“Unbelievable: 66 Outrageous Student Excuses That Sound Too Wild to Be True!”
A kid told me once he peed himself because he was scared of the toilet was going to drown him.
Turns out his brother had been holding his head underwater every time he had an accident.
I taught GED prep classes, and I had a student raise their hand and say, “I need to go. Someone is robbing my house.”
The next day I asked her about it and she told me it was her mom. On m**h.
Not a teacher. I was in first grade when *Donny* arrived 20 minutes late for school. Loud enough for the whole class to hear, Mrs. P. asked him why he was late. Donny responded, “the purple girl.” The whole class, including Mrs. P. burst out laughing. Mrs. P. in a chuckle responded, “a purple girl???” Donny dead pan responded, “yes, she was laying on the ground and she was purple.” Everyone laughed again, except Mrs. P. She gently took Donny’s hand and they left the room.
Never did find out any details about “the purple girl”, but Mrs. P. didn’t return to class until after lunch and Donny was out for the next two days.
Showed up late to a college final because his neighbor’s apartment was on fire. He smelled like fire smoke so I gave him an extension on the time limit.
Him: “I just mailed my homework to Russia”
Me: You what?
Him: I wrote my old host family in Russia a letter, and I dropped it in the mailbox on the way here, and now that I’m here, I don’t have my homework, but I DO have 3 pages in Russian.
Student not teacher I had to tell my teachers the reason I wasn’t in school was because my best friend was in hospital with the doctors saying she might die. Teacher said I was lying, my mum sent teacher a picture of me and my friend. My friend had an IV drip and like those breathing tubes in her nose, I was sitting next to her. Sure as hell believed me then
I was 8, my friend was 7 and she lived.
Not a teacher, but my mother had her car broken into.. the only thing they took was my school bag that had all my books in it.. I was told to go explain my story to the principal, he didn’t care. I looked completely crazy trying to explain my story to him when he honestly didn’t care at all. He didn’t care how it was stolen, why, or where.. all he cared about was how I was going to replace about $800 worth of books… I was 11.
We had a girl at my High School . She missed a week of school because her brother murdered her whole family kept her alive . We had to act like everything was completely normal when she came back. I told her I’d keep her in my prayers even though I barely knew her at the time. She went to spend the weekend with her brother her sister and her Stepdad and her brother [unalived] the entire family.
“I cant come to class (virtual learning) because my grandma keeps having arguments with the ghosts in the walls.” Its true. She actually screams at the walls regularly while he’s on Zoom for class with me.
Teacher here, but these are two things that happened to my colleague. My stories aren’t that interesting.
Student #1 said he couldn’t do some sort of physical activity because he just had open heart surgery. Teacher didn’t believe him but went along with it, asking questions to get more info. The kid lifted his shirt to show off an angry red wound where they had cut open his chest, still in the process of healing.
Student #2 couldn’t get up and go to the nurse because she was having a miscarriage. She wasn’t visibly pregnant or anything, it was the first day of school so the teacher had no idea if she was legit or just a drama queen. Turns out she was having a miscarriage and proceeded to miscarry right there on the chair. Nurse came and got her, she definitely made an impression that day.
I’m not a teacher but this happened at my apartment. In college, I had a huge exam on a Thursday and the few nights before, I made sure to study like crazy. The day before an exam, I typically go over EVERYTHING and do my notes, work on the study guide, etc. and it stays ingrained in my brain and I do really well the next day on the exam.
The morning of my exam, at 5am, I’m woken up to the frikking SWAT team throwing flash grenades into my patio area, my sliding door is shattered, other members of SWAT are using a battering ram against the gate we all use to enter the complex. I thought I was going to die. I get to the ground, crawl to my bathtub and hide in there crying and shaking.
I left my phone and couldn’t call anyone. I crawled out to see what was going on in my living room and the moment I stand up, I look down and see 14 red dots on my body and 14 rifles pointed at me. I’ve shot guns but NEVER had any pointed at me. I was surprised I didn’t pee myself.
