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Raucous laughter breaks out in the college cafeteria. The cool kids have once again proved they're the alphas by victimizing one of the nerdier students.
The poor deer boy, the current target of their ridicule, has never been one of the popular kids. In a way he's used to it but still the messy, shameful walk back to his dorm room has never become any easier over the years.
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Raucous laughter breaks out in the college cafeteria. The cool kids have once again proved they're the alphas by victimizing one of the nerdier students.
The poor deer boy, the current target of their ridicule, has never been one of the popular kids. In a way he's used to it but still the messy, shameful walk back to his dorm room has never become any easier over the years.
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Yes.
I'm not sure if you're aware but people just snapping and shooting up schools/campuses is something which has happened with depressing regularity here. It's stopped being funny to most people to comment like that, because it's a very real thing.
And I mean both your comment and the top one.
I'm not sure if you're aware but people just snapping and shooting up schools/campuses is something which has happened with depressing regularity here. It's stopped being funny to most people to comment like that, because it's a very real thing.
And I mean both your comment and the top one.
Despite this is such a typical college cliché of asshole popular students, I've never witnessed this behavior on actual college campuses. Maybe because people know by that point they aren't in high school anymore and they need to start acting like adults. Guess I was lucky I went to a university with sensible students.
The whole comic and others are on the patron. If you join at the lowest tier you get to view all currently made comics. At 3$ a month that's not bad. Though it's up to you on weather you want to join. In the end they will all get posted. In fact one of the comics is going to get its second part made for this month.
I've never witnesses this behavior on my university campus. It's the road crossings where we have to watch it. Also ever since the state's medical marijuana bill passed, there is always one report of illegal use in the university paper.
I can't wait to see what will happen later.
I can't wait to see what will happen later.
I remember this kind of thing happening to me, except it wasn't spaghetti and meatballs, it was hot soup. So I picked up one of the folding steel chairs and smashed the bully's face in with one of the metal chair legs. Got suspended but it was fucking worth it. Never picked on me again.
It's funny, I suppose I experienced nonsensical hijinks in school, which was funny because they always failed.
People pull my chair out so I fall down, I just pull it back in before I sit. Pantsing someone especially doesn't work when you wear pants that fit (and have a big ass muscular... ass).
Oddly it was never the jocks, they either had better shit to do or were unflagging nice guys. The teachers though, they were assholes sometimes.
Though when you're basically the school's version of Sheldon Cooper it's the teachers who are more annoyed by you than anyone else. I remember the infamous negative numbers argument, where the teacher tried to create a real world analogy to describe it.
I pointed out that digging a hole doesn't create negative dirt, you're just moving the dirt to another place not creating anti-matter. And you can't start walking, realize your forgot your hat and then unmake the steps you already took, you're just walking in another direction.
Him and the English teacher hated my guts, and the history teacher literally used my proximity as a punishment for other students... I just realized how many moments in my life read like a script to Big Bang Theory.
People pull my chair out so I fall down, I just pull it back in before I sit. Pantsing someone especially doesn't work when you wear pants that fit (and have a big ass muscular... ass).
Oddly it was never the jocks, they either had better shit to do or were unflagging nice guys. The teachers though, they were assholes sometimes.
Though when you're basically the school's version of Sheldon Cooper it's the teachers who are more annoyed by you than anyone else. I remember the infamous negative numbers argument, where the teacher tried to create a real world analogy to describe it.
I pointed out that digging a hole doesn't create negative dirt, you're just moving the dirt to another place not creating anti-matter. And you can't start walking, realize your forgot your hat and then unmake the steps you already took, you're just walking in another direction.
Him and the English teacher hated my guts, and the history teacher literally used my proximity as a punishment for other students... I just realized how many moments in my life read like a script to Big Bang Theory.
Oh no, no trouble here, I just corrected people, that's all.
Now drama class, that was trouble making, especially for the student teacher. She was not fond of the whole aloof slacker genius thing I was pulling.
Well, at least until I passed the fake audition that counted for most of our grade. Picking a romantic monologue when the rest of the class is girls is practically cheating.
...Actually, now that I think about it that was the weirdest thing. I chose that monologue at random, and I'm the least romantic person I know. The fact that I practically smoldered the class to death was rather... out of character for me.
...Weirder still that I actually realized I'd done that after word. I wasn't joking when I compared high school me to Sheldon Cooper.
Now drama class, that was trouble making, especially for the student teacher. She was not fond of the whole aloof slacker genius thing I was pulling.
Well, at least until I passed the fake audition that counted for most of our grade. Picking a romantic monologue when the rest of the class is girls is practically cheating.
...Actually, now that I think about it that was the weirdest thing. I chose that monologue at random, and I'm the least romantic person I know. The fact that I practically smoldered the class to death was rather... out of character for me.
...Weirder still that I actually realized I'd done that after word. I wasn't joking when I compared high school me to Sheldon Cooper.
Eh, when you're a spergie nothing goes the normal way.
And no, the muscular ass thing comes from me walking all the time, even today my lower body is unusually beefy compared to my upper body.
No, people were afraid of me because I was a strange dude with weird ideas who tended to wear a Korean war trench coat to school. I also hadn't exactly mastered facial expressions, I could fake them when needed but I just sort of stared blankly at things most of the time when I wasn't talking incessantly, and I looked like this. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2835413/
I was straight up told people worried I'd shoot the place up. On the upside I was also told I was the go to guy for any zombie invasions.
The irony was my gun nut phase only started after high school.
And no, the muscular ass thing comes from me walking all the time, even today my lower body is unusually beefy compared to my upper body.
No, people were afraid of me because I was a strange dude with weird ideas who tended to wear a Korean war trench coat to school. I also hadn't exactly mastered facial expressions, I could fake them when needed but I just sort of stared blankly at things most of the time when I wasn't talking incessantly, and I looked like this. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2835413/
I was straight up told people worried I'd shoot the place up. On the upside I was also told I was the go to guy for any zombie invasions.
The irony was my gun nut phase only started after high school.
Yea, I know what you mean about "cool kids" not bothering to pick on strange dudes. Same thing was in my school.
The go to guy in case of a zombie Apocalypse thing sounds awesome XD. You sounds like a scary dude. Who the hell gave you a gun o_O??? XD
Just kidding of course. In high school I had good relations with everyone, expect for assholes/dumb-asses which I just steered clear of.
But...you still didn't answer me this. What did you mean when you said that the teachers were assholes? What did they do?
The go to guy in case of a zombie Apocalypse thing sounds awesome XD. You sounds like a scary dude. Who the hell gave you a gun o_O??? XD
Just kidding of course. In high school I had good relations with everyone, expect for assholes/dumb-asses which I just steered clear of.
But...you still didn't answer me this. What did you mean when you said that the teachers were assholes? What did they do?
In my experience it's the uncool and middling kids who are the assholes. It'd be kind of hard to be popular when you're a dick these days.
And no one gave me a gun, occasionally I was lent one at a range but I didn't really mess around with guns until I bought a few myself. But I have always been a big war and weaponry nerd, as well as reading plenty of fantasy novels, so that's where the general idea came from.
The teachers, meanwhile, well I had a history teacher who punished other students by sitting them next to me. Kind of a dick move but then I played into it.
My 11th grade english teacher though, she hated me. I was the best student in terms of actual ability (I'd been reading stuff like Michael Crichton for fun since before middle school) so I blew off most assignments. I'd even ignore group reading assignments to read my own books, or worse I'd correct people when they'd read aloud and do it constantly.
She bitched at me, took me out of class and tried to guilt trip me about making fun of people who couldn't read. But this was a year off of graduation in a well funded high school, if they were still having trouble reading their native language then as far as I was concerned they didn't deserve my pity. Shit, I actually did have a disability and she wanted me to go easy on the normal kids? Fuck it, I'll fail the class because I'm too busy finishing Lord of The Rings, I'll take pride in that.
Creative Writing started a similar way, refused to do the writing prompts because I hate short form and I had stories I wanted to write. The teacher laid off though after we finished our first major assignment, being the only one in a sea of high school "poets" who actually wrote something with a narrative already gave me a leg up. The stories actually being good enough that professional editors couldn't find fault with it pretty much let me do as I pleased in class.
I wish I still had those short stories though, the whole "thunderstorm that's actually dragons doing battle in the clouds" segment was some pretty solid imagery. Might have wanted to recycle that in a proper story.
But don't even get me started on my last year of middle school, they found out I took the city bus and got transferred to a special needs school for a quarter of a year. People wonder why I tell them not to register their kids for any sort of special education program, I've been to those schools, they're traumatic garbage that couldn't teach a fish to swim, Jeeze.
And no one gave me a gun, occasionally I was lent one at a range but I didn't really mess around with guns until I bought a few myself. But I have always been a big war and weaponry nerd, as well as reading plenty of fantasy novels, so that's where the general idea came from.
The teachers, meanwhile, well I had a history teacher who punished other students by sitting them next to me. Kind of a dick move but then I played into it.
My 11th grade english teacher though, she hated me. I was the best student in terms of actual ability (I'd been reading stuff like Michael Crichton for fun since before middle school) so I blew off most assignments. I'd even ignore group reading assignments to read my own books, or worse I'd correct people when they'd read aloud and do it constantly.
She bitched at me, took me out of class and tried to guilt trip me about making fun of people who couldn't read. But this was a year off of graduation in a well funded high school, if they were still having trouble reading their native language then as far as I was concerned they didn't deserve my pity. Shit, I actually did have a disability and she wanted me to go easy on the normal kids? Fuck it, I'll fail the class because I'm too busy finishing Lord of The Rings, I'll take pride in that.
Creative Writing started a similar way, refused to do the writing prompts because I hate short form and I had stories I wanted to write. The teacher laid off though after we finished our first major assignment, being the only one in a sea of high school "poets" who actually wrote something with a narrative already gave me a leg up. The stories actually being good enough that professional editors couldn't find fault with it pretty much let me do as I pleased in class.
I wish I still had those short stories though, the whole "thunderstorm that's actually dragons doing battle in the clouds" segment was some pretty solid imagery. Might have wanted to recycle that in a proper story.
But don't even get me started on my last year of middle school, they found out I took the city bus and got transferred to a special needs school for a quarter of a year. People wonder why I tell them not to register their kids for any sort of special education program, I've been to those schools, they're traumatic garbage that couldn't teach a fish to swim, Jeeze.
What are you talking about? I slept through half of school and it only took four days of effort to make up for it, time well spent.
Plus I only cared about social embarrassment and crap like that in the intellectual sense. I knew logically that people found me weird and shit, but I didn't, like, feel like I was some kind of pariah... I mean I was from a logical perspective, but emotionally I didn't care.
Cept for that one time in drama class where, as part of an improv game I asked another student if he'd anally violated a dragon, and if the tail was a hindrance to the process... Truly I was always meant to be a furry.
And Video Editing was a fun class, wrecked that shit creatively, even if I was constantly butting heads with my usual partner. Truly we were hollywood prima donna's in the making.
Truly my only real regret in school (aside from not working harder on developing social skills) was not figuring out sooner that I should take more silly arts classes...
Well, not drawing, I was terrible at drawing, spergie class motor skills make for very unsteady hands.
Plus I only cared about social embarrassment and crap like that in the intellectual sense. I knew logically that people found me weird and shit, but I didn't, like, feel like I was some kind of pariah... I mean I was from a logical perspective, but emotionally I didn't care.
Cept for that one time in drama class where, as part of an improv game I asked another student if he'd anally violated a dragon, and if the tail was a hindrance to the process... Truly I was always meant to be a furry.
And Video Editing was a fun class, wrecked that shit creatively, even if I was constantly butting heads with my usual partner. Truly we were hollywood prima donna's in the making.
Truly my only real regret in school (aside from not working harder on developing social skills) was not figuring out sooner that I should take more silly arts classes...
Well, not drawing, I was terrible at drawing, spergie class motor skills make for very unsteady hands.
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