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Sock Full of Boiled Dimes
09-19-2005, 03:26 AM
This is true accounts out of my life. I thought for a while that it was dull and uninteresting. Then I realized that I have a screwed up life. If it isn't the world around me that is supposed to my only support then it is me and I am somehow screwing something up, but it takes me a while to figure out why and by the time I do its already too late to fix something.

It really isn't a depressing story I should point out. I have had some good times and some bad. I'll give you a quickie story just to lighten the mood.

-The Rainbow People-

When I was in the 5th grade I was a terrible student. I don't know if it was my lack of caring or just I wanted to play video games. Whatever it was I seemed to be doomed to fail the 5th grade if I didn't get my act up.

Then all of a sudden the Rainbow People show up and save my life...err sorta.

See the Rainbow People (hippies if you already didn't know) showed up in our town and knowing people from a small town everyone tends to be extremely paranoid and delusional. Me being a little kid I had no idea how paranoid people were and decided to play on a huge gaping lie.

One day my teacher was concerned with why I didn't get my homework done that night. I have NO idea where the inspiration came from, but if I found out I’m pretty sure I'd be scared. See I told her that the Rainbow People started to party out in front of out house. Not only that, but they were keeping us awake. So my dad came out on the lawn and told them to "git". They of course said no so he go his gun to scare them. They (I had no idea at the time that hippies just wanted to smoke pot) exchanged gunfire and there was a huge battle going on. They ran away and that was the end.

Now imagine you being a teacher and a little kid tells you a whopper like that. In fact I'm not even sure why I told her because I knew she wouldn't believe it.

Actually she did.

She gave me one of those "Oh My God" expressions and looked at me as if I was the poorest thing in the world. She gave me the HUGEST break on homework and not only did I catch up but I had so much free time that if I actually had real friends at the time I would cause some chaos. Of course I didn't so I just played video games.

Then parent-teacher conference came around and I completely forgot about the whole story. I do remember her walking out of the teacher’s room with a look of disappointment, but also a look of complete and utter hysteria. I think that if we didn't leave at that moment she would have broke down and laughed in the middle of the hallway.

My mom told me later after we looked back at this story that the teacher talked to my mother in a concerned voice asking if we were okay. My mom wondering where this conversation was going said "Yeaaaahhh." My teacher replied "Well Rob told me that you had some trouble with the Rainbow People and there was an exchange of gunfire."

Now imagine sitting there and your sons 5th grade teacher, the person that is supposed to be smarter then your 10-year-old child, tells you that and she believed it.

We almost died laughing remembering this story.

A few days after the conference my teacher only came up to me and said, "It's not good to lie." After that it was never brought up again and life went as normal. I think she wanted to forget an embarrassment like that. I know I would have.

Vidgmchtr
09-19-2005, 04:45 AM
I've told things to my 2nd grade teacher that she believed.

Like, one time I said I had hardly anything for lunch, and I told the teacher we were poor. But we were just trying to cut back on snacks and buy more healthy foods.

I've also said other things that are too bizarre to say here.

co_delphi
09-19-2005, 10:57 PM
At one point I got a extension on a book report that was due that day by telling the teacher that we had recently gotten a new puppy (which was true) and that it had eaten my homework (which was not). The way I figured it, being the most widely used stupid explanation for no homework, a teacher would believe no kid would use it unless it was true..... it worked.

Alphonse v.2
09-20-2005, 03:34 AM
See, this is why being a teacher is the easiest thing in the world, all you have to be is charismatic, and pass high school. Oh and I am ashamed at the lies you have told to your teachers, ASHAMED! I have never lied to a teacher; well the only lie I have ever said is "I forgot it at home", and it was two words away from the truth, "I forgot to do it". But I never actually made up a huge story like that.

Sock Full of Boiled Dimes
09-26-2005, 04:49 PM
OMG LIFE STORY!

I have no idea why I want to tell you this because I really shouldn't.

I used to live in a small town and with that you don't really have any options of making too many friends. Everything was fine in my life up until 4th or 5th grade and things started to go downhill.

By the time 7th grade rolled around I haze positivly 0 friends. I was the second to the most unpopular student ever, and THANK GOD I wasn't in his shoes. Now I'll get to my point real quick as to why I'm getting to this. Because I was so unpopular I ended up eating a lot and getting really fat.

It wasn't majorly bad, but I was a small kid and weighed more than I should of.

This REALLY didn't help my situation either. I got the whole "It's a full moon tonight in P.E." when touching our toes. Some guys would run up sometimes and grab my chest and sqeeze my man boobies. It sucked really bad and though fat jokes were the majority I got other insults as well.

My sisters who were family weren't any help either. They spread rumors about my masturbation "habits" and other fat jokes. I slipped into a terrible depression and kept myself seperate from everyone I knew by the time 11th grade hit. If I didn't get near them I wouldn't get hurt.

Summer hit before my senior year and being constantly pissed off and a loner just pissed me off more and I slipped into a moderate aneroxia. Which means I would starve myself up to the point where I was extreamly hungry and then I'd eat something. This apperently balanced out my weight and more. I was pale, skinny, and sickly looking my senior year.

Guess what though!? No one hated me anymore. For whatever reason it was the hatred completely stopped and me and everyone were all buddy buddy. I of course has a better mood and managed to block most of this crap out of my memory and started eating reguarly, but I have a constant fear of getting fat again and that is a problem.

Now here I am in college and just trying to get by and all.

keitaidensha
10-01-2005, 10:08 PM
OMG LIFE STORY!

I have no idea why I want to tell you this because I really shouldn't.

I used to live in a small town and with that you don't really have any options of making too many friends. Everything was fine in my life up until 4th or 5th grade and things started to go downhill.

By the time 7th grade rolled around I haze positivly 0 friends. I was the second to the most unpopular student ever, and THANK GOD I wasn't in his shoes. Now I'll get to my point real quick as to why I'm getting to this. Because I was so unpopular I ended up eating a lot and getting really fat.

It wasn't majorly bad, but I was a small kid and weighed more than I should of.

This REALLY didn't help my situation either. I got the whole "It's a full moon tonight in P.E." when touching our toes. Some guys would run up sometimes and grab my chest and sqeeze my man boobies. It sucked really bad and though fat jokes were the majority I got other insults as well.

My sisters who were family weren't any help either. They spread rumors about my masturbation "habits" and other fat jokes. I slipped into a terrible depression and kept myself seperate from everyone I knew by the time 11th grade hit. If I didn't get near them I wouldn't get hurt.

Summer hit before my senior year and being constantly pissed off and a loner just pissed me off more and I slipped into a moderate aneroxia. Which means I would starve myself up to the point where I was extreamly hungry and then I'd eat something. This apperently balanced out my weight and more. I was pale, skinny, and sickly looking my senior year.

Guess what though!? No one hated me anymore. For whatever reason it was the hatred completely stopped and me and everyone were all buddy buddy. I of course has a better mood and managed to block most of this crap out of my memory and started eating reguarly, but I have a constant fear of getting fat again and that is a problem.

Now here I am in college and just trying to get by and all.

moral of the story: everyone hates fat people.

even jesus.

especially jesus.