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Kicked through a window. Released the gerbils. A few teenage fights. Skipped school. (We called it 'dogging it'...a term that has very different connotations now). Smacked a bully in the mouth - he didn't bully anyone after that (it does work). I'm sure there is other stuff but, you know, I don't want the Feds coming knocking.
 
I placed a thumbtack in a teacher's seat in the first grade. I thought it would be funny like in the cartoons... Fortunately she saw it, I got in trouble but I didn't hurt her at least. Besides that I used to insult a girl that liked me... we all did cus she started to cry easily. Later on we left her alone and she adapted. I guess it annoyed me that she went to the same school as me all of the sudden on the 2nd grade.

Besides those incidents, and a few punches later on... I was ok I guess. I was way worse at kindergarten. That poor little girl I insulted... I had hit her a few times. And the other kids too. Even pushed out a kid from a slide one time...
 
^I'm so glad that didn't happen to me. Well, one did try to threaten me with a chair once. :p
 
I was terrible in school. Rebel without a cause. I got suspended four times, should've been expelled. Some of the stuff I did was utterly cringeworthy looking back.
 
Christ on a unicycle, where do I start?...:D I didn't really start acting up until 4th grade or so. I was often bullied because I was the smallest kid in class & because I wasn't socially skilled. But once I started...I wasn't a juvenile delinquent exactly...no selling drugs or starting fights, etc. It was a case of the teachers trying to keep control & my being instinctively an individualist. Naturally there would be conflict. It didn't help that with the sole exceptions of mathematics & Spanish, I usually did well in my studies--so well that they did not challenge me & I got bored. Never let a rebellious, fairly intelligent lad get bored. :p My two greatest feats were smearing slime all over the keyboard of one of the school computers, & swiping the principal's personal pen out of his office.

The pb&j sandwich smeared inside a bitchy English teacher's purse was nicely done also, if I do say so myself.
 
CM Vader said:
I was terrible in school. Rebel without a cause. I got suspended four times, should've been expelled. Some of the stuff I did was utterly cringeworthy looking back.

Some of the stuff I did.

Set fire on books.
Usually sent out of my classes, had my "special" room for Geography.
Bullied the quiet lads.
Kicked out of French GCSE altogether.
Swore at teachers, made it hard for them to teach my class.
My English teacher didn't want me in the class for a long time as she was "intimidated" by me. I hated her tbf.

Threw a text book out of a 2nd floor window. This was a BIG text book. Could've killed someone looking back at it. One of the teachers came up going mental asking who done it. I kept quiet. No one knew about it haha.

Set the fire alarm off at the sports hall. This was bad as there was a funeral wake/reception at the building at the time. But I didn't know about this until the next day. I confessed about there was CCTV footage of me walking out of the building. I felt guilty.

Usual fights.

Printing porn off and sending it to a classroom while there was a class on.

Binning my mates coursework on purpose for some unknown reason. This was about three months worth of coursework. I never told anyone about this until years later. I don't know why I did it. I was a hateful guy in school.

I was a horror. There are loads of other stories too.
 
I did bring a folder of porn, and started passing it around. All the guys liked it, the girls didn't.

Then it got back to the teacher, and I got "a call to the office." LOL.
 
I remember scrawling "SLAYER" in big red permanent marker on my locker door. I thought it was perfectly reasonable, but seeing as my school had zero tolerance to graffiti the teacher standing directly behind me watching wasn't exactly pleased. Needless to say I was nearly thrown out.
 
Kira said:
I remember scrawling "SLAYER" in big red permanent marker on my locker door. I thought it was perfectly reasonable, but seeing as my school had zero tolerance to graffiti the teacher standing directly behind me watching wasn't exactly pleased. Needless to say I was nearly thrown out.

But you gained bonus points from the Metal Gods :p
 
Yeah. The second-to-last time I went out for Japanese food, it was with my mother. We were at one of those places where the cook makes your order at your table. I'd gone to the bathroom & then returned to see my mother leaning on one of the waitresses...but she wasn't drunk. It was a mini-stroke. We got her outside to get some air, & she did not want to go to the hospital. She was determined to get home & you can't take someone to the emergency room against her will, as long as she is awake & coherent. If any of this sounds callous or unsympathetic, then you haven't had to deal with someone like my mother for years on end.

We never had that dinner.

That was a few years back. In late 2011 I went to a Japanese restaurant...the food was fine, but it brought back that irritating memory. No thanks. You can keep the tempura.



WildernessWildChild said:
When Kid was born (her and Mom had to stay in the hospital a few days) my mother shows up to "help". I'd stopped at the house after work to change on my way to the hospital and mother had dinner waiting. I sat down and started eating the delicious smelling chicken in front of me but as I started chewing I noticed the texture of bubble gum. I'm thinking "oh hell, it's not cooked" and casually managed to spit the chicken out as I "wiped" my lips with a napkin. I didn't know what to say as she'd made a big deal about making it special for me- she left the room for a minute and I quickly cut open the rest of it, saw it was basically raw, threw it in the bottom of the garbage can, and rinsed my mouth out with tequila (spit out the first mouthful, drank the second to...ummm...calm my nerves ;)) When she came back she offered me seconds but I told her I was full and wanted to see Kid n' her Mom so I left.

I got to the hospital and the first words out of my mouth were "Hon, you have to come home, my mothers trying to kill me..."- my ex laughed her ass off (painfully, she'd had emergency surgery due to complications) as I described the lukewarm texture of "bubblegum chicken" and my fear of going back to the house.

It took me many months to eat chicken again and my ex got a lot of miles out of teasing me about "bubblegum chicken" and my mothers cooking in general (have you ever seen grey lasagna? I grew up with it and was shocked to discover no one else in the world made it look- and taste, grey).

Oh happy memories of my childhood *shudder*.....

*lol* That's classic. Yes indeed, it takes a special kind of talent to really screw up in cooking. Have you ever read anything by Jim Thompson? He wrote "southern noir"...psychological thrillers. A talented man. One book, Bad Boy, is Thompson's autobiography. His mother couldn't cook, either.
 
yes at the Open golf in birkdale 1998. Fish and chips. I was ill for weeks !
 
I guess this isn't that bad but my boyfriend and I went to Shrewsbury for the night last week. We had cheesecake for desert in the hotel. It tasted like sick. It must have been off or something. We then did the most polite and apologetic complaining ever! It wasn't a great meal all round really.

Red bull keeps making me throw up too! :rolleyes:
 
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