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'I Scored A Teacher': Send Us Your Worst Debs Stories

(And here are some of ours.)

IT’S DEBS SEASON. Thousands of teenagers around the country are putting on uncomfortable eveningwear, crotching naggins and saying inappropriate things to teachers.

And we want your worst stories. What is the Debs incident you wheel out when your friends ask?

Leave them in the comments below, email them in confidence to tips@dailyedge.ie, tweet us or send us a Facebook message. We offer full anonymity to all contributors.

Just like we do to this staff member, who shall remain nameless:

I scored a teacher at a debs. Which isn’t as bad as it initially sounds as I was a) 18 b) in college c) who am I kidding it’s really bad.

And this one, who tells a tale of woe.

I brought my recent ex boyfriend as my date out of some misguided sense of loyalty. It was a mistake. He got polluted on pints and cried on the bus on the way to the bowling alley. I had to order him to leave.

And the victim of this incident.

Someone got sick into a snack box on the bus. I can still smell it.

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And this deeply unfortunate date. (STOP GETTING SENT HOME, MEN OF IRISH DEBS.)

My Mam gave us a lift over to the hotel and, in the car, he got all sanctimonious about not drinking. “I just don’t see the point of getting drunk.” My Mam was like, “You’re dead right.” Anyway, we get out of the car and he immediately hands me a shoulder of vodka and asks if I can mind it in my bag. Obviously the whole car spiel was just a weirdo lie to impress my Mam.
When we sit down for dinner, he keeps sneaking under the table to take swigs from the shoulder of vodka. He’s a pretty slight guy so he does not hold it well and keeps whispering things like, “You’re the most beautiful girl in the room.” At a certain point (probably about 9pm) he disappears from the table and I assume he’s just gone to the bathroom. About half an hour later, my vice principal sits down beside me and informs me that he had to be sent home because he was so sick. “Sorry about that now.”

So now. Send us your most embarrassing debs stories and we’ll collect the best examples in a post. You know you want to. 

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