reading while walking and the strict science teacher stoped me and said “put the book down” i did but as soon i was out of her sight i put it back up

none.I wasn't the popular, rich or smart kid. I was overlooked &disrespected.I blossomed later

A teacher in 6th grade who helped me through a difficult time when nobody else saw the struggle, only my negative reaction. I will always be grateful for the extra time he spent helping me catch up. My problems started in 4th grade when I was diagnosed with epilepsy and became an outcast. My family moved halfway through 5th grade and I was terrified the bullying and loss of friends would start over, so I created an impressive lie about myself that backfired.
In 6th grade, I gave up and was failing everything. My math teacher pulled me aside and with his extra help during the week, gave me my confidence back. The next year, my family moved again for 7th grade. Things worked out from his council.

My entire 5th grade year, it was excel so everybody was super nice, friendly, they had known each other for 2 years already (me being the exception at the time) everybody was some kind of nerd and my teacher was amazing, we had to write stories based off certain words every week and one boy would rap his, others would write elaborate stories that continued over weeks or months. For about a month the class went through a phase where everybody collected the tabs on cans, sodas and sparkling waters. The year was just all around amazing and I made great friends.

When it was my birthday and my friends saw me in the corridor near my locker and just tackled me while screaming.

My "favorite" memory is a little bittersweet. In 2nd grade I'd landed a lead role in the winter play and we had after school rehearsals from the time school ended at 3:15 until 4:30 2x a week for several weeks. Around this time my parents had separated and my mom began drinking heavily and my dad wasn't around to offer support during this time. About 2 weeks in my mom never came to get me & they couldn't get either parent on the phone (this is 1987) so my music teacher drove me home. She was so sweet and pretended it was totally normal but I noticed she waited at the door for my mom to answer and was offered a story about wind the night before resetting her alarm clock & oversleeping a nap. She stood there silent but eventually just said I'd been doing so well & left it at that. This happened again the following week and again after that. After the third time she put me in her car she gently coaxed me into telling her what had been going on. I was an only child and hadn't told anyone so I began sobbing & the whole mess poured out. When I got home that day I was terrified of what would happen but she just casually dropped that she needed to meet with both of my parents & firmly set a time the following day after school. I don't know what was said during that meeting but my mom quit drinking a little over a month later and my dad started dropping by, staying for dinner & picking me up after school. They ended up working through their marital problems & were married 38 years before breast cancer took my mom. I've never forgotten that teacher and often wonder what might have happened if everyone kept pretending I was okay & a 7 year old waiting alone after school for a parent that never came was normal.

Two students in my science class hated each other and every lesson would wind each other up. One day one of the guys decided he had a enough of the other guy and went and picked up the fire extinguisher and went to hit the other student. Instead of hitting him, he dropped the fire extinguisher, which was a powder one, and it cracked and exploded, causing the classroom to fill with powder. It was a really fun lesson. Great memories, I wasn't either of the students, I was sitting near where the extinguisher cracked open.

Basically in middle school, in my first band concert, all of the seventh and 8th graders were talking about how there was a band test, and so many kids got scared that there was an actual test, but it turned out to be a movie the next day

the year was 2021 and we were having sex ed and my teacher went so red and burst out laughing

When I was 6 and a second grader I got my shoes taken by a bitch of a teacher. That was pretty cool.

I have many favourite school memories. Such as playing tips (which is another name for tag btw) every morning before school from kindergarten to yr 4, or learning how to play handball during recess, or writing stories with my friends during free writing time.
My all time favourite memories are at after school care. Me and a couple of friends that always went to afters were never not having a good time. Most days we would do jobs (which is something the grade 6's could do that basically consisted of cleaning up after small children, which is not very fun) and we got a Milo after we finished and sat on this big bamboo bench outside, near the kitchen and we would talk and gossip and eat food (if we were allowed). Good memories :)