I sure as hell was!Every member of this forum was cool and smart in high school. Incredible.
This one I accept. Do I get to keep all 9 inches?You also forgot to mention the 400lbs bench press, supermodel girlfriend and 9inch dick.
I have so much gangster street cred.Seriously, it's All the straight A's, All the touchdowns, All the pussy, All the gangsta street cred..... motherfuckers here acting like "I did a 5 year stint in Rikers for stabbing that bitch in the neck, but I got out early because I aced my AP Calculus exam and got a 1490 on my SAT's"
Well this no one doubts.... You actually may be the one person with street cred and straight A's in hereI have so much gangster street cred.
No. I didn’t do homework. Can’t have straight As without homework. Sadly.Well this no one doubts.... You actually may be the one person with street cred and straight A's in here
Homework is for idiots. You know when you are a grown up and you apply for a job, can you guess how many chocolate frosted fucks they give about how you did at high school??No. I didn’t do homework. Can’t have straight As without homework. Sadly.
My 3 yo was crying about not getting her way and it not being fair.I agree wholeheartedly with this, I blame parents for the behavior of their children. Parents coddle their kids to the point of not allowing their kids to fail and learn on their own.... I understand wanting to give your kids the best possible life, or even the opportunities that you didn't have, but let your kids fail and take some lumps in life .. builds character
I remember being shamed by a teacher when I think I was maybe 8. He asked the class a question. Nobody raised a hand. Dummies. Then he got mad and points at me and asks me the question. I told him cows make milk or whatever the fuck he asked. He asked why I didn't raise my hand and I said I couldn't be botheredMy 3 yo was crying about not getting her way and it not being fair.
My 5 yo told "Life isn't fair, <name>. And the world is mean."
Sturgill Simpson lyrics, but 100% my dad and grandpa.
I had a 4th grade teacher who hated me for being dramatically more quick-witted than her. I'm not being boastful, it was just the situation.
She had these little 3" 'Garfield' notebooks prepared to show my parents at conference that were FULL of literally everything I did for a quarter, written in red ink. "2:17 - Turned around and talked to Mac after being told not to. 2:33 - talked after being told to be quiet"...craziness.
I'd told my dad that she was out to get me in trouble, and was out of her head.
"There's gonna be people like that over you in your life. You're just gonna have to figure out how to get through it."
I got my first C when I was in 6th grade, my mom made me take it and show it to my Grandpa.
He looked at it, looked me in the eye and said "The world needs ditch-diggers, too." and handed it back.
You should have asked him how many RAMs his phone had?I remember being shamed by a teacher when I think I was maybe 8. He asked the class a question. Nobody raised a hand. Dummies. Then he got mad and points at me and asks me the question. I told him cows make milk or whatever the fuck he asked. He asked why I didn't raise my hand and I said I couldn't be bothered
He went on a tirade about why it's attitudes like mine that make his job pointless and if we aren't interested why should he be etc.
Was only 7-8 years old.
That fucken idiot wouldn't have even known. Tbh tho that guy was pretty cool in the end. It was in his class we had the spelling bee. He had to make another tier for me and this one other chick (who I should look up, not seen her a couple years) as we were beasts at it. Also the school had no funding pretty much so the teachers used to bring in thier own stuff to keep us Interested. I remember one day he showed up with some disarmed rifles and a hand grenade that was now a piggy bank.You should have asked him how many RAMs his phone had?
I hope he gave you a proper rearing.I remember being shamed by a teacher when I think I was maybe 8. He asked the class a question. Nobody raised a hand. Dummies. Then he got mad and points at me and asks me the question. I told him cows make milk or whatever the fuck he asked. He asked why I didn't raise my hand and I said I couldn't be bothered
He went on a tirade about why it's attitudes like mine that make his job pointless and if we aren't interested why should he be etc.
Was only 7-8 years old.
You're completely ignoring society's role in how people grow up.The people who you speak of, the ones who got beat up for being the weird kid, are the generation who are now raising children.
So... the Utopian hardass society that people seem to yearn for nowadays literally created the parenting that those people now lament.
People love to complain about how today's kids aren't raised the way they were.... but they fail to realize that it's their own generation's fault that things changed.
"Today's kids just aren't what they used to be." - The incompetent assholes who raise today's kids.
He was very mad. Like I said he figured me out eventually and I responded with that spelling bee shit where I never relented. My next teacher was very different and I imagine it's because he had been pre warned.I hope he gave you a proper rearing.
Are you sure it’s not like three chocolate frosted fucks? Like. It could be three. I have a feeling.Homework is for idiots. You know when you are a grown up and you apply for a job, can you guess how many chocolate frosted fucks they give about how you did at high school??
Nope
It's none
Are you sure it’s not like three chocolate frosted fucks? Like. It could be three. I have a feeling.
I did, I was in pre-law in high school, so I’m pretty close to being a lawyer, even though I didn’t do my homework. You said none. So. You’re still wrong.
It's always been two. Check my post history with a fucken lawyer present
I did, I was in pre-law in high school, so I’m pretty close to being a lawyer, even though I didn’t do my homework. You said none. So. You’re still wrong.
You know what. What’s the teacher’s name? I’m gonna tell him you’re still picking on people.
Mike HuntYou know what. What’s the teacher’s name? I’m gonna tell him you’re still picking on people.
It was @Miesha's Taint back when he still had hairYou know what. What’s the teacher’s name? I’m gonna tell him you’re still picking on people.
That wasn’t that long ago.It was @Miesha's Taint back when he still had hair
Who do I believe? Too many answers.Mike Hunt