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Post by KaTune on Aug 4, 2016 11:43:24 GMT
Duck....duck..duuuck...duck....duccckk
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Post by KaTune on Aug 4, 2016 11:43:59 GMT
Goose @haircare
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 20:30:36 GMT
Right so, remind me of the mostly highly anxiety ridden game there is out there for children KaTune hahahaa although I did catch the "duck" once in my later years. No one else? "Footy". I saw it again! What is this "footy"? Ok, I am really hating my post right now. Id wipe it, but whats the point. Yall already saw it! There HAS to be good school memories! I know there are!
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Post by KaTune on Aug 4, 2016 21:09:37 GMT
Yeah that and dodge ball! I imagine the P.E. teachers came up with that one as they were fed up dealing with crazy kids and their tireless shenanigans so devised a way to punish them with a violent game of ball... good one teach!
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Post by jxbx on Aug 4, 2016 21:16:24 GMT
Sixth grade camp is where all the kids in the 6th grade get to go to the mountains for a week. The school and camp were really strict about their NO CANDY policy. Parents were allowed to visit mid-week and my mom shows up with a pillow case of candy!!! "Some rules are meant to be tested!" she said.
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Post by james on Aug 4, 2016 21:51:07 GMT
Prelude to the sneaked in brandy in the old peoples home in 40 years.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 22:15:22 GMT
Hmm tsk tsk! Nah, I think the candy thing is super sweet! Omg, no pun intended! Kat, I think dodgeball is now banned here because it gets so violent/and or people are just wusses now. but seriously, isn't it banned in US? anyway, well the pics didn't really add to any school memories...or wait, ok, maybe one or two. next time perhaps?
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Post by KaTune on Aug 5, 2016 18:50:40 GMT
Elementary school...hmmm.... I mostly remember recess. We had a class of 30 and only 4 swings so when the time came we all shot out the doors like canons to be the first ones there. The days it rained sucked so hard. I imagine if Nirvana were around back then, this woulda been playin in ma head. Oh and our playground and monkey bars were over gravel so kids were getting scrapes left and right. (What about some grass people) Every day a new injury. In 5th grade we had salamanders, snakes and bunnies (I liked the salamanders and snakes). Oh and every year the Reptile Man and his wife would come and show off his collection of lizards and snakes. The gran finale was a huge ass python that only 15 6th graders got to come on stage and handle. I was one of the lucky few ( and only girl)! Yay me That sucker was massive! The following year sadly the poor man passed away... I felt so bad for those kids that didn't get to touch the snake. Oh and for his wife too of course
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Post by KaTune on Aug 5, 2016 19:04:31 GMT
6th grade graduation my sister who was 7 years older than me did my hair and makeup 80's Big hair band style. I looked like a kid prostitute in those pics, hehe. And I got an award for Best Thespian, but I thought they said lesbian and was so embarrassed that I was practically pushed on stage to get it. I wouldn't even look at it..so it wasn't until the ride home my parents told me what it was. Loved math races on the chalk board.
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Post by james on Aug 5, 2016 22:04:30 GMT
Oh just remembered this. Sort of from school. About age 7. I had a friend with a mini motor bike and he let me have a go in a field without me knowing how anything works. So I knew the break was by my foot but didn't know my grip on the handlebar accelerated faster. So the more out of control and scared I got the faster I went gripping it. I remember horses running out of my way and trying to turn just before I hit a barb wire fence. So at school the next day I had a massive slice down my face from forehead to chin and we went on a day trip and I just remember the horrified looks of passers by at me. Apparently if I hadn't turned at the last minute there was a good chance I'd have cut my head off. Also luck I didn't scar noticeably but I had a fun scab the length of my face.
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Post by KaTune on Aug 5, 2016 22:50:18 GMT
Highschool... I was a cheerleader from 1st grade to 11th grade. Not because it was the thing to do, but because I loved gymnastics and loved to encourage people. I wasn't involved in cliques. I loved all people without too much bias (except for cheerleaders as they were evil lil bitches always talking shit behind each other's backs and I didn't dig drama). I was a major procrastinator. Woke up 10 minutes before school, always showed up late with my hair dripping wet and never did makeup and still don't. My best friends were the artist and musicians thoughI loved everyone and tried extra hard to make those who felt like outcast not feel so lonely. My Junior year I stopped caring and actually made a few teachers cry through not fault of my own. The first teacher who freaked out on me was my math teacher. She was just awful at actually teaching us and then would give us hell for not making good marks on our test... one day I simply said "I thought teachers are here to encourage and support learning, not put us down" ( when I was thinking, if you were worth a shit, maybe people would learn in here, but kept that to myself). Instantly sent to the principals office and was kicked outta that class the end of the semester and transfered to "business math" which was a complete joke. 1 × 1 stuff. I was actually one of the rare students in the class I was kicked out of making good marks...ugh. Then my senior year I was all excited about Marine Biology, but that class was a complete joke... the teacher gave us coloring books of fish... I mean a senior trying to prepare for high learning coloring fish??? so I raised my hand one day and just asked "how is this preparing us for college, it seems quite juvenile"... I coulda said much worse but held my tongue. Well she lost her shit, cried and also send me to the principal, but ending up forgiving me so I got to stay in the coloring book class. Though most people in class glared at me when we had to Crack an actual book. Sorry if I ruined you easy time, really, but I do enjoy learning...
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Post by james on Aug 5, 2016 23:25:15 GMT
Cool.
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Post by heidij4 on Aug 6, 2016 22:15:26 GMT
I have so many memories,I love to pull pranks.It was my senior year of high school and my last day I pulled a prank on the principal.The principal,we did get along and found out she was heavily scared of spiders and hated them.I went to the store and bought a fake rubber spider and put it in her car,always kept her car unlocked.Walked to her car and freaked right out.My friends Allie and Mandy were with me when we watched her do it laughing.She looked at me and said in my office now.I had the oh crap look on my face knowing I was in trouble and let me off knowing it was my last day.It was after school when it happened,which will be 20 years next year.I did confess to her it was only me,Allie and Mandy were not involved in it
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Post by jxbx on Aug 8, 2016 19:22:38 GMT
In high school, I got busted for being "off campus" when I went to my car in the parking lot to get something. Another time, I got busted for smoking "on campus" while in the same parking lot. At the time, I was in the high school newspaper and wrote an article about how the parking lot was considered "off campus" for one offense and "on campus" for another. The principal didn't like it and I was threatened with disciplinary action. The next article was on questioning authority. I would have loved to continue the theme but those were my last two articles.
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Post by Dreadlocktruth on Aug 8, 2016 19:26:44 GMT
Haha that's a great story to have. heidij4 I'm so glad that take only involved a fake spider, I was worried when I started reading it ha
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