The AH as a School Room

[BlackShanglan]

I was the shy, smart kid that tried her damndest to keep from getting called on. I was also the drunk/stoned kid that tried her damndest to keep from getting called on. And, depending, I was the smartass that would spend half the class arguing politics/economics/literature/etc with the teacher that was stupid enough to call on me.

Here? I've no idea.

Still beautifully multi-talented.



I think that here I am mostly what I was in high school - fascinated by the reading, but too clueless to be cool, too impulsive to be quiet, and too lazy to be bothered. But somehow I find the nicest friends anyway ...

Shanglan

 

[nikkijames]

In elementary school, I was the teacher's pet and always sat at the front of the class. When I got into the seventh grade I got my first 'F' and saw school in a whole new way. Tenth and eleventh grades, I went to school every day stoned out of my gourd. I hung with the guys, but didn't do much flirting with them, they saw me as one of them. Senior year, I was just looking forward to being done with school, trying to get through the classes with passing grades was all I cared about.

Now though, I am nobody's pet, haven't touched pot in almost 11 years and I still tend to hang with the guys.

 

[cloudy]

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).

ahhh....another one of the tribe.

I took three quarters of geology - a year of science was required to graduate, no matter what your major was - and I went the first day of class, for the midterm, and for the final (that's all), in all of them, and made A's straight through.

Not all teachers stuck to the syllabus that way, but it sure was nice when they did.

 

[shereads]

I never read the books. I didn't know the names of the fucking books.

Cliffs Notes.



When I realized that everyone's book report was lifted from the same few paragraphs from Cliffs Notes, and that eventually a teacher might catch on, I perfected the art of b.s. that has stood me in good stead in advertising:

I'd read the first, last and a random middle chapter. Then I'd write something so obscure that it could easily be mistaken as the sort of original insight that only an extraordinarily sensitive and thoughtful student could put together.



In later years, when the classes were more advanced and the books less likely to have been Cliffs-Noted, I had a skill I could have sold if I hadn't been so lazy.

It might have been easier to read the books. But that would have done me no good in the corporate world. B.S. rules.

 

[Bridget69]

I was a shy teacher's pet brainiac who was always studying or reading.

 

[SeaCat]

LOLOL I was the outsider. (Hey when you lived in as many places as I did while growing up you were always the outsider.)

High School. I was the insane urban terrorist. I was the one who rode the MotorBike to school, even in the middle of winter. I was the one who walked the halls with a leather coat, long hair, and saddlebags.
I was also the one who made class Valedictorian then skipped Graduation.
I was the sleazy little bastard who sat in the back of the classroom, and had the balls to contradict the teachers when I thought they were wrong, it didn't matter about what.
I was the nutcase who stuffed the seniors in the lockers when they tried to stuff me in a locker.
I was the one who helped the janitor fix the furnace one day when it went out in the middle of the winter, then tossed a bunch of smoldering Sinsemilian into the main air duct. (Everyone had fun that day. )
I was the one who hid the smoke/cherry bomb combo in the girls locker room timed to go off when the Cheerleaders were taking their showers. (It's all a matter of timing.)
I was also the one who got thrown out of Sex-Ed for telling the teacher his daughter didn't do that!
I was the one who could be found playing strip poker with the teachers on field trips, and winning.

here, I would probably be the one who keeps pissing on his shoes trying to be liked.

Cat

 

[Guest]

LOLOL I was the outsider. (Hey when you lived in as many places as I did while growing up you were always the outsider.)

High School. I was the insane urban terrorist. I was the one who rode the MotorBike to school, even in the middle of winter. I was the one who walked the halls with a leather coat, long hair, and saddlebags.
I was also the one who made class Valedictorian then skipped Graduation.
I was the sleazy little bastard who sat in the back of the classroom, and had the balls to contradict the teachers when I thought they were wrong, it didn't matter about what.
I was the nutcase who stuffed the seniors in the lockers when they tried to stuff me in a locker.
I was the one who helped the janitor fix the furnace one day when it went out in the middle of the winter, then tossed a bunch of smoldering Sinsemilian into the main air duct. (Everyone had fun that day. )
I was the one who hid the smoke/cherry bomb combo in the girls locker room timed to go off when the Cheerleaders were taking their showers. (It's all a matter of timing.)
I was also the one who got thrown out of Sex-Ed for telling the teacher his daughter didn't do that!
I was the one who could be found playing strip poker with the teachers on field trips, and winning.

here, I would probably be the one who keeps pissing on his shoes trying to be liked.

Cat

Hun, if you're looking to shine your shoes, maybe you ought to use some polish.

(I like you just fine, pissed on shoes or no.)

 

[carsonshepherd]

Hell, after that post...

I not only like you, I wish I was you!

 

[shereads]

LOLOL I was the outsider. (Hey when you lived in as many places as I did while growing up you were always the outsider.)

Where were you when I'd have given anything to have another outsider at Hellsville Elementary School. I'd have let you cheat off my test papers. I'd have given you my lunch money.

I was the one who helped the janitor fix the furnace one day when it went out in the middle of the winter, then tossed a bunch of smoldering Sinsemilian into the main air duct. (Everyone had fun that day. )

Yes, Hellsville could have used someone like you. An accidental high would have done the school a world of good.

I was also the one who got thrown out of Sex-Ed for telling the teacher his daughter didn't do that!
I was the one who could be found playing strip poker with the teachers on field trips, and winning.

Scofflaw! My big rebellion was being sent home from high school for refusing to participate in the Betty Crocker Homemaker Competition. My parents despaired. It was whispered that I might be a feminist.

here, I would probably be the one who keeps pissing on his shoes trying to be liked.

And all this time, I just thought you had shiny shoes.

 

[sweetnpetite]

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.

I never knew I was smart in school either. And I never really got that being smart wasn't cool. That was the strangest thing, I always aspired to be smart and thought that if I was supersmart people would like me or something. And the funny thing is, poeple were always telling me how smart I *must be* because I was reading all the time. But I was just reading story books (novels). I remember I hated it when people said that, I didn't know why they thought I was smart! I certainly didn't equate being able to read well with being smart.

I suppose I had such a hard time 'getting it' about life, and I felt so clueless about fitting in and everything else- that was probably why I didn't think I was smart. I didn't understand the world around me. I didn't give myself much credit for anything either. I figured if I knew something, probably everybody did.

I changed throughtout different grades, but I was pretty much the outsider. The 'ugly duckling' (who wasn't all that ugly, but had no self-esteem or confidance) I was painfully shy, and terrified of rejection. I wouldn't join in with any group unless I got a personal engraved invitation (to convince me that I was wanted there) but when I was away from school, I was actually outgoing and friendly. I wasn't afraid of strangers, just people I knew

I was a free luch kid until my mom remaried, so I didn't know all the right people. I'm convinced now that the biggest factor in HS popularity is who your parents are friends with, and where you live. (At least in my town) Girls teased me about my clothes and made me incredibly unsure of myself. Boys were -of course- no better. (Even though I found out later that many of them had crushes on me)

In actuallity, I was a pretty little girl with long golden blond hair and big sparkly brown eyes. But I let the other kids make me feel ugly and dorky and as I went into Jr and Sr high started hiding behind big clothes, big glasses and unruly hair.

It took me a long time to realize that I was 1)smart and 2)pretty and pretty much anything else that comes along with a good self image. When I finally figured it all out. (Hmm, maybe 5 years ago to have it down solid) I got pretty mad! I didn't have to be so miserable in school. If only I'd have had just a little bit of confidance things would have been much different. I would have got a decent hair cut, stood up straight, worn some appealing clothes and ignored the pettiness of girls who happened to be in the 'in crowd.' and done my own thing.

but well, those time are over. So I am just me.

If I fit into a highshcool roll now, I don't know what it is. I'm not afraid to be a dork and admit that I like something that's not cool. I'm not afraid to argue or stand up for myself or someone else. I guess people like me here, so maybe I'm that friendly chearleader who stands up for the underdog and isn't afraid to break from the pack. Or something like that.

 

[yui]

LOLOL I was the outsider. (Hey when you lived in as many places as I did while growing up you were always the outsider.)


I was the one who hid the smoke/cherry bomb combo in the girls locker room timed to go off when the Cheerleaders were taking their showers. (It's all a matter of timing.)

here, I would probably be the one who keeps pissing on his shoes trying to be liked.

Cat

I loved The Outsiders!

And I had the hugest crush on you until that whole cherry bomb thing...you know it wasn't just the cheerleaders in there...

In school, I would say I was polite and a good student but I very much lived inside my own head. I was 2-3 years younger than everyone else and the only Asian in my class (and at times in my school). Classes were simple and socially I pretended to understand what was happening around me, but I was mostly clueless.

I guess here, maybe, I would be the loopy one who tries too hard but is mostly harmless.

Luck to all,

Yui

 

[domjoe]

Going back to the original question:

In school (or rather, in adolescence) I was very odd. I was much more interested in numbers, shapes and patterns than people. Sometimes I played along socially, becuase that's what you were meant to do.

Some people mistakenly thought I was shy. I wasn't. I was basically an absent-minded professor.

So no real change there.


In Third Grade, our class had to write about what each other would be when we grew up. The two people who wrote about me both pegged me as a professor.

Same thing happened seven years later. I was still "The professor".

I take the piss out of everyone when they get too serious. But I'm not the class clown, I think. Bascially I just find myself saying, along with Robert Crumb's suicidal older brother,

"How too perfectly damn wonderful it all is, to be sure."

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

Hmm, which school days?

Either way, I was pretty much an amalgamation of every single outcast group out there. Geek, nerd, metalhead (not till junior year though, before that I was worse <oldies freak, no sense of cool>), freak, loser, loner, band geek, science brain. I even had psycho in there. The layers built up as I grew up, which is good all things considered, because it did much for me and made sure through a lot of it I had the unlikely group of teen-going-on-40.


I'd say here I'm definitely not the same as back then. For one thing I have quite a few more friends here. As for attitude, the closest may be in senior year where I dropped all attempts at brown-nosing and started testing things with little disagreements, little anarchies, and tried to wage a war for individual thought.

To that individual, I probably still am the same or close to it on here. Asking the random questions, being nice where I can in a half-assed attempt to mimic my hero, fighting for the few things I believe in, and standing up for my friends when they were attacked.

Eh, it's all a stupid question. We all still have something of ourselves. If we didn't retain in adulthood half of what we battled every day in school halls for, what point were our battles. There's something of our personalities from at least one of those 12 years of rapid emotional growth in all of us. The shy girls wishing to be the flirts, letting it out eventually from where they bottled it out of fear. The bad boys retaining that Loki spirit to fuck the system. The brains still giving the same philosophy before math class lectures and discussions. The jocks still trying to intimidate with useless rhetoric and cold threats and dehumanizations. The outcasts still clumping together, protecting their existences like rebel fighters in the jungle.

It carries with us. Sure the numbers have changed. We've grown up. We've escaped the bullshit and found the truths that crossed our ways. Had our tragedies and our triumphs and we've definitely grown and changed. But no matter what we're who we are because of what we are. The choices we made and how they influence our other changes. The change can be for good or bad or not at all, but it will always be us, because us are the only people we can be.

If you dig you'll find something to connect you to grammar school, to middle school, to high school, to colleges or to jobs, to careers or lives, to adult days, and beyond. To all times when you were, something has tied together the befores and afters. Perhaps personalities, perhaps memories, but always something.


Eh, long quasi ranting and ramblings definitely the same, same with the pauses to reacertain sanity. Sorry. I guess I was and still am a little bit of an Aqualung minus the taste for pedophilia.


P.S. Sorry for the ramble. Original question: I used to be so naive back in grammar school. You could have sharpened a scythe on my aura of optimistic innocence. I assumed at all times that everything would work itself out. I was very outgoing in my studies. I went through to about early Algebra in 3rd grade but since my old school didn't write it down and I was too innocent to note it to anyone in authority I was sent back to 4th grade math when I moved. The world changed all that. Circumstances, events, bullies. But still I carry it with me. A bit of romanticism protected by a shell of nihilism. You can still see it sometimes I hope. When I search for someone to show me at least one good side or to propel the chivalry and goodness I was taught later. At least I hope that's the case.

Eh, it's all boring crap. Self-reflecting is one of those things I've done a million times before. Keeping tabs. I was, I am, I will be. That's the story. My past shapes my present builds my future. And the fact I can still hope it'll all turn out right end all is proof in my eyes that the past always lingers somewhere in us if we have the presence of mind to note it.

 

[SnoopDog]

In real life I was the kid who everyone labeled as the stupid, boring teacher's pet which I really wasn't. Just because I did get good grades, doesn't make me the nerdy bookworm.

Oh the injustice. *points his fist to the sky*

Snoopy

 

[GrunyaTitov]

I was also in a school. I have learning in mathematics, biology, cooking and many learnings in the sex. After schooling for four years I am not allowed any more to school, and work in green meadows with sheep. There I have many learnings in the sex, and I have more learnings in the sex while I work as a nurse. I like to join AH school please.

 

[matriarch]

Painfully, cripplingly shy.......but hidden well as the class clown.

Not a lot has changed.

 

[impressive]

Oh, I see we've progressed from grammar to high school recollections. Hmmmm.

High school was ... odd. On the surface, I was every parents' dream child: straight As, good reputation (i.e., not slutty), well dressed/groomed, homecoming court, varsity athlete in 3 sports yet still feminine, involved in various clubs, decent boyfriends, "nice" friends (i.e., the "in" crowd). I never thought I was "pretty" (still don't), but others did. (The whole list makes me want to puke insofaras many assume "SHALLOW" goes right along with it.)

Inside, I was bored with my "education" -- it was TOO easy. I didn't have to work at those As. I was too involved with various activities to really excel at any -- so I stayed just good enough to be in the starting line-up or elite choir or land a supporting role in stage productions, but not good enough to receive any accolades.

While I ran with the "in" crowd, I never really I fit in. (Although from the outside looking in, I'm sure it appeared that way.) I was too involved with fringe activities (drama, academics, choir) to really be at the upper echelons of cool. I saw a little bit of each clique -- stoners, loners, jocks/babes, brains -- but never clicked into any. They were each wary of me due to my associations with the others.

Sexually, I had everyone fooled. I was far more active than anyone imagined -- just extremely discreet (as were my lovers).

I've not kept in touch with anyone from high school -- mainly because I never really bonded with anyone in a lasting kind of way.

High school wasn't a painful experience -- it was more of an intensely introspective experience. I always felt alone in the crowd, but never lonely.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I guess here, maybe, I would be the loopy one who tries too hard but is mostly harmless.

No, yui. You're that mild-mannered, gorgeous, brainy babe that we all - guys and gals - want to bang.

 

[sincerely_helene]

I was the girl. With the boobs. I remain.

 

[Guest]

I was the girl. With the boobs. I remain.

do tell

 

[Evil Alpaca]

do tell

How about "show and tell"?

 

[sincerely_helene]

How about "show and tell"?

I'm a shot away.

 

[sincerely_helene]

do tell

They slap me in the face when I run.

 

[domjoe]

I was also in a school. I have learning in mathematics, biology, cooking and many learnings in the sex. After schooling for four years I am not allowed any more to school, and work in green meadows with sheep. There I have many learnings in the sex, and I have more learnings in the sex while I work as a nurse. I like to join AH school please.

I now have big Russian crush on you. I am send you love note under desk.

 

[Guest]

They slap me in the face when I run.

lemme hold them for you while you run, your face is much to beautiful to mar it with bruises.


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