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Comment about your own times at school! Must be related to Autism.

Okay... here we go! This happened today.

ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE PRIVACY OF OTHERS.

10:41 AM - Speech Room - 2 Others - Steven (Student) and Ms.Wood (Speech Teacher)

Steven: Is it time for me to go to recess?
Ms.Wood: No, not yet.
Me: Can I get out my phone so I can set an alarm for 10:45?
Ms.Wood: OK.
*Gets Out Phone*
*Accidentally sets phone to 11:45 instead of 10:45*
Me:Done!

10:46 AM -Speech Room - 2 Others - Steven (Student) and Ms.Wood (Speech Teacher)

Me: I swear that I put my alarm to 10:45! Guess my batteries are dead.
Ms.Wood: Are you ready to go, Steven?
Steven: Yes. Bye!

11:23 AM - Room 10 - 37 Others - 35 Students, Ms.James (Teacher), and Ms.David (Helper)

*Working On Independent Study*
Me: Ms.James, may I use the restroom?
Ms.James: OK. Hurry!
*I forgot to tell her I was going to the Nurses' restroom because I don't feel safe in the regular restroom*

11:45 AM - Nurses' Restroom - Me

*Phone alarm goes off*
Me: What the heck?!
*Turns phone off*
Ms.Orm (Not in room): Are you in there?
Me: I'm coming!
*Goes out of bathroom*
Me: What's wrong?
Ms.Orm: Everyone was looking for you!
Me: Why?
Ms.Orm: Everyone said you were running away.

FAIL

Write yours!

What do you mean it must be related to autism? I can't imagine anyting related to autism occuring outside of "special" schools (unless I misunderstand what you mean by it must be relatedt ot autism).

A kid tried to break my finger. I ignored the group away from them. The teacher got onto me. I had a full blown meltdown. I got all the punishment.

One time, the teachers gave all the people with blonde hair sweets, and made the rest of us pick up those little circles of paper you get from hole-punchers. apparantly it was to "Show the class what it was like to be in a german concentration camp." true story!

At school:

Me: (thinking) Okay, I'm going to try to initiate a conversation
Me: (approaches my classmate anxiously)
Me: (overly cheerful trying to hide my anxiety) (starts flapping hands) H-hey!! Guess what? Afriendofminewentto shopandshealmosthitthepostbecauseshe-
Classmate: Why are you doing that?? (looks at my hands)
Me: Oh,uhhh this??Oh!! uuuhhh....ok bye!! (run away)

Classmate:????

This experience was the most embarrassing situation that happened to me at school!! ! It was embarrassing, I started flapping my hands uncontrollably!! I can't help it though......it's like a way for me to take out the anxiety

AQ Test Score: 40

Last edited by Niche99 on 20 Apr 2014, 8:46 pm, edited 1 time in total.

I was 16. We went on a few days school trip where we still had to attend classes. The rooms there were not regular classrooms - there was a lot of different chairs and desks and there was a carpet on floor. It was winter so it was quite cold. The teacher said:

- Sit wherever you feel comfortable.

What did I do? I ignored the chairs, went straight to a warm heater and sat next to it on the carpet, with the heater warming my back (I always sit like this at home).

The teacher and my classmates were like: .

Me: Draws a picture of panda in a bed on poster
Chrysta: Slaps me in the face
A few minutes later...
Me: you slapped me!
Chrysta: get over it

what was the ratio of blondes to prisoners? high?

i've found those little paper slits to be pretty fun. collect them and throw them in peoples faces as confetti. collect more and place handfuls on the blades of ceiling fans, turn them on. yaaaaaaaay. (i've done this with playing cards too.) wanna know what else is fun? empty plastic waterbottle to a ceiling fan, mouth up.

BONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONKBONK.

doing it with huge pixi sticks though, the plastic ones, i almost broke my fan doing that. :/

but yeah, in 8th grade history class we were learning about slavery and the slave trade. one day my teacher led us to another history teachers room, the windows were covered in black paper, another class was there, it was dark and crowded....and then we were made to lie down. we lay shoulder to shoulder on the floor, no space to move. our wrists were bound with rubber bands, it was a sweaty spring morning, around 11. supposedly this was to simulate how it was like on a slave ship to the americas from west africa. (without of course, all the feces everywhere, diseases, constant rocking and seasickness.


some girl that i sort of knew grabbed my hand and squeezed it. perhaps she was scared.
i have not seen her in nearly three years. we were not especially close, she believed i was a freak but i sort of miss her. she has left the country.

I was in the bathroom... Total aspie moment!

3rd year bully: *talking to girls from my year*
3rd year bully: *points hand at one girl* have you shifted anyone?
Girl 1: of course!
3rd year bully: And you? *points hand at other girl*
Girl 2: yep!
3rd year bully: *repeats this with every girl until she gets to me. I was standing against the wall behind her*
3rd year bully: You, you shifted anyone? Ehrm... you probably haven't. *smug smirk*
Me: I'm sorry, I don't enjoy mixing saliva with random lads...

They never let me live this down. She calls me a fridget now. All. The. Time.