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Captured when me and some other students got fake cockroaches and smacking them with hammers for some ungodly reason.

Freshman year I had a printing class and I took it as an opportunity to make as many joke assignments as possible- I finished with a D but it was worth it

We take unusual field trips. Last year we went to the zoo to figure draw animals.

I got a creeper plushie for my birthday but it was an exam day and I didn’t have my backpack. The entire rest of the day, I carried it in front of my hoodie. I got so many stares, but it was worth it.

Remember when I said I went to a really chaotic art school? I wasn’t joking or exaggerating. Not even a little bit. I figured I’d post some of the shorter ones, since there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to fit them all in one post(the folder I store them in has 434).

A tech student brought a lizard into my Chem class. My teacher just kind of accepted it, since he couldn’t just tell her to let it go outside. It just chilled there on her hand for the entire period.

This was my costume on character day. I was a government official who was secretly a reptilian. I put the costume together literally hours before school started. I’m still proud.

It was goth day, and my best friend was taking a selfie when I happened to walk past with a yogurt cup, resulting in one of the best pictures of me ever taken. Picture not blurred because it’s what she would have wanted. PS: The cup is actually full of paint water, we were painting that day and I was going to replace it with new water.

We were making pancakes after an exam. This one is self-explanatory.

Polaroid taken of me that looks way more ominous than it was intended to.

Kahoot names names are interesting in art classes. This one is Van Gogh themed.

This is just from the other day, in my art teacher’s sink. I was amused, but not even a little surprised.

This was my Geometry class freshman year, back when I actually used Snapchat:

This is on one of the teacher’s doors. He REALLY doesn’t like anime.

One of my art teachers dressed goth for a day.

Now that I’m done, I realize that there’s a 10-picture limit on posts?? I’ll reblog this with more

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Remember when I said I went to a really chaotic art school? I wasn’t joking or exaggerating. Not even a little bit. I figured I’d post some of the shorter ones, since there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to fit them all in one post(the folder I store them in has 434).

A tech student brought a lizard into my Chem class. My teacher just kind of accepted it, since he couldn’t just tell her to let it go outside. It just chilled there on her hand for the entire period.

This was my costume on character day. I was a government official who was secretly a reptilian. I put the costume together literally hours before school started. I’m still proud.

It was goth day, and my best friend was taking a selfie when I happened to walk past with a yogurt cup, resulting in one of the best pictures of me ever taken. Picture not blurred because it’s what she would have wanted. PS: The cup is actually full of paint water, we were painting that day and I was going to replace it with new water.

We were making pancakes after an exam. This one is self-explanatory.

Polaroid taken of me that looks way more ominous than it was intended to.

Kahoot names names are interesting in art classes. This one is Van Gogh themed.

This is just from the other day, in my art teacher’s sink. I was amused, but not even a little surprised.

This was my Geometry class freshman year, back when I actually used Snapchat:

This is on one of the teacher’s doors. He REALLY doesn’t like anime.

One of my art teachers dressed goth for a day.

Now that I’m done, I realize that there’s a 10-picture limit on posts?? I’ll reblog this with more

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So I forgot to mention: I ended up leaving a pumpkin on my Calculus teacher’s desk, because there was one left in my backpack and it was the end of the day. It was only until I got home that I realized... if he were to announce it to the class, it runs the risk of spoiling my experiment. My anonymity might be compromised, and people would know my name when I gave them the pumpkins, defeating the purpose... so I decided to email about it. Keep in mind, every email I’ve sent to this teacher has been totally professional and polite. So he was not at all prepared for me to hit him with this. He took it well, thankfully.

The Pumpkin Harbinger Experiment

So recently I’ve been pretty into doing small social experiments at school. They’ve been fairly insignificant so that none of them have really had a lasting effect on students, until the one that’s taking place right now. I’ve been calling it the Pumpkin Harbinger Experiment. I bought 24 pumpkin stress balls from Amazon. Like this one:

There are 3 variations of pumpkins. One with a happy face, the same happy face but the eyes are closed, and one with an evil smile and angry eyes.

The experiment has consisted of me going around on campus at least once a day and giving a pumpkin to a random student. I give them no context for it, I never tell them my name. I just ask if they want the pumpkin. Thus far, they’ve all accepted. The intent was to find the ratio between those who decline and those who accept, but the results have been totally positive. Plus, it makes their day just a little brighter! There are only 2 entries thus far, but in about an hour to posting this I’ll have the opportunity again. Here are my results:

DAY 1: WEDNESDAY 9/18/19

I see a girl walking down the outside portion of the building 4 hallway. I am almost to my final period, and if I don’t get someone right away I won’t have the chance.

Me: Excuse me, miss.

The girl stares quizzically at me. She has a large clipboard in one hand, and I’m afraid she might not have a free hand. But I have her attention, and I need to commit.

Me: Do you have a free hand?

I extend my hand, which has the pumpkin.

Girl: Is this-

Me, interrupting her: I want you to have this.

Girl, looking down with a mixture of awe and bewilderment: Thank you.

I walk away, giving no context for what happened.

DAY 2: THURSDAY 9/19/19

I’m walking to seventh period, again afraid I might not find someone. Luckily, there’s a girl I don’t feel intimidated by. I notice she’s about to greet her friend, and I feel bad for intruding, but this might be my last chance.

Me: Excuse me.

The girl turns to me, confused. I extend my hand, which has the pumpkin.

Me: Do you want this?

The girl laughs in disbelief, and takes it, examining it closer.

Girl: Sure. Thank you!

Me: You’re welcome.

I wink and begin to walk away. She turns to excitedly show her friend the pumpkin.

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The Pumpkin Harbinger Experiment

So recently I’ve been pretty into doing small social experiments at school. They’ve been fairly insignificant so that none of them have really had a lasting effect on students, until the one that’s taking place right now. I’ve been calling it the Pumpkin Harbinger Experiment. I bought 24 pumpkin stress balls from Amazon. Like this one:

There are 3 variations of pumpkins. One with a happy face, the same happy face but the eyes are closed, and one with an evil smile and angry eyes.

The experiment has consisted of me going around on campus at least once a day and giving a pumpkin to a random student. I give them no context for it, I never tell them my name. I just ask if they want the pumpkin. Thus far, they’ve all accepted. The intent was to find the ratio between those who decline and those who accept, but the results have been totally positive. Plus, it makes their day just a little brighter! There are only 2 entries thus far, but in about an hour to posting this I’ll have the opportunity again. Here are my results:

DAY 1: WEDNESDAY 9/18/19

I see a girl walking down the outside portion of the building 4 hallway. I am almost to my final period, and if I don’t get someone right away I won’t have the chance.

Me: Excuse me, miss.

The girl stares quizzically at me. She has a large clipboard in one hand, and I’m afraid she might not have a free hand. But I have her attention, and I need to commit.

Me: Do you have a free hand?

I extend my hand, which has the pumpkin.

Girl: Is this-

Me, interrupting her: I want you to have this.

Girl, looking down with a mixture of awe and bewilderment: Thank you.

I walk away, giving no context for what happened.

DAY 2: THURSDAY 9/19/19

I’m walking to seventh period, again afraid I might not find someone. Luckily, there’s a girl I don’t feel intimidated by. I notice she’s about to greet her friend, and I feel bad for intruding, but this might be my last chance.

Me: Excuse me.

The girl turns to me, confused. I extend my hand, which has the pumpkin.

Me: Do you want this?

The girl laughs in disbelief, and takes it, examining it closer.

Girl: Sure. Thank you!

Me: You’re welcome.

I wink and begin to walk away. She turns to excitedly show her friend the pumpkin.

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Hello! My name is Kiersten and this is my new blog, which I’ve been planning on making for a good while. I’m Floridian and go to a very chaotic art school, and I have countless stories most people don’t believe happened. So I figured I’d get something out of the way before posting...

All of these stories are true in their entirety. I don’t exaggerate to make them more interesting, and if I don’t remember exact dialogue I will say so before writing a conversation from memory. Some stories are longer than others. Some are only a sentence or two, some are full essays. The one attached to this will be a longer one, though not the longest. I usually have photographic evidence to validate the honesty of these, which will be added.

This is one of the stories I’ve had typed up for a while, and one of the most legendary stories I have and I probably ever will have, even though I now have an account dedicated to them. I think it’s a great way to start things off.

STORY 1- WASP MURDER

When I was going into eighth grade, I went to an art camp during the summer. I had to get up at seven, which I found cruel up until I got into high school and was expected to wake up at five in the morning, I really took getting up after the sun rises for granted. That aside, camp was sort of fun. Every day I’d have several classes in different classrooms like any middle or high school, but each of them was a different sort of art. There was one where we worked on photoshop (I retained absolutely no skills from it. I had to re-learn it when I took digital art in high school), one where we did sculpting, one with traditional drawing, and finally one with photography which is where our story takes place.

The photography teacher was your typical “middle aged pudgy no-nonsense woman who wears khakis and strapped sandals” type. Keep those sandals in mind, they’ll be important later. We were in a room that was almost completely empty, save for a table covered in props made of cardboard and a few novelty hats, glasses and masks. The room was so well-lit by the massive windows which gave us a perfect view of the blue summer sky outside that there was no need to turn the overhead lights on. Our instructions were to take pictures of each other wearing or holding the props. I don’t remember what cameras we used but I do know that there was a whole old-fashioned darkroom to develop the photos we had to learn how to use. But we spent a quarter of the day taking these pictures.

Now, I should mention that there was a large vent in the room which hung from the ceiling and went down low enough that most of us were too tall to stand under it without hitting our heads. And apparently that vent, which happened to be completely exposed to the outside, made a great door and hallway for wasps to enter the room.

I’ve had friends from other countries tell me our wasps are nothing like theirs, and are absolutely terrified of them. Florida wasps really do fit the role of ‘satan’s butterflies’. They’re vengeful sons of bitches who will sting you multiple times in one place when one sting was definitely enough. They’ll chase you if you get close to them when they’re angry, and they’re always angry. They even LOOK evil, seriously, is it me or do they have all the physical traits of something designed to be a mortal servant of the antichrist? They’re red and yellow and have long, pointy legs with no fuzz like other wasps, just a hard pointy exoskeleton without a trace of warmth or feeling. They came from hell and want to make the world above it even worse than hell. When the teacher was explaining a task to us while we were gathered in a disorganized half circle before her, I was angled so that I was the only one who saw a single wasp fly out of the vent. It came out slowly and deliberately. I did nothing but watch in horror as it approached us, since I knew if I pointed it out to everyone there would be a group panic attack. But in hindsight, maybe I should have told them. Because it came up behind a girl who was adjusting her ponytail and landed on one of her hands. She was the last one to notice, and she only did because she saw everyone staring at her wide-eyed with terrified fascination. Then she felt the wasp on her hand, and she let out a scream I’m sure was heard three classrooms away.

Years later, I suspect that scream was what wrought on the sudden burst of anarchy that made up the next few minutes. Kids were dashing around the classroom to avoid it, some were echoing the poor girl’s screams, and I had pressed my back against the wall in a “it might kill me but at least I’ll see it coming” fashion. I could see the wasp darting around the scene, either finding a target or surveying the damage. It flew freely around... until that teacher decided she’s had enough. With all the confidence of an experienced swordsman, she took off one of her beige strap sandals and threw it at the wasp, which was a direct hit. It fell to the ground, and everyone just stopped in complete awe, staring at this woman who’d just took out this menace with a single blow from the most ridiculous weapon imaginable. It didn’t move after the first strike. I wasn’t positive whether it was properly slain or just stunned, but she didn’t take any chances and crushed it with the sandal she still wore like I’d imagine a hero posing on a hill of bones would crush a skull beneath their foot. Everyone was speechless for a moment, then we reluctantly went back into the lecture while trying to act like this unassuming woman didn’t just completely eradicate what had sparked blind panic among them a moment ago. I really hope some of those kids remember it.

Here are some pictures from it, in the room this took place in. I didn’t know these people at all, and we didn’t bond enough to keep in touch. I’m the one in the hat(first), doing finger guns(second), and standing in the middle(third).