Kindergarden up to 3rd Grade Storys?

i used to pee my pants at least once a week cuz i was too scared to ask to go to the bathroom & i cried until i was half way thru 2nd grade every day in the afternoon cuz i wanted to go home. i was a skiddish child.

I would have found it even more funnier if someone kicked him in his ass while he showed everyone.

When I was in nursery (kindergarten) it got really cold one day, so me & friends were bored, so we decided to start a food fight

Ok, ok...
In kindergarden, I got sent to the principal with my teacher because I was arguing that it was lightnin' instead of lightning...Lol
In 3rd grade, I got out of my seat, tripped on it, and landed hand first on a ing cactus!...A little one by the window...Who keeps a ing cactus in a 3rd graders classroom!

In 2nd grade, we had to sign out (time leaving, time returning) to go use the bathroom. The clipboard with the sheet would be sitting right next to the door with a little digital clock attached to it. Well, on this day, the digital clock was broken. So, of course the dumbest girl in the class has to go really badly and she doesn't know how to read a regular clock. So as she's struggling to figure out what time it is to sign out, she pisses her pants right by the door. By far, one of the funniest things I'd ever seen and I'll probably never forget it.

I hid under the desk and ran a barber shop in Kindergarden, you know what I mean, whit scicssors. I had people walking out crying ebcause I cut there hair, I was a bad kid

I remember in 4th grade (I know it's supposed to be from kindergarden to 3rd but who gives a ) we played this soccer game against the 5th graders in recess. There was this kid in our class who had some sort of problem named Brandon. And he twitched a lot and only came into our class for like a couple of hours and then went back to the handicapped group room. And this REALLY fat 5th grader was kicking the ball and the Brandon kid goes to slide on his back and kick the ball, but the fat kid kicked the ball before it so it hit him in the shin and the fat kid came CRASHING down, completely crushing Brandon into the ground.

I remember once in kindergarden, there was a shelf of like toys, like castles ETC. And there was a monkey one that everyone wanted but me and my friend would never get it. One time I came in and saw my friend with it, and I ran up and I'm like "we got the monkey!!!!!!!!!!!" and all the sudden he punches me in the stomach out of no where and I ran off crying back to the door to my mom.

I saw my first REAL fist fight in 3rd grade too. There was a german kid named Ingo in our class who everyone hated because he was really weird. And the kid was drinking from the water fountain, and this spanish kid name Asafe came up and punched him in the face like 4 times. The kid had a black eye the next day.

And this one time, I threw up.

i pissed my pants in Kindergarten.

Once in kindergarden, me and this boy grabbed this kid by his hands and feet and started dragging him around the would chips outside, though he was laughing, i got in trouble.

And the coolest thing was in 5th grade ( oh well I went past the grade limit) Me, and 3 other kids started this group, called the Revolution, and like the jungle gym was under construction, and we wore caution tape and crap, and we recuited like 60 kids and it was this big violent gang, and like we would run up to the kids that played soccer and stole their ball and ran away with it being chased by all the kids playing. Then we made our own sport, no teams, and it was like a mixxed between rugby and soccer, and you could punch kick tackle, anything and the objective was to throw the ball into the goal, and i got a bloody nose from it before. Then came fight pits, because the preppy sort of kids became the "anti revolution" so we fought eachother in like circles, it was cooool. Then the gym teacher like became all ANTI ANTI and like yelled at all of us, luckly, me and the other 3 leaders got away, cuz we were smart. The we made revolution t-shirts and stuff.... ohhh the good old days.