16 Of Reddit's Best Confessions From 2022 That People Just Had To Get Off Their Chest (2024)

From Redditor u/Substantial-Data3319:

I went to elementary in a rural school district and our schoolyard had a large grassy area. In early September when we went back to school, the grassy field was loaded with those flying tan grasshoppers. I got pretty good at catching them just for fun along with the other boys in my class. One day I decided to collect as many as I could in a pencil case. I wanted to get as many as possible into the case, so I stored it in my desk’s compartment. Over a couple of days I had probably 20 or so. No one else [k]new I was collecting them, so when I accidentally popped the case open and they started getting out through the vent holes in my desk, no one [k]new where they were coming from. The teacher [k]new that we would catch the grasshoppers and assumed exactly what I had done, but [did not] know it was me. She cleared everyone out and started looking for the source. Somehow every grasshopper escaped from my desk and I never got caught for it and never told anyone it was me.

From Redditor u/Few-Description1956:

When I was in my 7th grade math class I found out this trick on the calculators where you can change the “K” value and it would plug that in to any equation. I changed the K value on it to “•0 + 69,” which basically made almost any equation equal to 69. I showed my friend this because I thought it was funny and every time we grabbed a calculator for class we would do this before we put it back so some kid’s calculator would only give the answer 69. A few days later my friend and I ended up changing all of the calculators in our class to do that when the teacher was gone. Fast forward a week or two and the teacher had a talk with all the students about it and said if she found out who did it they would get suspended. She said she had a lot of people trying to find out who it was but nobody could. A few people suspected my friend but nobody had proof. We were never caught.

From Redditor u/_kokaine_:

So okay ... I was a kid and stupid. Anyway, my dad used to give me and my brother $5 each in the offering envelope to put into the basket when it came around. I would take the money and put an empty envelope into the basket.

I kept the money to do dumb kid things like buy pizza, candy, take a bus ride to the mall, etc. Eventually, we got older and my parents weren't financially secure so we couldn't offer anything. But I can tell you that as a kid, $5 every week really added up. I would spend it on myself but normally I used to save the money and use it for something big like my mom or dad's birthday gift or offering (ayy get it?) to pay for dinner because I low-key felt bad.

I thought it was funny after and my mom and dad laughed about it.

From Redditor u/lenalea_:

I hated my English teacher my first year of high school. He was weird and had a dry sense of humor I couldn’t appreciate at the time. But over the next few years, I learned to really like him. I was even his TA my senior year. We would always talk about music and literature. He introduced me to some of my favorite music.

I think it was my sophom*ore or junior year, we had a big paper to write over a book we were supposed to read... I didn’t read the damn book (then) and totally copied my friend's paper. I changed it enough but was sure he’d see through my s***.

I got an A! And every damn time I saw this teacher he would tell me how brilliant my paper was. Did he know??? Did he torture me with this for the next decade?? We actually remained in touch after high school and had coffee from time to time. His wife owned a local candy shop. He passed away a few years ago after moving to a new state, but every single time I saw him previous to that he always mentioned my amazing plagiarized paper over a book I never read.

I always wanted to tell him. To know if he really knew. I think he knew… brilliant a**hole. I miss him.

From Redditor u/smalltown_dreamspeak:

My middle school leaned heavily on BrainPop (a website with educational cartoons for kids) to be a "fun" learning tool for our curriculums. All of my teachers used BrainPop, and usually introduced new subjects (like cells, or algebra) with a BrainPop video.

Sixth grade was a hard year for me. My parents had lost their house, and it would take a few years before we had the funds to live on our own. My great-grandparents took us in, but we still didn't have any money to spare for luxuries like Netflix subscriptions or movie rentals...

When I tried to use BrainPop at home for the first time, I was crushed to find it hidden behind a paywall. I knew damn well that the only BrainPop videos I would see would be at school. I would never be able to choose a BrainPop video to watch; I'd only ever see what my teachers chose to show us.

One day in computer lab, our teacher was going around the room manually logging us into BrainPop to watch a specific video. She told us all the school username to enter, and would type in the password for each of us... But even though she had us all cover our eyes and turn around while typing the password, I still heard how many keys she pressed: 6.

The username was literally just the school email. And I managed to guess that the password was just as simple: the school name. I'm pretty sure it was all lowercase, too.

I felt like a goddamn computer genius when I typed the incredibly simple username/password into BrainPop. I felt like I'd discovered Pompeii, or the Teacher's Lounge.

I must have watched damn near every motherf***ing BrainPop. Or it must have been something close, because for the rest of middle school I never saw a single BrainPop in class that I was unfamiliar with. I felt the smuggest sense of satisfaction to know that the password never changed, even after I moved to a new school district.

I never told anyone about my illegal BrainPop activities, not even my best friend.

From Redditor u/GiraffesForHigher:

When I was in the eighth grade, me and another classmate of mine were picked to go on a leadership trip. Two kids from each eighth grade class were picked. Other middle schools were included in this as well. (A lot I think. There were a lot of eighth graders there.) Anyway, the trip ended up being at [a] high school that was like 40 minutes away. When we got there… 12th graders… greeted us. Each 12th grader had a list of five or six students that would be in [their] group. Once we were all separated and brought to empty classrooms, we were told that we had to come up with a two-minute song about being a leader and how to inspire our fellow youths.

The 12th grader in charge of our group decided we were gonna rap and be the best of all the performing groups. We came up with lyrics and rhymes and I was mortified during this entire thing. Every time someone came up with some lame rhyme I was so anxious and terrified that I had to be a part of this group to perform this to the entire 12th grade. We finished; each of us got our three or four lines. Our rap was gonna start with us putting all our hands in a circle and screaming "GO! GO! GO!" then we were to spin around to face all the seniors and dance and jump around with microphones and rap about studying and being inspirational and stuff. After we finished writing this rap we were all called down to the gym. Our leader got our sticker and we were the 10th of 12 groups to perform.

Each group went and I was clutching myself and humming to myself as the secondhand embarrassment washed over me as every group got up and I had to watch 50 other middle schoolers horribly sing songs while all the seniors laughed and recorded us. Our group was near the rear entrance to the gym and there was a fire alarm maybe 5 feet outside the doors. I looked at it when we first walked down the hallway to the gym and thought for a second about how I wanted to pull this thing to get the f*** out of there. I was thinking about how I just wanted to die and how stupid and embarrassing this whole thing would be.

I had no business even being picked to go on this thing. I was a C/D level student who failed like 70% of the tests I took that year. The ones I did pass, I barely did. B's were scarce and A's were once in a blue moon and a TOTAL shock when they happened. I was this loner kid who was bullied a lot and always at the office and I absolutely 100% believe I was picked to go on this trip out of pity by my core teacher. I was so confused when I was picked to go on this trip; so was a kid in my class who screamed at my teacher about how "I didn't deserve to go on this trip" and that “my name was always written on the board because I failed tests so often.”

I was standing at the back of my group while the ninth group performed. I slowly walked backwards, put my hand on the alarm, closed my eyes and pulled it, and immediately jumped forward and pretended to be as shocked as everyone else. We then had to exit out of the gym through the main doors. By the time everything was cleared, our trip was over and we had to leave. My grade 12 group leaders were pissed and so was everyone else in my group. I was never asked if I pulled it or accused. I was so happy to get the f*** out of there. This was in the spring of 2011.