Have you ever been a class cootie?

I have no idea what a "class cootie" is. If you're going to use phrases that are meaningless to some readers, then you need to allow an "other" option so that we can say so without voting "yes" or "no".

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My guess at what this means: "cooties" are this made-up thing that kids use to single out another child as being undesirable. It's like saying someone has leprosy. I think cooties refer to lice or some other bug infection. Some, the "class cootie" is the child who no one likes, or perhaps the child who is spreading lice to all the other kids.
I think there was a cootie toy that was shaped like a worm-like bug.

my entire elementary career

Making a rough guess what it means...

No way! I avoided cooties like the plague! lol

bill: I didn't think i'd waste my time on this survey, but what the hey. Yes, it was a means of chastising classmates. I myself was often a cootie between the 2nd & 3rd grades. The cootie game involved rolling dice to assemble limb by limb plastic insects resembling Colorado Potato Beetles. The earlier versions were made of hard plastic, so the legs would often break. I had them; they were good for learning color combinations.

What, pray tell, is a class cootie?

Since I have no idea what a class cootie is...I cannot select either yes or no. B L E H !

I've been a class nerd, but not a cootie. Though when I was little, I enjoyed the GAME Cooties where you got little plastic parts and built a humorous-looking brightly-colored six-legged insect....

of course i was, but it's the cootie catcher's that reminded me of it to make the survey. i'm kinda going through a regression with the childhood stuff, so be patient with me cause i'm sure i'll get caught up, world allowing.

class cooties were people who got picked on, usually for doing something gross like drinking the water coloring water or picking their nose. The average age in this survey is about the same as mine, so i'm wondering if your not from the U.S. How can almost no one know what a cootie was. It was back in the days when we used to sing things 'mushy gushy gopher guts' about the other gender, and had to line up before class in seperate lines, like hear they're doing again.

Jas: when I went to school, people weren't cooties; people got cooties. It was an infestation you got from touching members of the opposite sex. (Don't ask me how the biology of that works.) On the other hand,

Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Marinated monkey meat
Chopped up baby parakeet
(Something else I really can't remember now)
And me without a spoon.

was sung while lining up for dinner at summer camp and as far as I know was intended to gross out the girls (and the counselors).

We did have cootie shots. If you touched a boy and got cooties you'd have to get a cootie shot from someone else, which involved them sticking out the first two fingers of each hand and forming a box. You stuck your finger in the middle of the box, they squeezed, you were purified.

drdt: the missing line would be "French fried eyeballs dipped in motor oil." YUM! I agree with your interpretation of cooties. I also believe that cooties as a generic and fictional infestation is derived fairly directly from actual infestation with head lice, which I believe were/are called cooties (can anyone confirm this?).

What's a cootie?

We sang roasted eyeballs floating in a bowl of blood, darn i forgot my spoon. We also had the gender based cooties, and i'm sure they once were derived from head lice. I missed a lot of the first grade from catching ringworm from a kitten. I had my head shaved, and didn't get to sing in the christmas pageant. My favorite song was 'do you hear what i hear?'
My 1932 Funk & Wagnal's dictionary has one definition - a body louse (soldiers slang)

Not that I know of...

Jas: thanks, that fits the meter better.

Boys are made of gushy wooshie gopher guts
chopped up monkey meat,
paralyzed piggy feet.
Roasted eyeballs, floating in a bowl of blood.
Darn, I forgot my spoon.

That's how we sang it, buti find the other version more colorful.
I used to come up with my own songs back then, only to find someone else from another school claimed they existed elsewhere.

Jas: But since when were kids ever original? You probably heard them once and then forgot, and when you remembered them it had been so long it felt like you made it up. I recall hearing Fred Small singing on NPR:

On top of old smokey, all covered with sand
I shot my poor teacher with a red rubber band
I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride
How could I miss her - she's forty feet wide

And he said that after a concert this snotty-nosed kid came up and tugged on his pantleg to tell him 'We made up a song kind of like that in my school, only we do it different. We use a green rubber band.'

Of course in my school we used a twenty-two slug so what do I know...

at my school it was grenade launcher....

drdt: i don't think so since my whole life is like this now. I can compose poetry and hear it on the radio a few minutes later.

I don't mean to escalate this line of comments, but we used surface to air missiles. It broke up the meter of the rhyme, but we didn't mind 'cause we were tough.

Die inter-kontinenteles Fernlenk Geschlossen, i'll clone Turin to keep you company in that bunker, i've got better things to do.

bill=hoodlum

bill=cleanse with fire omega man mutant. (bill: you can ask me stop this if it annoys you, but i imagine you're having fun too.)

Jas: so you are either extremely influential in the performing arts, or unoriginal and clairaudiant. All three of which I find hard to accept at face value...

TV's no different, I decide what i want it to look like half the time.
For a few years, i toyed with calling it clair-something or other, to relieve the responsibility. Now I realize there can't possibly be anthing to worry about.

Jas: could you make them stop cutting scenes from the Muppet Show to make room for commercials? Please?

First you put the chicken in the hurdy-gurdy. da woo, orf orf orf orf
Yeah, I was just contemplating last night that Sesame Street's brought to you by the letter 'P', was rather insidious.
I decide on form, color, and meta-content, and often subject matter. Whethar or not it's called a commercial is fairly irrelevant.
Might as well be walking on the sun.

We didn't have class cooties. Thank God!!!

I don't even know what it is.

I'm going to say no mainly because I don't know what you mean.