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memories of interactions with adults when you were a kid

Started by ncba93ivyase, February 26, 2014, 01:04:24 AM

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In Kindergarten it was clean up time. I was playing with Megablocks and so I was cleaning up the blocks. I was not happy with the "pick up a handful of blocks and walk them over to the bin and drop them in" since I could only hold four or so at a time with my tiny hands. I fixed this by building a stack of Megablocks so that I could drop them all in the bin at once. So I picked up one, then another and stacked them, then another and put this one on top of the other two. I got about five in thinking about how much better this is then the teacher told me that I wasn't allowed to play because it was clean up time...

I was like "yeah I know, oh fuck you think I'm playing..." but couldn't verbalize any of my thoughts. She told me to pull my card. I cried.

Lame.

Hiro

Quote from: Red Zidone on February 26, 2014, 08:23:39 AM
There was another coworker named Wayne who was american and liked mustangs. He'd call me mean names all day and I laugh because that how it goes in the the Factory but deep inside it hurt my feelings.
hahahaha oh wayne

ncba93ivyase

i remember there was one kid who was told to pull a card just for basically existing

if you pulled two cards you'd get a guaranteed trip to the principal.

some days when the old bitch was on the rag she'd tell you to pull a card just for asking the person next to you a question

so anyways this kid would be told to pull a card every single day within a few minutes of entering class just because. if he did absolutely anything that the teacher didn't like within the 8 hours that followed, he'd go to the principal. i don't know of many days where he actually didn't go

and this kid wasn't even bad or anything. the teacher just did not like him

also one day this teacher gave out tiny twizzlers to everybody in class. there was also a tard guard who was always there and she got a tiny twizzler. later that day we were spread out all around the room and told to work in groups and i found the woman's twizzler. i opened if halfway then realized i didn't want it. the teacher found out i did it and ordered me to get a bag of twizzlers for this woman by the next day

she didn't even eat them

Quote from: ncba93ivyase on June 18, 2014, 07:58:34 PMthis isa great post i will use it in my sig

PLEASEHELP1991

Quote from: Hippopo on February 26, 2014, 09:23:51 PM
I was a child model, and a photographer asked me to take off my shirt, and I was like nope, and walked out of the the photo shoot.  He was creepy as fuck.
for real?
I love [you]

Hippopo

Quote from: Will Gregory on February 27, 2014, 02:04:48 PM
Quote from: Hippopo on February 26, 2014, 09:23:51 PM
I was a child model, and a photographer asked me to take off my shirt, and I was like nope, and walked out of the the the the photo shoot.  He was creepy as fuck.
for real?
4 real

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