What Was Your Best Moment Of Revenge ?

What Was Your Best Moment Of Revenge ?
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[sethyuikora]

I was the kid who paid attention in class. I was known to explain the material in a more understandable way than the lesson plan did and would help my friends cheat on tests in multiple classes if they confided that they really didn't understand the material (some were out of school for a week at a time and would be so lost they really couldn't catch up normally). Was also bullied a lot by most groups, especially the jocks. School doesn't care, because they're the jocks and American south = football country baby!

Most students catch on that I'm helping cheat, and begin playing off of my signals to my friend group to cheat themselves. Everyone becomes lazy and lets me do all the work for over a year, and I didn't care much about it. High School Physics, I'm seated near the front surrounded by half the football team after a particularly nasty bullying event the previous day (bio-hazards and really ugly words). My only friend in that class, who was also targeted, ended up not coming to school that day for the semester test, just trying to avoid contact and cool off. I go over my test, seeing lots of equation understanding is required. Formulae for finding Wattage with limited information, conversion to Joules, conversion from hydro-electric systems to mechanical systems, even a couple of thermodynamics questions. Teacher really put some effort into this test, and he obviously really cared about science and teaching.

He knew I was cheating, he knew why I was doing it, and didn't ever bring it up. But that day, NO. My friend was at home having an emotional crisis because of the people I was now surrounded with. I was damn-near in the same boat, and they were whispering (very loudly) "What's the answer to number 4?"

I did a bit of math, not *for* the test, but *about* the test. Assuming they got every equation question wrong (they would), they could all still pass if they got even half of the multiple choice correct (No child left behind, after all). I went through each multiple choice question, in order of appearance, and began listing off incorrect answers as I came to them. Eyes glued on me for ~20 minutes as I riddled off trivia in my mind, but gave the answer to the previous question to everyone else. 50 questions later, and they all stood up at roughly the same time to turn in their papers, not bothering with the equations at all save for a few. I finish my test, turn it in, lock eyes with the teacher who has already begun grading them with an exasperated look on his face. "Buckle up Mr. Sanders."

MFW athletes cannot fail any non-elective tests or be suspended from sports activities for 2 weeks. MFW playoffs are this week, semifinals of the state championship. MFW they were already low on players due to lack of academic excellence. MFW the coaches are going around at lunch period all week to get people to sign up for football so that they'd have enough players to actually compete. MFW we lost to our rivals 0-77 because half of the new players never practiced, and the half that did were so worn out from practice that they couldn't perform.

Bullies absolutely still messed with me after this point, because screwing over the entire football team was way over the line for throwing bodily waste at me that one time (among a mountain of other things), and bullying doesn't stop unless someone with authority puts their foot down, but that only happens in movies and reddit threads.

Eventually they got the Principal involved who confronted me about "That shit I pulled." I asked him to clarify, he claimed I'd caused half the team to fail a semester test. I asked how that was possible when: "They all took the same test I did, at the same time. Unless they were cheating off of me, I have no way of influencing their grade. If they did cheat off of me, I would've failed too if I had given the answers they provided. Also, did they admit to cheating on a semester test? Because I think that's a big deal, and I'd love to see the wording on whatever detention/suspension slip you're thinking of giving me."

I never heard anything more about the great cheating scandal, but I was permanently on the Principal's shit-list afterwards and he would provide no support for my bullying situation. So basically no change, but I got to be smug about it. Principal's office for fighting again? "Yep, and I won this time too. Hire better goons. Why aren't they here with me? I thought fighting was zero-tolerance for both parties involved. No-no, don't threaten me with jail. I already called the cops, they're on their way. Dad too. But seriously, if we keep going like this, we'll have a comprehensive list of every member of the student body I can beat in a fight. Something should really be done about the violence in this school. Yes, the police will want to review this video footage too, to verify once again that it was an unprovoked attack by the other party. No I won't accept another suspension. No, I won't be answering any further questions until the police have arrived. Yes, I still have the Superintendent's number, should I call him too?" (What was he gonna do, make my school life difficult?)

Physics teacher was a bro and I got the feeling he was proud of me for the stunt I pulled but I couldn't get him to talk about it. Other kids were afraid to cheat off of me in other classes beyond this point for a while. I did end up pulling something similar the next year in English, but I actually intended to bomb the test myself as they were physically watching me fill in answers. I did it just to screw over the rest of the class, as it was filled with my tormentors. I was alone in a room full of people that treated me like shit, but relied on me for their grade. They were NOT ready for it, but I was still going to pass even with a 0 due to extra credit I had accrued. But that's a story for another time. 2 other people from my English class graduated on time that year.

I'd like to think I taught them all a valuable lesson about over-reliance on others, comeuppance, and dishonesty, but more likely they just became more despicable with time. Like an aged wine...but from the dollar store, left in a cabinet behind a full roach trap for about 20 years. Rancid and unappealing as a mouth full of vinegar.

TL;DR, Bullying stops when you give it no other option. Force can only be stopped with equal or greater force (that's just physics). Don't just let it happen, get even, or you'll think about it in regret for the rest of your life. Yes, I'm still bitter about some of the things they did to me. I won't let go of that toxic, vile shit until the day I die. But these victories I won, alone against the entire horde, I'll cherish them long after I'm dead and gone.

[maximederoo]

I wonder if this man even get's a minute of sleep

[badassitudepostergirl]

This girl bullied my younger brother badly in elementary school, blaming him for things that she did and getting him in trouble. The teacher always believed her over my brother because the girl was this small and cute rich kid. Fast forward to this year, she’s a freshman (so is my brother) and I’m a senior, and she’s trying to join clubs and student organizations. (For this to make sense I have to explain that I’m heavily involved in extracurriculars and that I’m president/captain for a lot of clubs/my team) she shows up to audition for the school play, and, lo’ and behold, is talking to some other girl about running into this kid that she hated and used to bully but that she now finds cute. Overhearing this I chimed in “who are you talking about?” “[my brother’s name], do you know him” “I might be familiar”, and with that I turned around, went to the front of the room, quieted everyone down, and introduced myself: “Hi everyone I’m [same last name as brother], and I’m the President of the Drama Program as well as Head Director for this production.” The look on her face was priceless.
Needless to say, she didn’t get cast.
Nobody gets to fuck with my family.

[blueeyedlady]

I had to forcibly court evict some tenants from my beautiful 3br2ba home on 5 acres. They owed thousands and we would never see it. Can’t squeeze blood from a turnip! They had taken months of garbage, shitty diapers, cigarette butts, other gross things, and left them all over our carpeted home. After I lost my shit, I began SHOVELING all of it into boxes to take to the dump. Got the the garage and found a piece of mail with their new address! GOT A GREAT IDEA! Wrote on all 23 boxes of garbage “kitchen, Baby’s room, master br, spare room, closet”, etc. Then I called out local sheriff and asked if someone could accompany me to their house bc they obviously didn’t have enough room in their moving truck for all their stuff. Deputy met me there and I dumped TWO SMALL PICKUP LOADS of boxed garbage on their front lawn and driveway! Big man came out of the house to “kick my ass”, deputy saw him and whata ya know! He had a warrant and a chase ensued! LIFE IS GOOD 😊

[Spunchbubandfriends]

Who else only came here to see bullies get bullied?

[graphitebendy]

It's always nice to listen to a r/askreddit video without a robot voice. Thanks for the good videos.

[COFFEEWSUGA]

My mother was never a kind person. She's narcissistic and manipulative and I despise her. Growing up, I never quite realised this. After all, your parents are supposed to support you, and love you, and care for you - and I always believed that she had. Around middle school, however, my rose tinted goggles were removed. Since then, I have slowly grown up struggling in the wake of the mistakes she's made - supporting my younger brother, growing up essentially alone and isolated in a hell she created with her laziness and negligence. It took me a very, very long time to finally see through her lies. She always promised me it would be better, and that she really did love me, and I always believed her. And then... I just... snapped.

About a month ago, I finally left her for good - moved towns with the help of my sister, at the time with nothing but the clothes on my back (I have since gotten most of my valuable belongings from the house.) At first, she contacted me under the guise of someone else, trying to convince me to talk to her over the phone. I knew very well that I can't handle myself over the phone or in person (I believe it is due to undiagnosed autism), so I told them (at the time believing this to be someone else, perhaps my grandmother, ) that I would only agree to speak over text. We got into a weird argument-discussion. They believed that I was my sister speaking through text, because they didn't believe that I would have spoken so harshly to them. I told them that this was who I really was behind the mask of compliance I usually wore, and that if they didn't believe me, then they never truly knew who I was. Finding out later that this person was my mother was almost cathartic. Imagine your child telling you that you don't really know them. Your fully adult, very mature child, after running away from home, after stating that their mother was a cruel and manipulative person. I know it had to bite.

Eventually, I pressured her into speaking to me over text. I told my mother that she had always been cruel to me, and that I hated her for it, that I didn't want to live with her and neither did my siblings; when she tried to talk me into coming back, tried to make amends and figure out a way it could work, I told her she had her chance and lost it. That I was never going to come back, and that I would be happier living alone and struggling than I ever would have been living with her.

Now, I'm not a cruel person. I try to be kind to everyone, even the people who don't deserve it. Because I have always watched people, and tried to learn how to be understanding of everyone's circumstances, I have always believed in second chances. It's why it took me this long to get this far. So I gave her an ultimatum; I would get everything I needed from her - my social security, my birth certificate, etc - and she would never talk to me again. She reluctantly agreed to this after a thirty minute conversation in which I eventually cornered her and pressured her into it. However, there was another piece of that ultimatum towards her benefit. I would have her blocked on everything, but she could always read my Facebook profile. I don't update it often, but it's her only lense into the life of the child she failed. To me, being forced into realising that after twenty years of supposedly caring for your son that he has grown to hate you, and only being able to watch him from a distance, being unable to speak to him at all because he simply will not let you? It is the ultimate punishment to any parent who remotely cares about her child.

And for me, that makes it the ultimate revenge.



TL;DR: I ditched my abusive mother. Because she claims she still cares about me, she's only allowed to watch me from a distance over social media and never talk to me. I hope her mistakes torment her.

[_o_]

I actually have a story of my own.
There was this kid on my bus that would all make fun of me, for the way I looked, the way I dressed, sometimes he made fun of me just because I bought lunch from school
One day, on the bus he asked me, “What did you eat for lunch, that dog shit you always eat?” I responded with “No, I actually had the milk your dad never came back with”

[ketchupstudios]

I’ve got a story, one of the very first moments of “Bad-ass-ness” I ever experienced. It was the second grade and me and my friends would play in the gravel at recess and make water canals (I live in an extremely rainy place). One day this bully, who was in grade five (two years above us), came up to our little group and bullied my friend so badly she started crying and ran to the bathroom. We followed her to make sure she was ok physically (there had been some hair pulling), and once we returned, the b!tch and her crew had taken our spot of the gravel field! The rest of the day I pondered how I could get my sweet sweet revenge (I had a lot of anger issues back then). Then it hit me. She had been known for bragging about the food she got for lunch (she was upper class, after all), and she would often bring these jumbo chips to school. She was also notorious for stealing food. As luck would have it that day she brought the chips. So i waited for just after lunch and picked up the crumpled bag that she had discarded on the floor. I then filled it up with the muddy water in the makeshift water canals and made it look like i was chewing something. Low and behold the @sshole shows up, leans down and goes: “Whatcha eating?”
I responded “Chips.” She proceeded to look me up and down and then tried to take the bag! I asked her if she wanted them and she looked at me like i had just offended her. I hold it by the rims of the bag (somehow she didn’t see what was inside lmao) and she does the same. Then i let go and by now she’s just leaning over the bag realizing what’s in the bag, and i clap my hands on the bottom sending a full-blown tsunami of muddy water strain got at her. She ran away screaming and didn’t come back. Four months passed and then on a sunny ass day Im approached by her and a playground monitor and she says “They splashed me!”. I just about started laughing. We’re now both in the same high school, and I'm 100% sure she wants to kill me. Still worth it though.

[skepticaltoaster]

I actually have a story for this! Back in elementary I had a friend that had a mental disability. This meant he caught quite a lot of bullying. There was this one kid that was especially bad, would basically chase him everywhere during lunch period, tormenting him the whole time. My friend would always try to walk away or shout back, escalating to fights that happened constantly. The teachers did nothing to intervene. By proxy I did get some comments but due to the groups I was in I didn't really get the brunt of it. Anyway, one day after class I see him arguing with this friend of mine, so I walk over. I normally would try to help out but this time I just kicked the kid in the balls full force. Needless to say, he left my friend alone from then on.

[nekominorinya]

I was never popular in school, so people used to pick on me for a long time, in 9. Grade i had enough of that one guy throwing shit at me, so i stood up, took his desk and squeezed him between his chair and desk, basically strangling him, after he saw how dead serious i was, noone ever picked on me again. I tell you one thing fear works wonders sometimes

[scooberdoobergoob]

Getting the perfect revenge on someone is like going home after school on Friday
ITS AWESOME 👏

[weylontheweird]

This is about one of my teachers when she wass younger.

My teacher was born with one leg longer than the other so, naturally, she walked funny for most of her childhood. From what I remember, she was the nerdy type as well and was always reserved, kept to herself, and fairly femininely underdeveloped. She, at one point, decided to ask one of the footballers out and he said "I would rather kiss a pile of dogshit".

Going into highschool, over the summer she had a huuuuge change in physical appearance. Matured, learned make up, figured out how to walk properly with her leg, and overall was (and still is) a beautiful bad ass. So that same guy asks her out and she said yes.

On their date, when he leaned in to kiss her, from her purse she pulled out a tinfoil wrapped pile of dog shit she had picked up earlier that day and smashed it on his face. Needless to say, she won that night.

Ms. Kirkley, I miss ya dearly, you were always so hecking awesome. ❤❤❤ I'm still jealous of your dating life.

[ianjackson]

One time I was being bullied by an 8th grader when I was in 5th grade. He kept on stealing my food every day and the teachers never did anything even though he took it right in front of them sometimes. He would also punch and shove me.

Now, the revenge. Turns out we both liked peppers a lot at that age, he loved sweet peppers because I kept hearing him telling his friends that he loves the taste or something. Anyways, my father was a complete fire mouth and loved extremely hot peppers. We had ghost pepper sauce in the kitchen. I’m sure you can see what I did to the bully.

I Put about a spoonful of the ghost pepper sauce in there, as I made my lunch for that day. Later on, lunch time arrived and dickhead and his friends showed up and he grabbed my sandwich. He took a big bite out of it in front of me and started screaming in pain. It was so hilarious to watch as his mouth burnt. I also took the opportunity to get a sucker punch in his face.

I ended up getting a stern talking to from the principal and the bully ended up getting suspended. Never again did he steal my lunches, and he only picked on me for the next few months before going on to another target.

Sorry for making such a long post lol.

[villainouszucchini]

I had a math teacher freshman year who was very strict. He was nice, however, and I liked him, but I happened to have class with a bunch of preps and jocks who felt they were above a few algebra problems. I was sitting right next to one of the main troublemakers. I was tired, it was 9am, and I was so over his outbursts to the teacher. When it was my turn to pass the stack of assignment papers his way, I leaned in and whispered, "B*tch." He exploded. I was often a teacher's pet, so no one in the class believed that I called him any names, not even his buddies. He raised hell until the teacher sent him to the principals office, and given his previous track record of disturbances, we didn't see him again for awhile.

[cultofloki]

This one kid in the 5th grade was constantly tormenting me. One time we had gym class, and it was break time. I told all of my friends in the class, who were also being harassed by her, to take a signal and do a little something special. Afterward a casually waited at the center of the gym, knowing that she would strike. She did. As soon as the insults hurled I turned around, waved my hand, and spouted some deep pitched jibberish. All of my friends, which were also being insulted, immediately pretended to be in a sort of possessed state, and proceeded to chant some future dark prophecy stuff, I can’t quite remember. For the rest of the year, she legit thought I was a magical being and that I cursed her. I have no regrets. However, a few years later, we are now decent frenemies. To Evangelos, the Lord of Dark Prophecy!

[d.f]

I had a course in Foods in High school, cubicle kitchens, awkward but cooperative teammates etc. throughout the months of my course I made friends with the people in my kitchen and we started hanging out. I noticed how the other kitchen bullied this one particular guy because he knew better about cooking and they didn't like it for it hurt their weak mindset. We accepted him in our kitchen and ever since, we've been efficiently doing better than the other kitchen; we started early we finished early. But whenever we made mistakes, yet it's ok to make one right they gloat and mock our kitchen as their oven and pan starts scorching their food to ashes. Days later, we still outbest them no matter what. It was so satisfying to stay 2 steps ahead of them. The whole days were just whining and moaning because our new member kept correcting them so hard and making them look dumb af for desserting their mans

[corback]

one day in 9th grade at college there was a kid who pissed everyone off, I don't know what he had but he was mean to everyone all the time and he didn't have any friends.

one day in PE class he started insulting me behind my back (it happens from time to time and it doesn't bother me anymore) but then he did it 4 or 5 times in 2 hours. queue for I don't know what exercise a friend of mine asked me to pass in front of me, I told her yes and I let her pass. at this time, this guy also asked me to pass on his usual contemptuous tone if he could pass too, I told him no and that he was going to queue like everyone else. but to start telling me that if he wants to pass, he will pass. I put my hand on his chest to push him away while raising my voice.

and he yelled not to touch him, pushing my hand away as if I was inferior. I really hurt him that day, with the adrenaline I don't remember much but I remember that I gave him gigantic kicks in the stomach while he was in the ground, he didn't even try to defend himself when I was not at all the violent or quarrelsome type (it's rather the opposite, I was harassed a lot). the teacher had to separate me from him, I remember that the naughty boys in the class came to see me and told me to settle it after class and not in class to avoid punishment, I earned their respect and they never bothered me.

I have never been punished for this, when I told all this to the principal he told me that I was being harassed and that therefore he was letting it go. it was not the first time that I was harassed and I often fought against those who attacked me. but never i get never punished for this.

[Studios]

Not my revenge but still good. in 4th grade we had to walk a 1/4 of a mile track every morning. They called it, “The Walk Of Wisdom”. Once me and my friend were walking along side each other and I saw my older brother ahead of us. He was a total jerk at home. Well I decided to embarrass him in front of his friends. I told his friends the weird stuff he would do (like eat play dough and that stuff) my older brother decided to swing around and elbow me in the nose. He was 13 and was strong and with the amount of force he put into it, idk how he didn’t brake my nose. Not even a nose bleed. But I was on the ground crying. My best friend decided to kick my older brother as hard as he could in the balls. I left clutching my nose and hugging my best friend.

[moviewatcher]

So, this isn’t exactly a “revenge story, ” but I find it satisfying.
A brief explanation of the situation I was in at the time: I went to a private school during 6th grade. It was my first and last private school I have ever attended, I was 11 at the time. It was a good school, the teachers were nice, it was just too expensive for my parents to do another year there for me and my siblings after that. It was the type of school that had every grade from Pre-K to 12th, so in spite of it being a small school, there were lots of students.
Anyways, during the first semester and briefly into the second semester, there was this girl I didn’t know (at least a grade or two younger than me) that apparently decided that she was going to pick on me for whatever reason. To this day, I still don’t know why. It was just typical stuff at first, like poking me and running away, screaming at me and running away, attempting to steal my backpack on the bus, so I tolerated her for a time. It wasn’t until this one day that, after school let out that day, she kicked me in the crotch on the way to the bus that I realized that she had no intention of stopping. Oh, I wanted to get back at her for that, but how? I was taught not to hit girls from a young age, so in my mind, that was out of the question, and I figured that she’d just play innocent if I told one of the teachers since no one else saw it, so I waited for an opportunity that would lean in my favor.
Finally, the day later came when she and a friend of hers sat behind me and one of my friends from class on the bus on the way back from school. I guess that she thought that it would be funny if she spat in my face, and she did so four times. I was constantly telling myself for the remainder of the bus ride that it wouldn’t be worth it if I hit her, so I restrained myself until my stop came. Her stop didn’t come until after mine, so she stayed seated while I, my friend, and several others got up to leave. When I got to the bus driver, I told him only that she spat in my face and my friend backed me up. The bus driver in turn asked for my name and assured me he’d let her parents know. (Looking back, I assumed at the time that he probably knew her family from the way he spoke or that he at least knew how to reach them)
No idea what happened after that, but from then on, that girl never bothered me again, nor would she even look at me on the off chance we crossed paths for the remainder of the school year. Thanks mister bus driver!