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You always have the choice of telling them to fuck off. I used that all the time when I was in school. I was transferred from a regular English class to a Creative Writing because my teacher started to say something about a 2000-word essay and I just said "Dude, fuck you," and walked out. My new teacher was much more easy-going, I wrote a profanity- and violence-filled short story about a zombie outbreak and he raved about it for the rest of the week.

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I wrote a short story in English called Johnny The Johnny once accompanied by a drawing of a condom/person/protagonist. The teacher sat me down and asked if I was feeling ok and did I have problems at home.

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We sang hyms in regular Primary school. Don't know why. But remember once mid song, one kid with autism stood up, then proceeded to bounce around the whole hall screaming, "I'm a frog!". Everyone cracked up. Autism is always funny.

And another kid with autism ran through the hall whilst practicing for a Christmas play, with his shirt over his head being chased by an elderly teacher. Was really like something from Benny Hill.

Remember more things from primary school than secondary and college. Weird.

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Did you get many female teachers back then?

'Back then' as in the 80's and '90's? Yes, yes of course.

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Did you get many female teachers back then?

'Back then' as in the 80's and '90's? Yes, yes of course.

generally find that primary school teachers are women now, really started to notice it myself when I was in year 4, i think there was about 4 men teaching in the whole school. I occasionally go back to my old primary school to pick my cousins up and the number of fit teachers is outstanding, the class helpers more so, its just something you'd never have picked up on as a kid.

It seems that the ugly fuckers near retirement have more fun teaching in secondary schools, there was 1 fit teacher in my secondary school and that was it. Although she was a major tease so that sort of balanced it out. She used to lean over the desk to give anyone help with work and you'd literally sit there in a trance staring for the next 5 mins. She also used to have ways of searching though the filing cabinets, different positions dependent on the height of the drawer she needed. The top one she'd have this weird stand that showed her arse off more, second drawer she'd sort of bend over and we'd stare again but the best has to be the stance for the lowest one. she'd have this crouch thing going on and we could see whatever underwear she had on. so many hours spend debating whether she was wearing a thong, ahh good times. can still picture her aswell the slut :drool:

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Did you get many female teachers back then?

'Back then' as in the 80's and '90's? Yes, yes of course.

generally find that primary school teachers are women now, really started to notice it myself when I was in year 4, i think there was about 4 men teaching in the whole school. I occasionally go back to my old primary school to pick my cousins up and the number of fit teachers is outstanding, the class helpers more so, its just something you'd never have picked up on as a kid.

It seems that the ugly fuckers near retirement have more fun teaching in secondary schools, there was 1 fit teacher in my secondary school and that was it. Although she was a major tease so that sort of balanced it out. She used to lean over the desk to give anyone help with work and you'd literally sit there in a trance staring for the next 5 mins. She also used to have ways of searching though the filing cabinets, different positions dependent on the height of the drawer she needed. The top one she'd have this weird stand that showed her arse off more, second drawer she'd sort of bend over and we'd stare again but the best has to be the stance for the lowest one. she'd have this crouch thing going on and we could see whatever underwear she had on. so many hours spend debating whether she was wearing a thong, ahh good times. can still picture her aswell the slut :drool:

She was defo doing that on purpose, the slut.

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She was defo doing that on purpose, the slut.

We all thought that, she must have noticed every lad in the class staring at her arse. Cant argue with it though, quality body on her.

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And you hear about these boys being seduced by their teachers and you think... you lucky bastard!

Like that episode of South Park I can't be arsed to look for.

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Yeah, when it's a schoolgirl being seduced by a male teacher everyone thinks (rightly so) pedo!!! When it's a schoolboy being nonced by his female teacher everyone thinks - you lucky bastard.

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I remember a funny thing when we had our injections done in secondary school (the ones where the government secretly inject you with AIDS.) I was always the quiet one, never said anything, just queued up while all the popular kids were mouthing off saying they weren't scared and shit like that (why should you be scared anyway?) I went in, had my injection, had a tiny little speck of blood on my arm afterwards, I shrugged, rolled my sleeve down and walked out the hall. Down the hallway I find loads of the popular kids with their shirts covered in blood with them moaning in agony and rubbing their arms. Hah, that's irony for you.

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I remember when I was in kindergarten, kids made fun of me because I couldn't pronounce some letters right. Here in Serbia, we talk pretty much like Russians, with the hard SH, CH and I rustled. Also I couldn't pronounce R and L, we pronounce those letters like you pronounce for example "Really" but with the first R, and L for example "Like" with the first L, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand kids made fun of me, luckily for me, I can talk normally now. I seriously doubt if anyone here understood me. XD

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I went to a Catholic elementary School here in the U.S., Nebraska to be exact. It snowed a shit ton during the winter there, so me and all of my friends would play tackle football or just general smear-the-queer. Needless to say (being a tightass Catholic School and all) we got in a ton of trouble.

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The biggest field at the school was right next to a huge row of windows, I can't even begin to count how many I broke with a soccer ball or football... In 4th grade I gave my friend 5 bucks to slam his head against one of the windows--- it cracked the window, and his head.

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The memories I best kept from school aren't actually inside school grounds, but walking home from school.

I lived in a very bad part of Lisbon, and my school was somewhat far away from home, so I had to walk long distances to and from school every day, to put things in perspective, this is what I had to cross to get home:

You know you're fucked when they start making TV commercials about it.

Anyway, I've built good friendships with the people I used to walk home with, the most vivid memory I have is of these 3 gypsy kids who approached me and my friend, I used to be pretty slick on avoiding this shit, I already knew a lot of people and I could always find something in common with these problematic kids, like have their brothers/cousins in my class/football team, bottom line: I very rarely had to defend myself or give any of my stuff to these kids.

This time though, they were having none of it. Goddamn gypsies. Immediately one of them grabs my friend while another brings out this fucking butterfly knife and demands we give them all our shit, backpacks and shoes. I try to defuse the situation, I recognized one of them from the local football fields, just trying to reason with them, but it just wasn't happening.

We were on the side of a road and there was a bunch of construction equipment laying there, I think this was the day I grew some balls because my ultimate reaction was to pick this iron piece thing (like the ones they use to mark the area on the road that's under construction) and I just go to town with that thing... first kid got it straight in the head and that was it, ground with him, I was going full fucking ninja blademaster on these gypsies, they let go of my friend to deal with me, the one with the fucking knife starts coming my way and this motherfucker wasn't playing games, he would have killed me right there if he had the chance to. I'm trying to hit him and he's trying to stab me - then it got like, movie scene like, I do this spin with the iron bar and hit jackpot on his ribs, like I could feel something breaking on impact, at the same time he slashes with his knife in the air and hits my hand, nasty cut right there, but I was still the winner, that cunt was lying on the ground gritting his teeth in pain.

My friend was kicking the remaining kids ass, they were both bloody as hell, shit got very real in those minutes, we start ganging up on this last kid and he eventually ran way, at this point I knew we had to get out of there fast, gypsies are like cockroaches, if you see one there's probably a thousand of them hiding behind, so we ran out of that neighborhood fast, we exchange some REAL bro fists and go up to our respective homes.

My mom freaked at the sight of me lol, I was shaking real bad, had blood all over my clothes from the last kid, one of my hands was dripping blood like a fountain, and in the other hand I was still carrying that piece of iron.

She rushed me into the the hospital and I had to get a tetanus shot just to avoid any immediate problems from the knife, I still have a pretty visible scar from that day in my hand

This was the type of shit I got into a lot in those 3 years at that school, had to fight a few times, had to run a lot of times, sometimes we would have a lot of fun getting sidetracked and spending whole afternoons playing football and shit, those 3 years built character and friendships for life, I wouldn't want to go back to that though.

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The memories I best kept from school aren't actually inside school grounds, but walking home from school.

I lived in a very bad part of Lisbon, and my school was somewhat far away from home, so I had to walk long distances to and from school every day, to put things in perspective, this is what I had to cross to get home:

You know you're fucked when they start making TV commercials about it.

Anyway, I've built good friendships with the people I used to walk home with, the most vivid memory I have is of these 3 gypsy kids who approached me and my friend, I used to be pretty slick on avoiding this shit, I already knew a lot of people and I could always find something in common with these problematic kids, like have their brothers/cousins in my class/football team, bottom line: I very rarely had to defend myself or give any of my stuff to these kids.

This time though, they were having none of it. Goddamn gypsies. Immediately one of them grabs my friend while another brings out this fucking butterfly knife and demands we give them all our shit, backpacks and shoes. I try to defuse the situation, I recognized one of them from the local football fields, just trying to reason with them, but it just wasn't happening.

We were on the side of a road and there was a bunch of construction equipment laying there, I think this was the day I grew some balls because my ultimate reaction was to pick this iron piece thing (like the ones they use to mark the area on the road that's under construction) and I just go to town with that thing... first kid got it straight in the head and that was it, ground with him, I was going full fucking ninja blademaster on these gypsies, they let go of my friend to deal with me, the one with the fucking knife starts coming my way and this motherfucker wasn't playing games, he would have killed me right there if he had the chance to. I'm trying to hit him and he's trying to stab me - then it got like, movie scene like, I do this spin with the iron bar and hit jackpot on his ribs, like I could feel something breaking on impact, at the same time he slashes with his knife in the air and hits my hand, nasty cut right there, but I was still the winner, that cunt was lying on the ground gritting his teeth in pain.

My friend was kicking the remaining kids ass, they were both bloody as hell, shit got very real in those minutes, we start ganging up on this last kid and he eventually ran way, at this point I knew we had to get out of there fast, gypsies are like cockroaches, if you see one there's probably a thousand of them hiding behind, so we ran out of that neighborhood fast, we exchange some REAL bro fists and go up to our respective homes.

My mom freaked at the sight of me lol, I was shaking real bad, had blood all over my clothes from the last kid, one of my hands was dripping blood like a fountain, and in the other hand I was still carrying that piece of iron.

She rushed me into the the hospital and I had to get a tetanus shot just to avoid any immediate problems from the knife, I still have a pretty visible scar from that day in my hand

This was the type of shit I got into a lot in those 3 years at that school, had to fight a few times, had to run a lot of times, sometimes we would have a lot of fun getting sidetracked and spending whole afternoons playing football and shit, those 3 years built character and friendships for life, I wouldn't want to go back to that though.

That sounds bad ass.

I almost got robbed once in middle school. I was standing there at my bus stop and this black guy comes walking down the street and I'm like where is he going so I back up a little." He then comes into the bus stop area (I'm alone here). He starts to bop his head with headphones on and laugh exclaiming "Haha man yo this beat is HOT!" without looking at me. He then stops, pats himself on the torso and pockets and exclaims "Oh shit man I forgot my phone". So he comes walking over to me, he asks me If I had a phone. I told him I wasn't aloud to have one in which he then started to keep asking and changing his tone. I just kept telling him I wasn't aloud to have one even though one was right in my pocket. I knew if he had asked to see my pockets I would've been dead. So he gets close and just kept on asking for it. When I keep saying my parents won't let me have one and I think it's so stupid and it pisses me off, he said whatever and walked away. I ran behind some bushes, he turned around and I bolted off to my apartment complex, he didn't chase me too much considering there was a highway with a lot of cars heading west (to NYC, about an hour from me) and even East right there.

My story isn't as cool lol

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I got robbed a few times as a kid, nothing one could do about it really, it was either whatever money I had in my pockets for lunch or getting my ass whooped.

This one day in school, we were all playing football and this black kid I knew shows up really mad... he was carrying a fire extinguisher in his hand, I'm looking at him thinking 'what's this crazy nigga gonna do', we had this grass ramp leading to the football field, he starts going down towards us and suddenly just throws the fucking thing in another kids direction, misses him, fire extinguisher hits the ground and just starts flying all over the place lol, a few kids got hit by it, one of the goal bars got DENTED from that shit hitting it, crazy. It was like 10 seconds or so where the fire extinguisher just looked like a bullet flying around.

The police was called to escort the kid and to this day I don't know what the fuck he was so mad about, never saw him again.

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Goddamn gypsies. - I was going full fucking ninja blademaster on these gypsies - gypsies are like cockroaches, if you see one there's probably a thousand of them hiding behind, so we ran out of that neighborhood fast, we exchange some REAL bro fists and go up to our respective homes.

'what's this crazy nigga gonna do'

Having heard your accent, these lines sound hilarious in my head.

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