Best/ Worst memories of school

[soh]

I'm going to home school my kids

I work @ a public school.  I think you're idea is 

I went to a small private grade school.  Got to play C64 games during study halls.  Played pacman every day in 8th grade @ the end of the day.    Was the class champ until the last day of school when someone defeated me by 10 points.  Got to play Wolf3D in computer class (QBasic programming) when the work was done. 

Well might as well get them out of the classroom since some kid around them is going to deprive them of their education.

Ha! I had a similar schedule like that in my English class. My 10th grade English class was located in the Computer Academy. I would play Emulators all the time. I even played Quake 2 here and there. If I knew about Tastyspleen back then, I would have been on the servers. The teacher didn't even care She was just not meant to be a teacher

Yeah.

Di-...di...dick.... and...juh...juh...jay... jane.

DICK AND JANE ARE GETTING FUCKING OLD WAITING ON YOU TO PRONOUNCE THEIR FUCKING NAMES, DUMBASS!!!

ROFL

Well I have to admit, I started reading at age 7 around May 1997. Right before second grade finished. But once I learned in that semester, well I just didn't stop. By the time 3rd grade rolled around I was already reading too well. I once got pissed off in my 3rd grade class, there was only 3 of us that knew how to read. I once yelled at a kid out of frustration

Who the fuck doesn't know how to pronounce EXIT

 I like how Paul Barman describes a kids experience in high school

A Very Sad Story 

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Public school can suck my dick.

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[soh]

[Th0m@s29]

School is the perfect way to Mentally Mind fuck a child fubar!

[soh]

School is the perfect way to Mentally Mind fuck a child fubar!

Sometimes it literally happnens

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sophomore year drunk as hell with open containers, my accomplice and I took a little cut in between the auditorium and the rest of the school, and through a breezeway...... my truck barely fit. This leads to the main b-ball gym and the backside of the football field. This weekend the janitors had not locked the back gate. We drove out onto the football field and I started doing donuts all over the damn place.. beer was spilling from the cupholders. After a few minutes and a car or two driving out on the main highway we felt we had pushed out luck enough, and I began to cruise back to the far end of the field. Then something caught my eye: this long section of fence feet from the front gate that was bent at a 45 degree angle. I contemplated this for a few seconds, then decided that it was a good idea. So I mowed over the fence, the operation went as smoothly as I hoped.. the front gate was torn from it's original spot and only received one big gash in the body of my truck.

senior year of HS I was called to the office. The principal is sitting calmly in the chair and asks me to sit down. He discusses a few random things, congratulated me on getting accepted into the college he went to stating I'm the only one to do so coming from this school since he has been there, and also said I played a good Soccer game or something. He then says "Ok, so I'm sure you know why I've called you here this morning".. I was like No..... I don't. He replied in a disbelieving tone and said Oh come on, and threw an inch thick stack of papers on the desk and says something like "As I'm sure you very well know, someone has been impersonating teachers through our e-mail accounts and our technology teacher has helped me pin exactly who is doing it all" At this point I'm thinking Oh shit, shit shit shit shit shit......... He pushed the stack over and on top was a message from the principal himself to the aforementioned tech. coordinator. It said something on the lines of "Hello Leeanne, Could you please come to my office and tongue my butthole. I will be naked on my desk when you enter, do not touch my weiner, only anal penetration. Just not chalk this time I dont want to shit rainbows again"......The principal was disgusted, he said he couldn't believe someone of my caliber would ever say things so nasty and grotesque. All I could think about is I hope we don't go through this whole damn stack. The next one talked about the principal bending over the librarian, a guy, and having gay sex with him. It was an unpleasant sitting there, but since I was such a star pupil all I was sentenced was community service. More specifically it had to be something for the school, and I had to write a paper about what I was going to do then submit it in a week. I turned in the paper, but never did the service.

In 8th grade I was accused for spitting under a mousepad, by the same exact tech. teacher. She took me out of class.. She got me cleaning supplies and tried to forcefully make me clean up the mucus mess. I refused, went out of the class room, up some stairs then was stopped by a teacher that brought me into the middle school teaching lounge. They wouldn't even listen to my story, all of them kept telling me how nasty it was to have done this, and how disappointed they are in me. The whole time I kept saying that I didn't do it, which was the truth. At this point I get physically dragged back down to the computer lab and break free from the guy at the door. I lose it and start crying half-way, said they are all the stupidest teachers I have ever met and that I was going home. The principal tried to stop me out of the door and all I said was that I am going to tell my mom and dad(my mom happens to be the craziest lady in the community, so obviously he knew he was 30 minutes away from some crazy bitch coming in  and raising holy hell then taking it to the school board). He followed me I kept saying no, leave me alone. Even all the way outside school boundaries... then a Mexican pulled over and picked me up, and everyone had to deal with mommy's wrath. One guy resigned.

maybe i'll post a few more