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Was one of your buddies stabbed in the neck at a McDonalds much later in life?
Played Frosh JV and Varsity BBall in HS. I was always working hard on the scrub team but could never get a crack at the staring lineup. I was always put in for quick breathers or end game blowouts/foul-out. Senior day, I expected to at least start the first play like all seniors before me - maybe a quick wave to friends and family. I figured not only had it been tradition, but I had worked hard for the team and school for 4 years.
So most of my friends already knew it was Senior night and promised to show up for me. I usually told my parents not to come to other games, but told them to come to this one because it was my last game at home. Seemed like everyone was excited for me.
But it figures that my senior year, the coach (who was new) didn't want to put me in for even the first play because it was against a good team with a playoff berth on the line. Really? couldn't spare a play for me - on Senior Night? It was a close game, we won, but I never saw the floor my Senior game.
Game horn buzzed; I looked at the stands and everyone was disappointed for me. I skipped the hand shakes and attaboys and went straight to the locker room. Everyone knew I was pissed. I was gone before the rest of the team and coach showed up. I didn't stay for the locker room celebration or senior speeches etc. My teammates knew why and had no ill will toward me for bailing. All was right with them the next day.
In a bit of cosmic irony: the star senior on the team rolled his ankle when he stepped on my foot fighting for a rebound. He couldn't play and we got bounced in the first game of the playoffs.
20yrs later, it still burns at me. I'm generally not a bitter guy who holds grudges - but I've made this my one exception.
it's because one of you flipped a goocher.
Is one of your friends Richard Dreyfuss?
"I'm just a humble mutha fucker with a big ass dick" -Bunk Moreland
Glad you stayed bro. Only pussies give in when the going gets tough. Lord knows the football team needs all the help it can get.
For a save- a- lot Spartan, I bring it pretty damn strong.
2011 B1G championship. After the season ended I realized how good that team really was...
When I was about 4 or 5 I had to go to a babysitter cause both my parents worked the 2nd shift hours.
I had this nasty babysitter who would feed me peas every night for dinner. I didn't like peas and she knew it. Every single night I would get sent to this cold dark room after dinner for hours as punishment. She would take me out of the room and sit me in front of the tv a few min before my parents showed up. She threatened me if I ever told them I had to sit in that room. Every day before I was dropped off I would cry and cry and cry. My mom never figured out wtf my problem was. A few years later we drove past this bitches house and I ended up telling her the story. To this day I remember the house and that bitches evil fucking grin.
My spanish name was Federico Pablo.
When I was in 3rd grade my teacher made us do an elaborate project on Native Americans. So, I was drawing a picture of a tribe and when I drew a woman in the tribe, I gave her boobies. (I was an early bloomer I guess.)
Fast forward later that day, the teacher yells at me for drawing something provocative. I didn't get it because after all women DO have tits. She told the principal (Catholic school) who then called my house. I get off the bus and walk home, and my mom asks me why I'm drawing "private parts." I was all WTF is going on, they are just tits!!
I had to go into school and apologize to the teacher and my fellow group members. Bunch of fascists...
What is that, a Titleist? A hole in one...
Was so proud I got the part of the father in a school play about immigrants I ran home to tell my mother
She sat down and wrote a note to the teacher demanding I get a speaking part.
I was at that game, best sports event I've ever witnessed. Terrible ending but I was still so proud of how the team played that day.
4th grade. Passed gas in my Religion class (Catholic grade school). One of those loud, metal chair, sound like a party gag farts. Completely unintentional.
Everyone laughs, except the bitch teacher, and me. That drunken C-word made me go up in front of the entire class, and state why everyone was laughing and apologize. Catholic uniform with the tie and light blue shirt, I reluctantly walk up there - sweating through my shirt and tee-shirt, quickly announce that I farted, and stormed out if the class. Twenty five years later, and I'm still embarrassed/pissed.
Since light travels faster than sound, people appear bright until you hear them speak.
Please tell me you were bestowed a new nickname after that incident.
Nothing too exciting, some rotten kids in middle and high school, false rumors, mean nicknames... things like that. (Towards me sometimes, or other kids in school that I felt bad for.)
Punched one of the former once so I suppose I felt better (lucky I still walked in graduation actually as quite a few teachers knew about it and it happened in the hall during school hours. Whatever)
I think I called my 2nd grade teacher "Grandma" once after a long weekend at my grandparents but while embarrasing at age 8, it was not defining by any means.
Nothing that I am "not over" I guess.
Edit: Also no Spanish name
This post was edited by reSpectGW 12 months ago
---"It's not over and it will never be over here."---
this girl i went all through school with was nicknamed the pencil lady because in the 5th grade she got caught diddling her cooch in class with a pencil.
Yep. This guy.
Pics or GTFO
I could go on all day.
In 8th grade we had a new kid in our school and he was like 15 already...a real idiot who was already held back. For some reason he showed some of us a picture of his older sister, and of course I chimed in and said, "Hey John, I would fuck your sister." (Catholic school, mind you.) He gets PISSED and throws me against the wall and starts choking me. Everyone is laughing, and our teacher comes into class and starts yelling.
We go to the principal's office and she asks what happened. I was going to say he choked the shit out of me, but before we met with the principal he threatened me and said he would beat my ass all year long if I blamed it all on him. Needless to say, we were both suspended (in house) for two days. That dude is probably a meth head now.
it sort of looked like this but on some different hairz
Actually, the classmates were pretty cool about it - went from laughing at me and the fart - to what a raging bitch the teacher was.
My dad on the other hand, the big softie, after having a piece of the principal's ass for condoning the teacher embarrassing a ten year old in such a fashion, started calling me stinky.
Growing up in the big city we often rented bikes for just the summer, at the end of the season my adopted father took the family to return the bikes to the shop run by a friend of his. I liked his shop so I did some free advertising for him by putting flyers up all over the neighborhood and to show his appreciation he hooked me up with a sweet handlebar radio. On another trip he offered me ice cream and let me have access to his epic comic book collection and thought nothing of it. One time I brought my friend along with me and instead of comic books the shop owner broke out his collection of porno mags and gave us this funny tasting grape drink. The shop owner had a new camera he wanted to test out so he asked my friend to take some pictures and I had to go home so I rolled out. I told my "dad" about the cool stuff the shop owner had shown us and for some reason he wigged out and called the police. The next thing I know my friend Dudley never wants to speak about the bike shop or the owner ever again...
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Nah...I had a friend who was given the name Carlito at the beginning of the year...which he thought was crap...until "Carlito's Way" came out later that fall.
When I was in 6th grade, my Science Fair project won the grand prize for my entire middle school, but they wouldn't let me compete at the regional fair at Cobo because they only let 7th and 8th graders go. I ended up going to Cobo my senior year for a project that was way less interesting (and actually somewhat related to my original one). It was pretty lame and I didn't really want to go at that point, but as a 10-year-old I was pretty upset that they discriminated against me due to age, and still am to some extent.
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Life is unfair...get over it.
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