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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 9:57:43 GMT -5
I think hating homework is every kid in the world.
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Post by Sita on May 4, 2012 9:59:32 GMT -5
I was odd. I loved school and, most of the time, loved homework.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 10:00:14 GMT -5
I hated homework, it interfered with my social schedule.  |
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Post by StormInateacup on May 4, 2012 10:21:41 GMT -5
My dyslexic son managed to read well enough to access a study when he was in 5th class saying that homework reaps no benefits and may indeed be bad for a kid's academic performance in the long run and thus has never done any since if he can possibly avoid it. Learning disability my arse - he's smarter than any of us - and my "Gifted" daughter seems to get off on the notion she can ignore homework utterly and still perform in the top 10% of the Opportunity Class . She can too, the little cow - in fact she was just promoted to the high performing Opportunity Class as they call the gifted stream here this term as they said she was too far in advance of the second string Opportunity Class she was already in.  As you can see from this vignette of my home life, I'm not much of a disciplinarian. Beastie says they run rings around me.  |
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Post by Jenne on May 4, 2012 10:32:06 GMT -5
These stories are great!
I do stupid shit rather often--chased boys while I was supposedly "one and only" with my now "one and only" in college. I got engaged at 19, that was stupid, and so I pretended on the weekends I was not with him that I could just chase any guy I had the hots for. DUMB.
So yeah, turns out Ms. Good 2shoes was a slut.
In disguise.
Oh, sometime when I was about 25 or so, I got so fucked up on my first go round of redbull-and-vodkas that after my brothers' rock show at some dive in downtown Esco, we got back to his place and folks were gettin' high, drinking more, and I was a bit...well...hammered.
At some point, I started going off about Jesus having a clitoris, was actually pretty GAY for Mary Magdalene, and I was ready to fight it out for some reason. I was pretty adamant that this shit was funny as well, and I thought it was hilarious to watch the squeamish folks around me try to ignore my insanity. I mean, it stands to reason, right?
My brothers were so sore at me that their ire lasted for months afterward.
And then there was the New Year's Eve (I was around 31?) when I guzzled a bottle of everclear because I was bored out of my mind and proceeded to go a bit apeshit. Grabbed a good friend of mine's tits in the kitchen (she'd had implants put in), then was so fucked up that my sisterinlaw and my husband fought over whether I should stay at my brother's and sleep it off or go home with him (he didn't want me barfing all over the car, I guess?). Anyway, apparently I was sober enough to take exception to the ejecting from the party, and I took my very expensive leather jacket and threw it on the ground ready to "throw down" with my sisterinlaw on her front lawn. I wanted to fight, I suppose? It was about 3 am.
They somehow shushed me and got me in the car. Whereupon I was given a bag to throw up in. I protested I wouldn't at all, and then right away as soon as we got on the highway, proceeded to do just that.
I think it took me 10 hours to sleep it off.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 10:32:31 GMT -5
Yah mine are not big homework doers. Duston only does homework if he is forced and still manages to be in the top 10 of is class, same with Joy. I'm not really huge on forcing the homework issue. I think homework should only be given when the child is having issues with the subject matter.
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Post by StormInateacup on May 4, 2012 10:45:53 GMT -5
These stories are great! I do stupid shit rather often--chased boys while I was supposedly "one and only" with my now "one and only" in college. I got engaged at 19, that was stupid, and so I pretended on the weekends I was not with him that I could just chase any guy I had the hots for. DUMB. So yeah, turns out Ms. Good 2shoes was a slut. In disguise. Oh, sometime when I was about 25 or so, I got so fucked up on my first go round of redbull-and-vodkas that after my brothers' rock show at some dive in downtown Esco, we got back to his place and folks were gettin' high, drinking more, and I was a bit...well...hammered. At some point, I started going off about Jesus having a clitoris, was actually pretty GAY for Mary Magdalene, and I was ready to fight it out for some reason. I was pretty adamant that this shit was funny as well, and I thought it was hilarious to watch the squeamish folks around me try to ignore my insanity. I mean, it stands to reason, right? My brothers were so sore at me that their ire lasted for months afterward. And then there was the New Year's Eve (I was around 31?) when I guzzled a bottle of everclear because I was bored out of my mind and proceeded to go a bit apeshit. Grabbed a good friend of mine's tits in the kitchen (she'd had implants put in), then was so fucked up that my sisterinlaw and my husband fought over whether I should stay at my brother's and sleep it off or go home with him (he didn't want me barfing all over the car, I guess?). Anyway, apparently I was sober enough to take exception to the ejecting from the party, and I took my very expensive leather jacket and threw it on the ground ready to "throw down" with my sisterinlaw on her front lawn. I wanted to fight, I suppose? It was about 3 am. They somehow shushed me and got me in the car. Whereupon I was given a bag to throw up in. I protested I wouldn't at all, and then right away as soon as we got on the highway, proceeded to do just that. I think it took me 10 hours to sleep it off.  Oh noes...a Bacardi Bruiser...LMAO. Booze just makes me really happy and a lot more likely to put up with fuckwits. But amphetamines make me rather feisty - and horny. |
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Post by bigwillybear on May 4, 2012 10:49:12 GMT -5
When I were t' lad we worked down t' pit for 8 hours after school and then did our homework and then we pushed giant lead marbles up t' hill t' Hovis factory with our noses. Kids are fookin' soft today. Bring back hangin'!
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Post by Sita on May 4, 2012 10:49:26 GMT -5
Alcohol just makes me slightly silly and then asleep.
There is a very short time frame to catch me silly, however.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 10:52:37 GMT -5
These stories are great! I do stupid shit rather often--chased boys while I was supposedly "one and only" with my now "one and only" in college. I got engaged at 19, that was stupid, and so I pretended on the weekends I was not with him that I could just chase any guy I had the hots for. DUMB. So yeah, turns out Ms. Good 2shoes was a slut. In disguise. Oh, sometime when I was about 25 or so, I got so fucked up on my first go round of redbull-and-vodkas that after my brothers' rock show at some dive in downtown Esco, we got back to his place and folks were gettin' high, drinking more, and I was a bit...well...hammered. At some point, I started going off about Jesus having a clitoris, was actually pretty GAY for Mary Magdalene, and I was ready to fight it out for some reason. I was pretty adamant that this shit was funny as well, and I thought it was hilarious to watch the squeamish folks around me try to ignore my insanity. I mean, it stands to reason, right? My brothers were so sore at me that their ire lasted for months afterward. And then there was the New Year's Eve (I was around 31?) when I guzzled a bottle of everclear because I was bored out of my mind and proceeded to go a bit apeshit. Grabbed a good friend of mine's tits in the kitchen (she'd had implants put in), then was so fucked up that my sisterinlaw and my husband fought over whether I should stay at my brother's and sleep it off or go home with him (he didn't want me barfing all over the car, I guess?). Anyway, apparently I was sober enough to take exception to the ejecting from the party, and I took my very expensive leather jacket and threw it on the ground ready to "throw down" with my sisterinlaw on her front lawn. I wanted to fight, I suppose? It was about 3 am. They somehow shushed me and got me in the car. Whereupon I was given a bag to throw up in. I protested I wouldn't at all, and then right away as soon as we got on the highway, proceeded to do just that. I think it took me 10 hours to sleep it off. I never doubted you were a kindred spirit.  I don't want to fight when I drink, thank god, but I do tend to just do whatever comes to mind. It can be quite embarassing. |
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Post by StormInateacup on May 4, 2012 10:52:42 GMT -5
When I were t' lad we worked down t' pit for 8 hours after school and then did our homework and then we pushed giant lead marbles up t' hill t' Hovis factory with our noses. Kids are fookin' soft today. Bring back hangin'! And then your old man used to coom home from teh poob and beat you to death wi' a broken beer bottle - and sang the Hallelujah Chorus as he danced on your graves, innit? Yes yes Willy...I've seen Ripping Yarns too dear. **yawns** |
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Post by StormInateacup on May 4, 2012 11:04:24 GMT -5
Oh a really embarrassing moment was when my mate and I went for a moonlight swim in Newcastle during our communal living days. So we drop our gear on the sand and get in the water - utterly trashed on green gelatine trips - fuck knows how long we were in the eater but we must have moved a good way up the beach in the process because when we finally emerged from the water after ages of splashing and doing the "Oh wow look there's stars in the water" shit (It was phosphorus chemicals in the water we realised the next day that made it sparkle in the dark btw...nice.) So anyway out we get and begin combing the beach looking for our clothes in the datrk - to no avail. So finally we decide we'll have to make a nudie run for it (we lived about 4 streets away from the beach) . OK fine we get all the way back to our house with a few wolf whistles and cat calls echoing humiliatingly in our reddened ears and realise - the fucking key was in my jeans pocket...somewhere on Bar Beach. So we had to knock up the neighbours to break us in... Three building workers lived next door to us. They were v good at breaking in to our house for us, but that night they did seem to take an inordinate amount of time about doing it - though the carpenter after chatting pleasantly to me for a few minutes did depart back to his own domicile and have the grace to emerge bearing two rather small towels. |
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Post by bigwillybear on May 4, 2012 11:07:12 GMT -5
This is you Attachments:
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Post by StormInateacup on May 4, 2012 11:12:48 GMT -5
I think you dropped this:   yew |
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 11:13:26 GMT -5
LMAO Stormi, I may have mentioned in another thread about the Naval Base in Key West, Florida.
The ex and I were down there with the kids one weekend and we were staying right on the beach. So we got the kiddies settled and drowsy in front of the tv and stepped outside for a smoke.
One thing led to another and we walked a bit down the beach away from our cabin, which was the last in the line. We found a wonderfully secluded spot under this tree whose branches hung to the ground and well, yet another thing led to another.....
The next thing we knw we are blinded by the huge search lights and all we can hear is come out sith your hands up. We came out, naked as jaybirds to about 4 Naval MPs who were looking very serious and very stern.
It took us damn near an hour to convince them we weren't trying to steal state secrets or anything else just a couple of horny parents who never got away from their kids.
That was my last big adventure in being wild. I was so scared they would arrest us and we would lose the kids, I was damn near hysterical.
Now that the kids are older and doing their own thing, I think I need to seek out that wild child. She sure as fuck had a hell of a lot more fun that I have these days.
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