A classmate kept βborrowingβ my notes and then posting my exact points online like they were theirs. No credit. Ever. Bonus: theyβd act like they were doing me a favor by sharing.
The final straw was when they corrected me in a group chatβ¦ using my own words from the notes they took. That was it. My inner villain clocked in β°
Next time they asked for notes, I sent them a super neat versionβbut I quietly added a few obviously fake terms and one wrong example (nothing dangerous, just embarrassing). They posted it confidently. Comments rolled in: βWhat does this even mean?β Meanwhile, I posted the correct version later with:
βClean notes β¨ for anyone who needs the accurate ones.β
When I was in school, a classmate used to hide my pencil box almost every day just to annoy me. At first, I ignored it. But one day before a test, she hid it again and I almost got in trouble because I couldnβt find my pen. Thatβs when I snapped.
The next day, during lunch break, I quietly switched his school bag with another identical one in the class (just for a few minutes). When the bell rang, she panicked thinking her bag was lost. After watching her search everywhere, I told her calmly, βMaybe someone hid it.β Then I showed her where it was.
She never touched my pencil box again. It was harmless, but the lesson was clear. π
I have a friend who lied to me about a game server we were supposed to use as a spot for the next batch of our gaming work. He told me he wouldn't be playing there and said he needed a break. But something felt off. Later on, I noticed another guild using that server, and I trusted my instinct it really felt like he was there.
So I did a little petty revenge. I kept killing his character in the game, pretending I didn't know it was him. Not long after, he suddenly messaged me and told me to stop killing him. That's when I knew I was right. I didn't argue or confront him I just smiled to myself. It was small, harmless, and honestly very satisfying.