Alternative School Horror Stories - Schools For Misbehaving Or Disabled Children And The Horrific Stories They Create

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Not exactly an alternative school but a private one in which all parents in the area dumped their problematic kids. I started high school there and at first everything looked like a regular private catholic school (guys and gals separate, all in uniform, address teachers properly, get up when they get into class and also to speak...) but soon things went south pretty quickly. I would have never expected a bunch of rich kids to be that fucking spiteful.

I got bullied the living shit out of me until i got out. The kids in my class and the older ones were quite bad but the first years were the more tame. It wasn't until we got a couple of skinheads in the class that shit really got fucked up. One of them got thrown out because he eventually attacked a junior nignog chick by punching the living shit out of her and beating her with his belt in the bathroom. The other made it to the end of highschool but he was constantly treading on thin ice. The teachers despite being ruthless with everyone were extremely kind to me because i was the good boy in class, making my classmates to go extra hard on me.

In the end i made it out. The only ones that finished last year were me and 2 other kids out of a class of 18 people.
 
I went to onna deese schools. It was in a strip mall downtown. There was a pizza place on the right of the school, and a laundromat on the left. The school itself was made up of three storefronts, so to go to classes to would have to walk out the back into the alley, walk into another storefront, dodge the druggies, and walk through more "classrooms" (made up of chest high partitions).

I was at my most socially stunted point, but I was also going through my massive growth spurt. So among the violent gangbangers and other weird detritus, was this 160 pound 15 year old, me, who was at the time selectively mute. The entire thing was probably some scam. The principal taught me ju jitsu though, that was nice. My sister was entering her horder phase at the time, so she collected some of the needles she found in the parking lot. Probably still has them.
You just described a school in a third world country.
 
I was in one for two grades with one of the teachers having a hair-trigger attitude, constantly yelling at his students and making punishments just because students pissed him off, making some of the more sped students cry. He's not a teacher anymore.
 
I went to onna deese schools. It was in a strip mall downtown. There was a pizza place on the right of the school, and a laundromat on the left. The school itself was made up of three storefronts, so to go to classes to would have to walk out the back into the alley, walk into another storefront, dodge the druggies, and walk through more "classrooms" (made up of chest high partitions).

I was at my most socially stunted point, but I was also going through my massive growth spurt. So among the violent gangbangers and other weird detritus, was this 160 pound 15 year old, me, who was at the time selectively mute. The entire thing was probably some scam. The principal taught me ju jitsu though, that was nice. My sister was entering her horder phase at the time, so she collected some of the needles she found in the parking lot. Probably still has them.

I went selectively mute too - of course not on purpose. I was in the same environment. I think the ''mute'' thing is some type of culture shock or I don't know what you'd call it. Your senses are on high because you know you're in the presence of really mentally unstable teens. 60% of which are high as a kite. If you piss anyone off you know your odds are not good. It's not a situation that most people ever encounter so the reaction is just a kind of shock.
 
I went to an "early college" that functioned as a dumping ground for the fuckups of my area: my parents didn't realize this at the time, and I was pulled after a year.
During that year, one specific mong stole my laptop and changed the background to hardcore gay porno, would loudly shout about how much of a faggot I was whenever I passed him, and stealth-flashed me in the middle of homeroom. Somehow, he seemed to think this made me a giant flaming queen and not him.
Unsurprisingly, he did greco-roman wrestling, too (and lost to a girl at one point).
 
I was transferred multiple 2 times in 3 years in highschool. The first school I went to was really boring, like supremely boring. They didn't really teach us much at all, I'm not sure how they were really a school at all. Most of the time we did arts and crafts (and mind you this is highschool) and other physical stuff like sports. Everyone there was surprisingly well behaved, but one time a kid tried to escape and was beat up by teachers and security, he was sent to the hospital with multiple injuries. the teacher was fired but the guard wasn't reprimanded at all. In fact, escapes like this happened a couple times, each time with the student being badly hurt. Apparently there was a big Russian presence at this school, we heard the teachers many times speak Russian among themselves.

Halfway through they were doing major renovations at the school and part of it was destroyed so a lot of us were transferred to another school. This school was brutal, we did work all the time, even gym was back breaking. At this school there were even more Russians, as well as a surprising amount of Turkish students, Muslims. At this school my marks dropped by a lot, and a couple students were nearly killed by maniac teachers, and I believe a student died, although I;m not sure.

These schools were all boys school, we had to wear drab uniforms and electricity was sparse. Those 3 years were rough, luckily right before my fourth year ended I was once again transferred to another school where they treated the students like human beings.
 
I was transferred multiple 2 times in 3 years in highschool. The first school I went to was really boring, like supremely boring. They didn't really teach us much at all, I'm not sure how they were really a school at all. Most of the time we did arts and crafts (and mind you this is highschool) and other physical stuff like sports. Everyone there was surprisingly well behaved, but one time a kid tried to escape and was beat up by teachers and security, he was sent to the hospital with multiple injuries. the teacher was fired but the guard wasn't reprimanded at all. In fact, escapes like this happened a couple times, each time with the student being badly hurt. Apparently there was a big Russian presence at this school, we heard the teachers many times speak Russian among themselves.

Halfway through they were doing major renovations at the school and part of it was destroyed so a lot of us were transferred to another school. This school was brutal, we did work all the time, even gym was back breaking. At this school there were even more Russians, as well as a surprising amount of Turkish students, Muslims. At this school my marks dropped by a lot, and a couple students were nearly killed by maniac teachers, and I believe a student died, although I;m not sure.

These schools were all boys school, we had to wear drab uniforms and electricity was sparse. Those 3 years were rough, luckily right before my fourth year ended I was once again transferred to another school where they treated the students like human beings.
are you talking about a school or about an ukranian gulag?
 
I haven't attended at one but brother kinda did. He is physically but not mentally disabled, he doesn't even have any learning difficulties. His physical disability is sort of mid level, makes doing most things harder or slower but prevent very little. Still he had a lot physical terapy and medical work done to him at young age witch also could effect on attendance and stuff like that. So when he was age to start a school nobody was sure if special school or normal classroom was the right environment for him. Since the special needs school would have in different town, the result end up as normal class mostly but few weeks in special school every year for testing and adjusting help he needed for normal class room. My family visited the school many times and it was fine. It was mostly target towards kids with serious physical and/or intelectual disabilities but didn't take those with just behavior issues. Some kids came there just school like normal but other it was bordering school type of thing. It also worked together with local hospital for testing and treatments. It was nice and better equipped than most normal schools here but my brother quite naturally hated it. The special school remained him about his disability and made him sad when saw other students with deteriorating conditions getting worse with every visit.
 
I went to a alternative school starting in 10th (homeschooled half of 9th) because I was overmedicated and couldn't function in a normal school setting. I bounced around a lot of different locations. It was a program that offered vocational classes to district schools, and academics for the crazies. It has a lot of locations throughout the state.
The one I went to in 10th and 11th grade, I was in a "self contained" class. We sat in the same class all day and just watched gameshows.

The one I went to in my second year of 11th was the scary one. It had an actual stereotypical padded room. Walls, floor, all padded. Even had a huge pillow in the center the size of a twin mattress. This padded room put the ones I've seen in hospitals to shame. The school was small too, so whatever class you were in you could hear the screaming of kids being restrained. They also required kids to take a vocational class. All locations had vocational classes (cosmetology, cooking, auto, etc) that kids from actual district schools would go to, but only this location required the speds to go as well (it's always an option, but this one made it a total requirement). I chose auto body. My original choice was cooking until I heard that the kids would attempt pushing each other into the ovens.

The one I went to in senior year was located inside a district school, so it was a more typical high school environment. The guidance counselors were horrid, though. Told me I'd never succeed in life or do anything after leaving high school (I have a full time job now, so they can go suck a fat one). Only weird thing about it, I only had 2 other girls in any of my classes. Those schools are a sausage fest.
 
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