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Post by brendanjd on Apr 16, 2009 14:56:25 GMT -5
Post the best and worst times you've had in the educational system, religious or not.
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Post by The Lazy One on Apr 16, 2009 15:01:49 GMT -5
Heh, the stories I could tell you...
I'll post some. Which do you want to hear?
Embedded Link Attack
The Dog Really Did Eat My Homework
Mass Chicken Dance
HAWT BOD!
Flash Drive of TERROR
Mrs. X Learns About The Internet
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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Apr 16, 2009 15:30:50 GMT -5
Didn't actually happen in school but I was leaving school when I jumped in on someone's car.
Myself and two other people were walking home after school, and I saw someone I knew turning the corner and coming in our direction. Being the dumbass I am I ran into the street, the car stopped and I jumped on the hood and windshield. I rolled off the hood laughing my ass off when the guy who was driving the cars sister leaned out the window and yelled "What the fuck is your problem?!" The next day it turns out I cracked the windshield and dented the hood. The crack was visible cause it's roughly an inch or two from the bottom and goes from one side to the other. Can barely see the dent cause it blends in with all the others.
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Post by Thejebusfire on Apr 16, 2009 18:25:26 GMT -5
My freshman year was actually pretty good. But most of my high school days were pretty depressing since most of my friends were upperclassmen and graduated two years before me.  This wasn't in High School, but one time me and my best friend were acting stupid and dancing out in the Taco Bell parking lot. This one guy drives by in a black truck and yells "SHAKE IT BABY!! SHAKE IT!!" at my friend. It was hillarious. |
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Post by The Lazy One on Apr 16, 2009 18:30:14 GMT -5
The Dog Really Did Eat My Homework:
So my freshman year of high school I was babysitting a little girl and her family had a very rambunctious puppy. It was right before exam week, and I was working on a packet of worksheets for history class. Well, the phone rings, I leave my packet sitting there to go answer it. It was the parents of the child I was watching, telling me they were going to be late due to the meeting running overtime. I go back to finish working on my homework, except there's one problem. No more homework. I spent a lot of time looking for it until the girl says, "Miz Lazy, isn't that your work?" The dog was eating it. Not just chewing it up and slobbering on it- that crazy critter actually ate my homework.
Now it doesn't help that I am scared of dogs, otherwise I would have gone and try to get it back. But because I was scared of dogs, I had my employers write a letter to my teacher explaining what happened to my homework. The teacher looked at me and said, "Like I've never heard that one before."
Kind of a sad story...
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Post by Sandafluffoid on Apr 16, 2009 18:37:08 GMT -5
The Dog Really Did Eat My Homework: So my freshman year of high school I was babysitting a little girl and her family had a very rambunctious puppy. It was right before exam week, and I was working on a packet of worksheets for history class. Well, the phone rings, I leave my packet sitting there to go answer it. It was the parents of the child I was watching, telling me they were going to be late due to the meeting running overtime. I go back to finish working on my homework, except there's one problem. No more homework. I spent a lot of time looking for it until the girl says, "Miz Lazy, isn't that your work?" The dog was eating it. Not just chewing it up and slobbering on it- that crazy critter actually ate my homework. Now it doesn't help that I am scared of dogs, otherwise I would have gone and try to get it back. But because I was scared of dogs, I had my employers write a letter to my teacher explaining what happened to my homework. The teacher looked at me and said, "Like I've never heard that one before." Kind of a sad story... Wait, she HAD heard that one before? I thought no one ever said that because everyone had heard it before so no one had heard it before... |
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Post by The Lazy One on Apr 16, 2009 18:38:43 GMT -5
The Dog Really Did Eat My Homework: So my freshman year of high school I was babysitting a little girl and her family had a very rambunctious puppy. It was right before exam week, and I was working on a packet of worksheets for history class. Well, the phone rings, I leave my packet sitting there to go answer it. It was the parents of the child I was watching, telling me they were going to be late due to the meeting running overtime. I go back to finish working on my homework, except there's one problem. No more homework. I spent a lot of time looking for it until the girl says, "Miz Lazy, isn't that your work?" The dog was eating it. Not just chewing it up and slobbering on it- that crazy critter actually ate my homework. Now it doesn't help that I am scared of dogs, otherwise I would have gone and try to get it back. But because I was scared of dogs, I had my employers write a letter to my teacher explaining what happened to my homework. The teacher looked at me and said, "Like I've never heard that one before." Kind of a sad story... Wait, she HAD heard that one before? I thought no one ever said that because everyone had heard it before so no one had heard it before... Yep. Apparently it happens all the time  |
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Post by lessergnome on Apr 16, 2009 20:15:11 GMT -5
The worst thing that happened to me happened when I was walking to school, and it involved the moron who decided, hey, I want to be a manly man, so how about I train my dog to attack. So what happens? Well you guessed it, I was walking past the guys house, and his dog comes bounding out of his house and latches onto my left hand and starts pulling.
I try kicking the thing but it won't let go. So the guy runs over shouting at me to raise my hands, I raise my right hand and the dog lets go of the left witch I raise as well, and the dog looks at me, whines, and then goes over to the lawn to defecate. As it is still dark outside, and my hand doesn't hurt, I refuse his help, and get out of there.
I get to the school and go into the computer lab to kill the forty five minutes until first period started. I sit next to a buddy and turn to him and say, "You will not believe what happened to me today." To witch he responded, "Jesus Christ gnome, did you put your hand into a fugging blender or something?!!" I look down and my hand is covered in blood. So he takes me down to the nurse, and while she is calling my mom to pick me up, I sit on the counter, witch I get scolded for.
This, and what happened to lazy, are two of the reasons that I hate dogs.
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Post by Jebediah on Apr 16, 2009 20:22:17 GMT -5
I was in gym class. We had to use a hockey stick to get a ball to the other end of the gym and back. I was on my way down, and a kid in the group next to us was on his way back. Both of us were looking down at the ball, and not where we were going, and we ran into each other. My face went right into his shoulder.
I felt an explosion of pain of my face, and then I passed out. I woke up a few seconds later and my nose was completely numb.
I had to go to the nurse, and on the way there I saw a few of my brother's friends who all offered to beat the guy up for me, which I thought was very nice of them.
When I returned from the nurse, I was able to sit out for the rest of class.
I didn't actually break my nose, but it did hurt for a few days.
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Post by Aqualung on Apr 16, 2009 22:38:07 GMT -5
I was on the yearbook my senior year of high school. I hacked into the yearbook's web site--hey, it was a crappy Angelfire page and our teacher was dumb enough to use 'password' as the password--and wiped everything out. ;D
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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Apr 16, 2009 22:49:36 GMT -5
Continued from my last story:
The same day when I found out I cracked the guys windshield. It was after school again and I was talking to a friend of mine while he was unlocking his bike. I saw another friends Explorer so I ran and put one foot on the bumper and my hands on the roof rack thing on top. He was pulling away so I was hopping after him for a few feet till' I jumped on on. I rode on the back of this Explorer for a block with my friend on his bike trailing behind me. We got to a stop sign at the end of the street when I decided to jump off. The SUV was pulling away from the stop sign as I jumped off. I didn't land at all even though the SUV was going less than 10KM. I hit my head on the road, scrapped my right hand to Hell, scrapped both my knees, got a big gash on my left side which is gonna scar over real nice, got road rash on my left elbow which is already scarring over and a few bumps and bruises.
Overall I was more concerned about the dirt in my hair than the fact my hand started to sting when the air got to it. My mom said she'd kill me if I did something like that again and my girlfriend said she'd hurt me as well. Needless to say it was bitching awesome.
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Post by HoJuSimpson on Apr 17, 2009 1:15:32 GMT -5
This was actually a Catholic jr high I went to, but yea. One winter it snowed a lot and school was actually closed from Monday to Thursday (surprising in the DC school system, even private/religious) and then they decided to make us come in. I was pretty pissed about having to go not only when it was nasty outside but at the end of the fucking week. So my mom dropped me off and I saw that the road/sidewalk leading up to my school was completely covered in ice. My mom pulled off before I could complain and as soon as I started trying to make my way up there, I slipped and did a split. Like, seriously - did a cheerleader-esque split right there on the ice, in my mandatory uniform skirt, and I didn't have any stockings to wear. There was only another car pulling up to drop their kids off and my principal around, and he was freaking out about it. I took my ass back home. And the funny part is that the schools ended up getting out early and was closed the next day and all the next week. Fuck you, DCPS. |
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Post by The Lazy One on Apr 17, 2009 4:44:47 GMT -5
Embedded Link Attack
Last year, my history teacher really liked to make PowerPoint presentations to show us the content of the course. We were studying Ancient Greece, and as you probably know, they liked to make statues. Well, because Greek art was covered on the AP exam, we had to learn about it. My teacher made a point of covering certain parts of the statue with little ClipArt. She clicked on the picture to advance the slide, and did not realize that there was an embedded link there. It took us to the site, where there were uncensored statues. Of course, being a bunch of immature sophomores, most of my class was shrieking and yelling, and of course on kid just calmly contemplated the image and said, "It's rather small, isn't it?" Of course, that was the end. The teacher was unable to restore order for the rest of the class period.
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Post by Sandafluffoid on Apr 17, 2009 5:18:24 GMT -5
I could probably make quite a montage of the times I've burst through doors and curtains wearing elaborate costumes as part of the publicity for whichever project the school had decided to take on.
I also remember the time the head of the IT department summoned me to her office, and it eventually turned out she wanted help using one of the programs.
Oh god, and don't let me get started on the insane French assistants...
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Post by chad sexington on Apr 17, 2009 6:50:52 GMT -5
Embedded Link Attack Last year, my history teacher really liked to make PowerPoint presentations to show us the content of the course. We were studying Ancient Greece, and as you probably know, they liked to make statues. Well, because Greek art was covered on the AP exam, we had to learn about it. My teacher made a point of covering certain parts of the statue with little ClipArt. She clicked on the picture to advance the slide, and did not realize that there was an embedded link there. It took us to the site, where there were uncensored statues. Of course, being a bunch of immature sophomores, most of my class was shrieking and yelling, and of course on kid just calmly contemplated the image and said, "It's rather small, isn't it?" Of course, that was the end. The teacher was unable to restore order for the rest of the class period. When I did Classical Studies in high school, one day we were looking at art, and for some reason it included "tripod statues". In a class of 16-year-olds, there wasn't anything more than a round of quiet snickering. (Incidentally, the teacher told me the year after, when he'd tried to repeat that class with the next group they'd had the reaction you described). |
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