Ugh.. I'm getting sick and tired of you guys posts about me. I may as well tell all of you that my stories are one hundred percent true! I wouldn't be posting them if they weren't true. If you don't want to believe me, fine! That's your business. Otherwise, Leave me alone and let me post what I want. I have the right to post and the right to be on here, so none of you don't need to be telling me what to do. I get enough of that from my parents and I don't need anymore. I was born the way I am and there is nothing I can do to change that, so all of you just need to deal with it:hulk:
One time one of my college professors actually break danced in front of us. I forget the exact situation, but something he said to one of the other students prompted the kid to do a little river dance thing as a joke, and the professor was like, "you call that dancing?" The kid was like, "You think you can do better?" And then the professor busted out a pretty crazy break dance, with all the spins and everything. Sure, he's a twenty-something part-time professor, but you still don't expect that sort of thing.
This one time, in seventh grade, I was giving a speech about Bananas in class. The Principal was in the class to see everyone's speeches. I not only forgot my speech halfway through and had to fetch my notes from my desk, but in my frustration, I also threw my banana against the wall at the end ... accidentally. It slipped. The class laughed.
Classmates wanted me to win and do the speech in front of the school, just so I could throw the banana again. It made the whole situation less embarrassing, and no, I never gave the speech again.
Yesterday in my Trig class we had a substitute. He was really awesome in general, explaining concepts and just really nice. He did two very cool things:
1) One of the guys behind me was messing around with his cell phone, then crossed his arms and nodded off. The sub tossed a piece of chalk at him and hit him square in the forehead!
2) He meandered off into talking about international baseball, and told us we "sucked" because there weren't any baseball fans in the room. Then he was showing us how funny some of the players' names were. Like: Fukume, Bum Ho Lee. The best part was, HE was Asian.
Once I was in a lesson and we were told we had to sing a song for a Christmas play.
Suddenly nazi ninjas broke through the windows and threatened to kill us all if we didn't explain how to work out the circumference of a circle and conjugate Latin vowels.
I, however, reasoned with them, using words, not violence. They were do moved, including the ninja Hitler that they joined us in a Christmas feast and respected the cultural diversity of the Jewish children by lighting a menorah.
Oh, and then in reponse to the Christmas song request I burst forth with a heart-wrenching rendition of dido's lament, earnin me the admiration of child, ninja Nazi and teacher alike.
Ugh.. I'm getting sick and tired of you guys posts about me. I may as well tell all of you that my stories are one hundred percent true! I wouldn't be posting them if they weren't true. If you don't want to believe me, fine! That's your business. Otherwise, Leave me alone and let me post what I want. I have the right to post and the right to be on here, so none of you don't need to be telling me what to do. I get enough of that from my parents and I don't need anymore. I was born the way I am and there is nothing I can do to change that, so all of you just need to deal with it:hulk:
Pickle, I think you're okay. I have nothing against you. However, you do not have a right to be on this forum. None of us have a right to be on this forum except for Mario and Stephanie. I need you to understand that a "right" means you have ownership - a piece of the pie. You do not own this forum. You have no more of a right to post here than I do. HINT: I do not have a right to post here. Like I said, I have nothing against you. I, personally, do not mind you staying here. It will give you the opportunity to learn from a group of bored young adults how to be cool. It will give you some mentorship. Lord knows I'd rather you get it from us than get your mentorship from the streets or where ever else.
Mentorship lesson one: ignore people saying negative things about you on the internet. Do not respond to it. Do you hear what I'm saying here? Do you really get it? Really listen, sir.
Okay, got it? But please don't assume you have any rights to post here. Misinterpretation of common law and propagation of socialism are two things I do not enjoy.
probably the funniest thing I can say that I've done is when I came to school in a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops in the middle of winter, in six inches of snow, in Idaho. Their faces were priceless... Macko can back me up on this one.
A close second would have to be the time someone yelled "What the fuck!?" In the locker room, to which I replied "Good Question!"
In ninth grade I made up a massive conspiracy about how the Earth is really an enormous super organism made of sheep and that they control us and everything else.
I also decided that a dwarven goat is a goat with a beard growing perpendicularly out of it's normal goat beard.
Back in elementary school, we'd have recess on this huge awesome playground. At the end of recess, the monitors would blow their whistles twice and all the kids would run down to the doors and line up to go inside.
So one day I brought a whistle to school, and hid in one of the many good hiding spots on the playground and blew the thing loudly twice in the middle of recess. And of course all the kids went running down to the doors and all the monitors had no idea what was going on. It was fun.
Eric needs to post here and tell the story about how his pants exploded when he was playing foursquare his senior year of high school. That was funneh.
My freshman year of high school, I was in a world geography class that no one quite took seriously, and we all talked and the teacher hated us so there were quite a few funny times where the students acted like total assholes to her.
FIRST EXAMPLE! This one boy in the class, his name was Michael, he was a brown noser but he really really enjoyed giving teacher's grief without them really being aware of it. One day he had these caffeine pills that were the size of mints, and were in a container very similar to altoids; he told the teacher his dad had given him a few containers of these mints (they actually WERE mint flavored) and repeatedly offered the 'mints' to the teacher since he was just trying to get rid of all of them. Of course, she ended up taking quite a few of them by the end of the class; other students he offered the mints to would take one without any problem, so she figured they were safe. Everyone else was taking one, she may as well take a few as well since he was giving them out. The next day she was like "Guys, I'm sorry I'm a little cranky today, I just could NOT get to sleep for anything!"
Michael turned red in the face he was silently laughing so hard. Good thing the classroom was so tiny he basically sat behind her and I don't think she noticed.
Man, I have QUITE a few stories about that class. I'll probably end up telling a few more in this thread, haha
During my last year of high school me and some friends had this sort of competition bout who stole the most school property by the end of the year.
It was December (the school year would end in January) and me and two other friends were ready to take our biggest prize yet: a fire extinguisher, but not one of those tiny ones you can hold with one hand, I'm talking about those huge, big-ass, red fire extinguishers. We had successfully moved it from the computer room in which it belonged to our classroom, and then at the end of the day we put it into one of my friend's (his name is Martin) backpack, but of course it wouldn't close so we covered the part that peeked out with a sweater. Martin was walking down the aisle to go home, with me and another friend behind him and checking for teachers (we must have looked very suspicious), when out of nowhere one of my teachers came out of an empty classroom and gabbed him by the shoulder asking "What is this?". The backpack fell to the ground and the sweater unveiled our treasure. Martin quickly turned to see the extinguisher on the floor (only the top part was visible) and yelled at the top of his lungs "AH! A BOMB!" and ran as fast as he could to the door where his car was waiting to pick him up. It was incredibly hilarious.
Nice, but that'd probably get you suspended in most cases.
Once in high school I was standing outside the cafeteria in the hallway in that time between when I was done eating and when classes started up again. I turned away from the door for a second and suddenly I head this amazingly loud CRACK. When I turned around I saw that someone had thrown one of the cafeteria doors wide open from the inside without looking (they were those wooden ones with the big glass panels, the ones with the little lines in the glass, I guess for reinforcement) and someone in the hall had the bad timing of walking right into it.
The damn glass had massive spiderweb cracks in it afterward, and the poor sap that slammed into it was on the floor reeling.
Way back in elementary a kid in the cafeteria drink his milk carton, folded it up tightly and stomped it by the garbage cans. It sounded like a gunshot and I have never in my life heard a room full of that many children go immediately silent all at once.
One time in elementary school, I had a little thing of chocolate pudding with my lunch. But I just couldn't get the thing open, so I was prying at it with my spoon. Finally the thing jerked open, but a whole glob of pudding flew out and across the entire cafeteria, splatting against the other wall. It just missed hitting a teacher. She got all mad and asked who had done that, and I sorta hid under the table because I was a wimp like that.
Hahaha. My junior year in high school I sat outside at lunch with a group of friends that were a bit rowdy, and I sort of acted like the mom of the group because nearly every day I had to tell someone "No, don't do that" or have to take away some item from them so that they couldn't play with it anymore and somehow get us in trouble. The ONE day I spent lunch downstairs watching one of my friends perform in a little music shin-dig, I come back the next day, and there's this huge pudding stain on the wall where they had flung a whole bunch of pudding, and one of the boys who was always at the table had lunchroom detention and had to help clean the lunch room for like a week. I was like "Seriously? In one day when I'm gone, you get detention for throwing pudding at a wall?"
That pudding was caked on the wall the rest of the year
Mish's story reminded me of this total bitch we had for a Social Studies teacher in HighSchool. She was always like 5 minutes late, too. So, one day the last kids arrive just as the bell rings and they immediately start pushing this huge wooden desk to the door. The teacher shows up and can't get in. She starts banging on the door and we all ignore her. Then she walks away. This room had a second door that connected to the library, so I jumped up as soon as she was gone and grabbed the desk and slid it over to the other door. We managed to waste half the class and the next day we all had a special meeting with the principal who basically agreed with us that she was a bitch but said we shouldn't do that sort of thing.
Those are some funny stories everyone. I was cracking up over the ones about the cafeteria. Speaking of cafeterias,I remember back in 5th grade, there was this kid who mixed up his food and one the teachers said he was being gross and the kid had eat the food he mixed up. That was funny in my opinion. I remember some funny stuff at school that happened in gym class, but sadly. I can't remember any of them right now.
At the beginning of every school year we had to elect a "mayor" for our class (later on we would elect a governor for the year, e.g. 10th grade, and a president of the entire high school). Normally the mayor would be chosen by a simple raise of hands in favor of one or other candidate, since there aren't that many people in one classroom. On 11th grade however we had to write the name on a piece of paper, and later all votes would be read aloud and marked on the white board. I voted for Godzilla. Needless to say, much laughs were had.
What was even funnier is that next year apparently everyone secretly remembered the incident because Godzilla got a very important ten or eleven votes, while Godzuki got one as well.
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This one time, in seventh grade, I was giving a speech about Bananas in class. The Principal was in the class to see everyone's speeches. I not only forgot my speech halfway through and had to fetch my notes from my desk, but in my frustration, I also threw my banana against the wall at the end ... accidentally. It slipped. The class laughed.
Classmates wanted me to win and do the speech in front of the school, just so I could throw the banana again. It made the whole situation less embarrassing, and no, I never gave the speech again.
1) One of the guys behind me was messing around with his cell phone, then crossed his arms and nodded off. The sub tossed a piece of chalk at him and hit him square in the forehead!
2) He meandered off into talking about international baseball, and told us we "sucked" because there weren't any baseball fans in the room. Then he was showing us how funny some of the players' names were. Like: Fukume, Bum Ho Lee. The best part was, HE was Asian.
Suddenly nazi ninjas broke through the windows and threatened to kill us all if we didn't explain how to work out the circumference of a circle and conjugate Latin vowels.
I, however, reasoned with them, using words, not violence. They were do moved, including the ninja Hitler that they joined us in a Christmas feast and respected the cultural diversity of the Jewish children by lighting a menorah.
Oh, and then in reponse to the Christmas song request I burst forth with a heart-wrenching rendition of dido's lament, earnin me the admiration of child, ninja Nazi and teacher alike.
Can I be cool now?
Pickle, I think you're okay. I have nothing against you. However, you do not have a right to be on this forum. None of us have a right to be on this forum except for Mario and Stephanie. I need you to understand that a "right" means you have ownership - a piece of the pie. You do not own this forum. You have no more of a right to post here than I do. HINT: I do not have a right to post here. Like I said, I have nothing against you. I, personally, do not mind you staying here. It will give you the opportunity to learn from a group of bored young adults how to be cool. It will give you some mentorship. Lord knows I'd rather you get it from us than get your mentorship from the streets or where ever else.
Mentorship lesson one: ignore people saying negative things about you on the internet. Do not respond to it. Do you hear what I'm saying here? Do you really get it? Really listen, sir.
Okay, got it? But please don't assume you have any rights to post here. Misinterpretation of common law and propagation of socialism are two things I do not enjoy.
probably the funniest thing I can say that I've done is when I came to school in a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops in the middle of winter, in six inches of snow, in Idaho. Their faces were priceless... Macko can back me up on this one.
A close second would have to be the time someone yelled "What the fuck!?" In the locker room, to which I replied "Good Question!"
That's offa the top of my head, anyway...
I also decided that a dwarven goat is a goat with a beard growing perpendicularly out of it's normal goat beard.
So one day I brought a whistle to school, and hid in one of the many good hiding spots on the playground and blew the thing loudly twice in the middle of recess. And of course all the kids went running down to the doors and all the monitors had no idea what was going on. It was fun.
My freshman year of high school, I was in a world geography class that no one quite took seriously, and we all talked and the teacher hated us so there were quite a few funny times where the students acted like total assholes to her.
FIRST EXAMPLE! This one boy in the class, his name was Michael, he was a brown noser but he really really enjoyed giving teacher's grief without them really being aware of it. One day he had these caffeine pills that were the size of mints, and were in a container very similar to altoids; he told the teacher his dad had given him a few containers of these mints (they actually WERE mint flavored) and repeatedly offered the 'mints' to the teacher since he was just trying to get rid of all of them. Of course, she ended up taking quite a few of them by the end of the class; other students he offered the mints to would take one without any problem, so she figured they were safe. Everyone else was taking one, she may as well take a few as well since he was giving them out. The next day she was like "Guys, I'm sorry I'm a little cranky today, I just could NOT get to sleep for anything!"
Michael turned red in the face he was silently laughing so hard. Good thing the classroom was so tiny he basically sat behind her and I don't think she noticed.
Man, I have QUITE a few stories about that class. I'll probably end up telling a few more in this thread, haha
It was December (the school year would end in January) and me and two other friends were ready to take our biggest prize yet: a fire extinguisher, but not one of those tiny ones you can hold with one hand, I'm talking about those huge, big-ass, red fire extinguishers. We had successfully moved it from the computer room in which it belonged to our classroom, and then at the end of the day we put it into one of my friend's (his name is Martin) backpack, but of course it wouldn't close so we covered the part that peeked out with a sweater. Martin was walking down the aisle to go home, with me and another friend behind him and checking for teachers (we must have looked very suspicious), when out of nowhere one of my teachers came out of an empty classroom and gabbed him by the shoulder asking "What is this?". The backpack fell to the ground and the sweater unveiled our treasure. Martin quickly turned to see the extinguisher on the floor (only the top part was visible) and yelled at the top of his lungs "AH! A BOMB!" and ran as fast as he could to the door where his car was waiting to pick him up. It was incredibly hilarious.
Once in high school I was standing outside the cafeteria in the hallway in that time between when I was done eating and when classes started up again. I turned away from the door for a second and suddenly I head this amazingly loud CRACK. When I turned around I saw that someone had thrown one of the cafeteria doors wide open from the inside without looking (they were those wooden ones with the big glass panels, the ones with the little lines in the glass, I guess for reinforcement) and someone in the hall had the bad timing of walking right into it.
The damn glass had massive spiderweb cracks in it afterward, and the poor sap that slammed into it was on the floor reeling.
Way back in elementary a kid in the cafeteria drink his milk carton, folded it up tightly and stomped it by the garbage cans. It sounded like a gunshot and I have never in my life heard a room full of that many children go immediately silent all at once.
That pudding was caked on the wall the rest of the year
Me too!
What was even funnier is that next year apparently everyone secretly remembered the incident because Godzilla got a very important ten or eleven votes, while Godzuki got one as well.