Heh…friend of mine and I got caught mock-fighting in a school hallway a few weeks ago (“I’m taking you down! You, me, behind the school! After band practice!”) by three nearby teachers. They chewed us out and we promptly stopped our horrible, horrible ways…mostly because we didn’t mean to be so loud. We were just being silly.
Not a big deal at all, but rather embarrassing anyway.
In high school, a friend of mine went into the (empty) Chem lab during lunch one day and set all 22 computers to the Hamster Dance webpage with the sound turned up all the way. It was great, with them going at different times, you got the overlap really nice. The teacher somehow figured out it was us and yelled, but nobody ever took him seriously anyways…
My little brother got quite a bitch-out from a teacher once when he switched the cords on some of the computers in the lab so that the keyboards were hooked up to comps they were not actually in front of… confused the heck of of the poor kids using them. Far as I know he’s never done something like that again, but he has pulled some other crap so i don’t think it really changed him.
Here is something I will always remember.
In high school freshman English class we had weekly vocab tests. One week, I was grossly unprepared and I thought it would be a good idea to cheat. So I made a list of words and definitions and put it in my hat and periodically checked it.
Well, I was caught by the teacher. She pulled me out into the hallway and told me
“I’ll give you two options: 1) I’ll fail you on the test and call your parents to tell them what you did, or 2) I’ll tear up your test and let you take it again if you promise NEVER to cheat again.”
You can imagine which one I chose. I ended up with a 97% on that test because I had just filled in all the answers two seconds before. HOWEVER, I was so incredibly stunned at her mercy and my incredible luck (close shave) that to this day I have been true to my word and NEVER cheated.
pretty good story huh? I wish I could go find her and tell her.
I was in elementary school, walking home with some other kids, just being goofy, noisy kids. At one point, I called one kid a “dirty so-and-so” just as a woman was walking by. She gave me such a shocked look of disapproval that I was instantly embarrassed and I never said that again. I didn’t know it was a bad thing to call someone - it didn’t sound like cussing to me! :o
Cool story, jayrot!
FCM: Is “so-and-so” really what you said then, or are you now using a euphemism?
No, I said “so-and-so” - the lady was aghast, tho, so I supposed I said something terrible.
Good grief.
Well, once a friend and I (late in my High School career) went down to the mall to browse around, when his dirtbag mom made him go all the way home to move his car (we took mine). Rather than wait the ten minutes, she backed her car out and scraped it on the his car. Then she blames him for it.
Now, I had not particularly disliked this lady, though she samcked of White Trash just a little too much. His stepdad did not apparently notice my friend’s existance.
At that point, though, I just snapped, and completely told her off. By the time I was done she was so mad her face turned purple.
Some people may not like me for this. I don give a flying (*^%.
From then on, I simply no longer care who you are, you’d better damn well respect me and act politely, or I’ll send you to hell. I don’t care if you’re a millionare president of Wahootee, I’m an American, Gosh-Darn-It!, and I’m going to be treated like a human being!
“Life’s an orgasm, so grab a spoon”
“If cheerleading is a sport, masturbation should be one too”
“In case of emergency, insert microphone into anal orifice and turn on”
I see. Thank you.
Once, when I was 11, a friend and I were chasing this other friend around the neighborhood, throwing walnuts at him (he was “it”). We cut through this old geezer’s yard, and he caught me by the arm, spun me around, started shaking me and accusing me of all kinds of mayhem, none of which was true. As a panic response, I kicked him in the nuts as hard as I could and ran away. I’ll never forget the look on his face…
However, he knew who I was and called my parents. Initially, they were mad, but when I explained to them what happened, they kind of understood, although the nutkick was verboten.
Anyway, that was when I learned that not all adults were right and worthy of respect, and that I had the power to make that determination. This, I think, was good because the adults who DID have my respect had it because it was real, not “just because”…
I only hit my little sister once.
My dad was furious.
It wasn’t what he did to me, it was the look on his face. I wasn’t the look of anger. It was the look of shame, that his son would hit a little girl. I will never forget that.
I wish adults would let youngun’s off with a warning and a slap on the wrist more often, especially after they sincerely promised never to repeat such an action again. I really do. Just being scared shitless was enough, the follow-through with the punishment and all was unnecessary. That was the first time I was arrested. But yes, the cops do hate kids. Hell, I didn’t know what I was doing was wrong.
Why I don’t help the elderly across the street
Most of the time I try to be such a nice boy, I get in trouble a lot but my intentions are usually good, never have I done anything truely malicious to anyone or anything; sometimes I can be bitchy but that’s okay because we all get moody sometimes and I’m usually good-natured and friendly. I’m the type of guy who, if given the opportunity to, would normally help that old-timer cross the street. But the elderly don’t seem to appreciate it. “Hello, mam. May I help you?” I remember this mix of shock and horror when she saw me, a small yell, I explaining to her “I don’t know why . It’s what you’re supposed to do”, old woman slap, she’s walking away very fast, somewhere in the end her purse is old woman swung at my arm, “get away!”, etc. So anyways I got accused of assaulting a poor elderly woman. Though luckily not arrested for it.
Was it my buttoned but untucked in collared shirt? 