You got any more stories about him?
He -I'll call him L. for convenience- often spoke in a very strange, stilted way (in the same vein as Chris with his CWCisms such as "slow-in-the-minds" or "information overload"). One of my classmates had compiled a "quote book" with all of L's grammatical blunders. I only remember a couple, and they're hard to render since I'm not from an anglophone country, but the most famous one approximately translated to "very mountainousnessed region". L couldn't run properly: his heels never touched the ground and his legs did not really move past each other. It's very hard to describe, the best I can come up with is a strange skipping gallop. Back then, we would liken it to a "partially paralyzed cricket" (coined by yours truly). His way of clapping was also extremely odd: he would basically hold one hand still and slap it on the palm with the other. His hygiene was appalling and he was a skunk.
My guess is that he had autism mixed in with some sort of palsy. His home life was also very much not optimal. I would have felt bad for him, but I didn't because he very clearly played up his quirks and sob stories to get pity points from authority figures, Boogie2988-style. Basically, he was a teacher's pet and rapidly learnt that sucking up them was the easiest path to success and proving his haters wrong (to be fair, he was not a bad student and was miles above the extremely low standard pf my middle school class). If he got a bad grade, he would pretend to cry until the teacher came to comfort him.
We also went to the same high school, but we were in separate classes. I do have another couple of stories however. L once asked a friend of mine to help him cross the road. Oh and, he couldn't tie his own shoelaces
at the age of 15. These are not the most egregious episodes however. My high school would hold "student's weeks" before the Christmas holidays: basically, lessons would be suspended and students could organize workshops. Nobody took these seriously, and it was an excuse to have fun. Well, it just so happened that L headed one of these workshops, took it
very seriously, and, being an eternal teacher's pet, had curried the favour of the biggest asshole of a professor in the whole school (me and my friends nicknamed her "the pitbull"), who promptly barged in the room to defend her pupil's honour against a bunch of teens who had committed the heinous crime of fucking around during L's workshop because they could. We had a miserable two hours listening to L lecture us about something while Mrs. Pitbull screamed at anyone who twitched a muscle.
A mutual friend told me L is working ten hours a day, six days a week at a stationery for minimum wage. Which is rather sad since, from what this mutual friend told me, L genuinely believes this is a good deal and has been likely duped due to being a slow-in-the-mind.
I also have other stories from middle school (and some from high school) starring other subnormal characters, if you wanna hear them. I posted some in the school stories thread.
