caretakers
They're called TARD-WRANGLERS, Sabb. Not that stupid libertard term.
Anyways, oh god my HS has a million tards. It's unbelievable. I'll share some stories.
1) There is this one black tard who looks like a thumb, he stood up from the tard table and started flipping the fuck out, yelling and gesturing like he was trying to bitch out a ghost.
2) I was sitting in a garden table once and this one normally happy (as in he skips around the school singing to himself and shit) autist suddenly sits down at the table and just looks super sad. I move to the other side with my friend and we're both speechless as he sits there, in his own little melancholy sphere. I could imagine taking a picture and the background would be grayscaled, only his figure colored. Then suddenly he gets up and gallops (like a horse) away, happy again.
3) Another autist is always walking in circles around one of the buildings, always darting his head to a corner or to sudden movement in a look of unmitigated terror. Me and my lunch friend made the theory that his parents keep a man-eating lion in a cage, and tell him that the lion only hunts for his scent and they let it out every day ten minutes after he leaves the house.
4) A friend of mine was in the bathroom once when an autist walks in, paces for a minute, and starts repeatedly shouting "SHADOW THE HEDGHEHOG" in this quick voice for a good three minutes.
5) My lunch friend's friend was changing in the bathrooms for P.E. once when the whole Tard brigade walks in. One goes into the stall next to him, and starts trying to grab his clothes from under the stall. This guy starts trying to pull his clothes back (tards have tard strength) when suddenly more hands reach out, each pair trying to grab a bookbag or shirt or other article of clothing. I told him I would've started stepping on the feet out of fear.
