The AH as a School Room

[Colleen Thomas]

You really need someone to type for you - a serious lass to type your stories and then paddle your butt.

Um, just a thought. Where were we?

I could so live with that

 

[Guest]

I could so live with that

 

[CharleyH]

Charley: No, I'm 20.

The Earl

Hm. Well, as long as I don't have to drive you to high school. LOL, how embarrassing is that!

(ok stop (me) posting to Zoot's thread!

As for Colly? B-day? We all need to invest in a spell checker for you!

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Hm. Well, as long as I don't have to drive you to high school. LOL, how embarrassing is that!

(ok stop (me) posting to Zoot's thread!

As for Colly? B-day? We all need to invest in a spell checker for you!

Just past :0

As for a spell checker, i have one. it just demands union scale and weekends off

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Hm. Well, as long as I don't have to drive you to high school. LOL, how embarrassing is that!

LMAO!

It's good to have standards, C.

~lucky

 

[CharleyH]

No, no SSS . . . she needs someone to spank her into correction.

 

[rgraham666]

I'll pass. I hated school.

Between getting my head bounced of lockers by the jocks and being either completely or made to know what an asshole I was by my teachers, I think I would have had more fun growing up in The Congo

I hated school.

 

[CharleyH]

LMAO!

It's good to have standards, C.

~lucky

LOL well, you know the story Good to see you! Love Vella's AV photos of you

 

[Guest]

I was so shy that even through h.s. my teachers were concerned about my homelife (abuse) or intellect (retarded). From my homework and tests they knew I wasn't mentally retarded, and only one really cared whether I was being abused (I was, emotionally, not physically). I only ever had one or two close friends, never part of any clique, never popular or well known, never asked on a date or even to dance, etc. Also, I was Mexican among a majority of whites with a few blacks usually, and lived in a housing project, so an outsider all round. Btw, I went to Catholic schools on scholarship (for need) so I was surrounded by a white, middleclass mentality.

Here? I've heard such a variety of opinions but only a couple matter.

Perdita

edit to add: Just recalled that in middle-school my two best friends were the one Jewish girl at a Catholic school (her parents knew she'd get a better education there) and an Italian girl with especially dark skin.

 

[English Lady]

At school I was geeky, frieendly help with homework/lend you a pen/sharing her sweeties girly. I had a group of mates and Iwas generally liked by all, sometimes picked on for being an outspoken christian and "fat" but not ot any great soul destroying extent.

I think i'd be similar now, maybe with more flirting thrown in. I seem to think i'd end up doomed to fancying boys from afar as I did back then to.

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

I hated school. I mouthed off to the teachers, almost punched my principal in the face, cussed at the counselors, smoked pot and cigarettes, never did homework, and never saw the point of school. The cops had to come to school one time and talk to me about my behavior and attitude. I told them to go fuck themselves. I'm with RG. I hated school. When they ask me to go back for the reunion, I'll go back just so I can laugh in everyone's faces.

Here on the AH? Who knows.

 

[CharleyH]

I was so shy that even through h.s. my teachers were concerned about my ... or intellect (retarded). From my homework and tests they knew I wasn't mentally retarded

LOL - I am sorry P, but that is FUNNY! (not the bad parts, just the wording, sorry for the rest) I cannot, cannot imagine anyone thinking this (quoted portion, maybe that is why I laugh) of you! You are infinately a knowledge sponge and a wonderfully beautiful one at that. I love nerds into sex. Why do you think I am here :|

(aside - hope trip was exceptional and welcome back).

I am trying to pry self away from this thread, but it is too damn interesting to me. Thanks Dr.M - put up with me!

 

[Guest]

Charlus, the trip was truly exceptional (I've been reporting comments and pics on the original Yorkshire thread). Yeah, I didn't begin to accept that I was intelligent until one particular college professor told me so. You can laugh at anything I write. P.

 

[CharleyH]

Charlus, the trip was truly exceptional (I've been reporting comments and pics on the original Yorkshire thread). Yeah, I didn't begin to accept that I was intelligent until one particular college professor told me so. You can laugh at anything I write. P.

And point taken . . .hence the problem with the school system in N.A. The brightest are among the worst of students in the eyes of convention, no?

Back to fun stuff

 

[scheherazade_79]

At school I worked hard and played hard. I always made damn sure I had the highest marks in the class, but when I let my hair down I really did it with style. Somehow, I managed to get away with everything. I used to skip lessons I didn't like (sport, woodwork, science, maths) and just play the piano in the school hall instead; I smoked from the age of 13; I was always the person who smuggled alcohol on school trips and absconded for a few hours to do more interesting things (without being caught)...

OK... so I did get caught once or twice, but I never EVER got into trouble - mainly because I could (and still can) be very charming when I want to.

If I went back to school now... I don't think I'd be any different. I'd still be competitive (especially if the competition happens to be male - I can't stand being beaten by guys) and I'd still be doing wild, crazy and daring things - hopefully without getting into trouble!

Actually, I wouldn't mind going back to school! It was good fun!

 

[domjoe]

I was a mathematical wiz, and poor at most other subjects. I adored my maths teacher. He was a straight-talking Mancunian with permanent chalk marks on his corduroy jacket. I had a reputation for being a weirdo, a bit like that guy in "Diner" who walked around quoting every single line from "The Sweet Smell of Success".

 

[carsonshepherd]

I was the tragically uncool younger sib of my enormously popular older brother. A nerd whom no one liked. Finally I grew to see being uncool as a badge of honor, and my friends and I (hi Scarlett) were most definitely "too cool". I was the one who knew all the answers in class, but was so bored, I barely got a C average. I was smarter than most of the teachers, when I bothered to show up. The other kids all laughed at the way I dressed and the music I liked but secretly thought I was cool.

In the AH? Probably the loudmouthed but lovable punk.

 

[Guest]

I was the tragically uncool younger sib of my enormously popular older brother. A nerd whom no one liked. Finally I grew to see being uncool as a badge of honor, and my friends and I (hi Scarlett) were most definitely "too cool". I was the one who knew all the answers in class, but was so bored, I barely got a C average. I was smarter than most of the teachers, when I bothered to show up. The other kids all laughed at the way I dressed and the music I liked but secretly thought I was cool.

In the AH? Probably the loudmouthed but lovable punk.

normally, i dont follow cliques, but carson...baby, id follow you!
its because you are tragically hip.

 

[shereads]

Oh god. Argh...

I was fairly outgoing until age 10-11 when my dad left the Air Force and we moved to a tiny little Southern town so different from anything I had known that it was like landing on another planet. In military schools, every kid is the new kid. At my new school, being new was not normal.

I was the only kid in school who hadn't grown up in the town. They had all gone to kindergarten together. Their older sisters and brothers had grown up together. It was my first racially segregated school, too, so I was the only person there who had sufficient experience of other races that I didn't use the "n" word. I was accused of being a liberal, but a different term was used: "n" word-lover.

It sucked. But that was before it got bad.

First week in school, I was branded as the teacher's pet when the old bat made me get up in front of the class and demonstrate "new math," then rambled on about how much they all could learn from me. If I had allowed myself to inwardly mutter the word, "fuck" at any point in my childhood, that would have been the first time. My knowledge of the mysterious new math was the least of it, the teacher advised. I had traveled! I had excellent manners!

Even I resented me by the time she was done. But she wasn't exactly done. A couple of months into my sentence, we had to write a poem as an assignment and she made me read my #$@# poem in front of the class. It was modeled on Joyce Kilmore. 'Nuff said.

So I became one of those quiet kids who tries to participate in class enough to keep my grades up but not enough to draw anyone's attention. I plunged into shyness. I imagine I probably walked with my books clutched in front of me like a shield, and my eyes down, and my shoulders slumped so I could blend in with the floor if necessary.

I was never so grateful for anything as for the fresh start at college. Once again, I was in a place where everybody was the new kid.

I made friends who are still my friends, even if we see each other only once every two or three years. Strangely enough, some of them were girls I'd gone to school with in Hellsville. We had barely acknowledged each other back then, but as freshmen we huddled together and shared our bewilderment, drank ourselves into a stupor together, consumed the Penthouse Letters and Cosmopolitan's sex surveys, stayed up all night talking about sex (even the few of us who knew less than nothing pretended to know; we had read Cosmo). We were all in awe of the girl on our floor who was proudly promiscuous and owned a vibrator and had slept with two celebrities!

I resisted smoking pot for a while, but once I got over that good-girl barrier I inhaled like a champion.

I kept my grades up the slacker way: by signing up for twice as many classes as I needed each semester, and dropping the ones that were hard.

College was my second chance to be the smart-ass who sits in the back and passes notes and stays stoned and gets away with it.

Life was good.

 

[carsonshepherd]

normally, i dont follow cliques, but carson...baby, id follow you!
its because you are tragically hip.

I was (and am) tragically UNHIP. The best way to be. Once I stopped caring what people thought about me, my life has been a blast.

 

[CharleyH]

I was a mathematical wiz, and poor at most other subjects. I adored my maths teacher. He was a straight-talking Mancunian with permanent chalk marks on his corduroy jacket. I had a reputation for being a weirdo, a bit like that guy in "Diner" who walked around quoting every single line from "The Sweet Smell of Success".

And ARE you 21?

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

And ARE you 21?

If you asked me this question I'd simply look at you funny.

 

[CharleyH]

If you asked me this question I'd simply look at you funny.

Enh, you'd say yes and get on you knees

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

Enh, you'd say yes and get on you knees

Get outta my head!

 

[thebullet]

shereads wrote:
I kept my grades up the slacker way: by signing up for twice as many classes as I needed each semester, and dropping the ones that were hard.

College was my second change to be the smart-ass who sits in the back and passes notes and stays stoned and gets away with it.

Life was good.

Shereads, you remain my hero. Your posts invariably entertain while educating. (I'm still laughing about a circle of jerks).


When I was in college I took whatever shortcuts I could to survive (outside of my major).

I had a World Lit course where I showed up the first day and turned in my IBM card. The prof let us leave when the cards were turned in. I next showed up for my mid-term, picked up my test and went back to my apartment to take it (we were on the honor system). I next appeared for finals, picked up the test, went home, drank a six pack of beer, and took the test.

I never read the books. I didn't know the names of the fucking books. I still bullshitted my way to an A for the semester and I spent literally about 15 total minutes in class the entire time.

Well, geez, I was busy with other stuff, parties and the like.

(I always said, give me one of those Blue Books and I'll fill those pages with educated sounding bullshit).