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Nope, but I was also in special ed classes to deal with dyslexia...Quote:
Originally posted by crashnburn'd
Must not have been in the spelling club ;)
It was made easier by being able to tell people that were harrassing me that I was ranked 5th in the state. Good thing that they never figured out that there were only 7 guys in my age group.Quote:
Originally posted by CaddyDaddy77The figure skating took it, it's an amazing sport but the shit that kids dish out? Must have been tough.
Phew. That's good, because top three and you're guaranteed to be gay! At least that's how it was in men's diving. ;)Quote:
Originally posted by Telenater
It was made easier by being able to tell people that were harrassing me that I was ranked 5th in the state. Good thing that they never figured out that there were only 7 guys in my age group.
Ten Speed???:DQuote:
Originally posted by 3o3
First day of High School. Clearwater, FL.
We had just moved into town and I knew no one. I had a brand new 10-speed Kalkhoff road bike that I'd worked all summer for and rode to school. I was really proud of that bike.
I rolled up to the bike racks in the front of the school on day one. All the cool kids were out there smoking and getting reacquainted. In my quest to be cool, I began to dismount and stood on one pedal while cruising up to the racks. When I got right up to the racks, I inadvertently hit the front brake. I went straight over the bars and landed in front of the racks and the cools kids.
To add insult to injury, the bike was stolen about a month later.
i dunno about you, but after Quicksilver, all my friends wanted 10 Speeds.
edit: we didn't know what fixed gear bikes were at that point
So I was eating hummus the other night at Popodopolus, waiting for my kabob entree, when in walks this guy Zorbo that I know and he starts spraying Windex on the scab on my arm, saying it's a cure-all for this and that and....
Ooops. Thought it read pathetic Greek stories.
I used to be a skinny smart-mouth.
Seriously.
Used to be???Quote:
Originally posted by phUnk
I used to be a skinny smart-mouth.
In high school I was a loner, not so much a geek.
So I was on my school's yearbook staff, right? Uber-dorky, but it was always during 6th period and it was a year-long class, so I skipped out early from school for 6 months of the year, and actually did work on the book for 2 months of the school year. Not too bad of a gig, eh? It gets better.
A lot of what we did was pore over pictures to actually put in the book, and man, there were a ton of god-awful pictures of our classmates. Girls on the swim team with THOs and cameltoes, guys with their jewels hanging out of their soccer shorts, stuck up bitches with their faces stuffed full of food, the homecoming queen with a boobie hanging out, and plenty of plumbers cracks and dangly boogers. We even found a picture of a girl in our homecoming court with what we suspected was a money shot on her blue dress.
We tried to get as many of those pictures in the yearbook as we could get away with. :D
He does spend a lot of time polishing your bishop, though:D :DQuote:
Originally posted by tuffy109
president: punani, you aren't even good enough to touch my pawn
I was in 4-H for about 8 years. Sheep club for first 6 and then pigs for last 2 years. Quit when I got to grade 10 or 11. But sheep club was really dorky. The pigs were cool though cause they fight and are kind of dangerous.
Kept it quiet from my friends that I was in 4-H till after grade 12. I would have parties at my house during grade 12 and would have to sneak out for 30 minutes to feed the pigs. Try doing that on Acid.
But is interesting now that I am a high school teacher. I do see a lot of the jock/geek relationships and try to stop some of the hazing I see.
Nice grade school and high school stories, here is a college example;
Living in an engineering dorm, a select few would meet at 10p.m. every night for Star Trek Next Gen re-runs. There were 0.0 women who attended this nightly ritual. In one episode a little kid (~10 years old) runs out of his class and finds his dad in the halls of the Enterprise. He crys "but daddy I don't want to learn Calculus". At this time I was struggling through the devil's own math of calculus myself. Inspired by the kid's rebellious spirit I stood up and said, to the T.V., "Yeah little man, fight the power!!!". After that even the hard core nerds thought I was weird.
(Insert Lewinsky joke here)Quote:
Originally posted by 13
We even found a picture of a girl in our homecoming court with what we suspected was a money shot on her blue dress.
Reminder: Your Capt. Obvious password is "password".Quote:
Originally posted by Plakespear
(Insert Lewinsky joke here)
Good god this is funny. My Little Pony, Mr Keebler!!! I'm crying over here. Speaking of crying.
I was horrified upon learning shortly after my first visit to the eye doctor that I would need glasses. Well, I really played my cards wrong in not telling anybody in my 3rd grade class of my impending doom. There I was in denial, hiding the damn things on the way to school. Finally I walked in one morning with them on. It was a gradual thing, first one person, then the next, they all started, gasp, laughing. It was more than I could bare, I ducked into the coat closet in tears. I don't remember much more....
Hah!
Either that or he was planning on banging the whole class and is a pimp in training.Quote:
Originally posted by basom
mang, you came on a little strong eh?
It was 30 years ago. Most everybody else was riding 3-speeds.Quote:
Originally posted by mr_gyptian
Ten Speed???:D
holy crap..... it really was 30 years ago :eek:
I was in Bridge club. Captain of Bridge for a year actually.
Now, the question is, does that trump Chess club?
(Oh that was terrible... I apologize...)
I was a hippie-deadhead geek in high school. I had the long hair, flowy indian dresses or tie die and fatigues thing going on...and a huge american flag/peace sign painted on my beat up car. I wasn't a druggie though, just a freak.
But every so often I would dress up like a punk rock girl just to keep things interesting. I'm a strange cookie, and very geeky!
Sprite
first week of third grade, in a new school. my reading class group is sitting around a table taking turns reading paragraphs of some story, and i've gotta take a leak really, really bad. i'm squirming around and feeling like i'm going to explode. my hand is raised, desperately trying to get the teacher's attention... but her face is buried in the book. my other hand is clamping off the hose. i'm the new kid, too shy to interrupt the less and too afraid to do anything about the problem.
as i make a desperate, last-ditch dash for the classroom door, the teacher scolds me and very loudly asks where i'm going. i yell something about having to really go to the bathroom, and she tells me to go ahead. i turn around, while in the process of peeing my pants, and tell her in front of the entire classroom that it's too late. what a great way to start third grade at a new school.
luckily, some kid got a compound fracture the next week while trying to balance himself out on the playground on top of a soccer ball. my pants-peeing episode was largely forgotten after the broken arm thing, especially because the same kid broke the same arm doing the same thing at the beginning of fourth grade.
from that point on, i don't ever remember being embarassed about anything at school- not even working in the cafeteria on the food service line or on the grounds crew at college. i was the meat-carving guy in the main cafeteria, the only student who worked at the cafeteria. the year i was on the grounds crew, my job was to pick up trash around campus or help setup and break-down chairs for meetings or whatever. because my parents paid my full tuition, i couldn't get one of the cushy on-campus work-study jobs and had to take the cafeteria gig to earn some spending cash. for some reason, once i was in college i didn't care about being cool and nobody else cared either.
I was flipping through channels last night and Star Trek TNG was on. It was the one where that black tar creature kills Tasha Yar. I haven't seen that show in years. I was a little shocked how lame the effects look now! Also their one-piece jumpsuit uniforms are pretty gay, and how come Troy got to wear a special uniform? OK, I know the answer to that.Quote:
Originally posted by This End Up
Nice grade school and high school stories, here is a college example;
Living in an engineering dorm, a select few would meet at 10p.m. every night for Star Trek Next Gen re-runs.
Very well, where do I begin...
I know all the details (including sidecut) of most expert skis on the market.
I was in Boy Scouts till 8th grade. My hat had more than the minimum required amount of "flair".
In high school I was on the math team (which I was very good at)
...and marching band
...and I've mentioned this on a date (whoops)
I don't need Quicken to manage my finances because I can do it all in excel.
...I know what excel is
...and I manage my finances
I've watched the Star Wars trilogy in one evening.
My first concert was 'They Might be Giants'
I once expressed my displeasure at work by leaving a sticky note showing a happy face with a line over it.
When I was in third grade my family moved, so I started mid-year in a new school. I was sitting next to the prettiest girl in class. One day my pencil fell off my desk so I bent over to pick it up and ripped off a huge fart accidentally. The pretty girl laughed her ass off. I was super embarrassed. I should have laughed too, but instead I was ashamed.
I'm fairly certain no one in my high school would even admit they knew how to play bridge, much less form a club to play.Quote:
Originally posted by Snowscraper
I was in Bridge club. Captain of Bridge for a year actually.
Now, the question is, does that trump Chess club?
(Oh that was terrible... I apologize...)
When you passed other bridge club members in the hall did you say "how's tricks?" and then laugh at your funny inside joke?
I will admit to occasionally playing bridge during my lunch hour at work now.
Let's see Latin Club, Key Club President(I know at some schools Key Club was cool, not at mine) and marching Band. I think the brief stints in Rocketry Club, Drama club and playing Dungeons & Dragons didn't help the coolness fator either.
My "cool" friends hated me being in the marching band so much. I remember at one football game I got totally abused by them.
I'm marching out to do the halftime show and suddenly I hear my friend Rhino say "There he is get him". Next thing I see are about 30 beer and soda cans flying at me. Luckily they only hit my drum and not me. It's good I threw kick ass keg parites and played hockey or I would have spent a lot of Saturday nights at home.
That's painful man. In 4th grade we had this mean, mean, ugly, bitch of an art teacher. I clearly remember her telling someone to "hold it and wait". Well, my turn at the 'I gotta go' feeling comes one day. I'm shy and reserved and there's no way I'm suffering the wrath of this bitch. I hold it as long as I can, but can't make it to the end of class. It's quite evident that I really did have to go, because I leave quite the puddle on the floor. The bitch asks me why I didn't ask to go and weeping I say "because I knew you wouldn't let me go". I hope the bitch felt terrible.Quote:
first week of third grade, in a new school...
Up until 1st grade I always felt there was no good reason to stand up and piss. I always felt that sitting down to take a piss was pretty effortless, and hey, the fact of the matter was that I was getting to relieve my bladder; everything else was secondary. Anyway, the time comes where you gotta be like everybody else, so I opt to use a urinal. Well, one problem, I didn't quite grasp the whole not needing to pull your pants down to take a piss, and well, that's what I do; right down to my ankles. I had to talk to the guidance counselor about it and learn about how it wasn't necessary to do this. Luckily there was one other kid who did this and he was a REAL GEEK, the attention-whore type. Right up through high school people remember him doing it, but no one remembers I did too. Phewww . I guess the moral of the story is that it can be ok to be a geek, you just have to be less of a geek than someone else.
sheeyit the d-day nick name is a decent geek story too,Quote:
Originally posted by tuffy109
so D-Day, you're a man now?
my 2nd year in Aspen ( post grad geek) My buddy & I decide to dive into the dykes @ snowmasss the first day they opened ( friday Dec 13th) of course we have to fduck the rope on the high entry. flyin on the back seat of my 204's I hit a gang of rocks tumble & smack my head so bad I crushed a part of my skull.
ski down to the bottom gushin blood & get airlifted to grand junction to get ti plates attatched to hold the compressed part of the skull in place.
had a great haircut with staples for weeks & ended up being the first guy most of anyone knew wearing a helmet.
I of course got the grey "shorty" ( after wreckin my first one) that looked like a nazi war helmet.
d-day
oh &tuff one I became a man when I convinced a girl to give me my first blow job in sugarhouse park right before the sprinklers came on..........
...and choir, and orchestra...Quote:
Originally posted by shmerham
...and marching band
My first concert was 'They Might be Giants'
And my first concert was Amy Grant. My parents wouldn't let me see Billy Joel with my friends (and their parents) because that would have been too crazy. :rolleyes:
Little kids do this all the time, don't be so hard on yourself. OK, most of them are three, not seven, but you gotta learn sometime!Quote:
Originally posted by shmerham
Anyway, the time comes where you gotta be like everybody else, so I opt to use a urinal. Well, one problem, I didn't quite grasp the whole not needing to pull your pants down to take a piss, and well, that's what I do; right down to my ankles.
I still do it @ concerts for a good laugherQuote:
Originally posted by The AD
Little kids do this all the time, don't be so hard on yourself. OK, most of them are three, not seven, but you gotta learn sometime!
This is a whole other thread: bodily function horror stories.Quote:
Originally posted by The AD
When I was in third grade my family moved, so I started mid-year in a new school. I was sitting next to the prettiest girl in class. One day my pencil fell off my desk so I bent over to pick it up and ripped off a huge fart accidentally. The pretty girl laughed her ass off. I was super embarrassed. I should have laughed too, but instead I was ashamed.
But yeah, I woulda laughed too. Wouldn't it have been great if she let one go too while she was laughing at you? Instant karma.
:D
Sprite
bump for the geeks :cool:
l0ser: Hi Nick, um something's wrong with my computer can you take a look?
Nick Burns: Oh sure....yeah, I've got some parts from an Atari 2600 out back, I can fix it <snicker-snicker>.
Nick Burns, your companies computer guy!
Amen to that! God bless John Fey, Devlin Malin and a guy named Anton at my old school. They kept the rest of us geeks from getting the full brunt of everyone else's abuses.Quote:
Originally posted by shmerham
I guess the moral of the story is that it can be ok to be a geek, you just have to be less of a geek than someone else.
This thread brings back loads of memories, like:
- The fist concert I went to was a Yes concert (for thier Big Generator Tour - WAY after their prime when they might have been cool in the '70s)
- The first record I bought was Men At Work "Business as Ususal"
- The second record I bought was Men at Work "Cargo"
- The first tape I bought was Scritti Politti "Cupid and Psyche"
- By my senior year, I had all the lines from Monty Python and the Holy Grail memorized. One of my nerdy friends and I could trade dialog for the whole movie.
- I had one of those teachers that made you "hold it" in 3rd grade. I crapped my pants while running for the bathroom at breakneck speed at the start of one recess. I hid in the bathroom for a long, long time until one of the hall monitors (some student's mother that volunteered time at the school) was sent looking for me. I was sent home early for the day. The teacher may have had a talking to with her superiors after that incident, because she started letting us go during class after that.
- I was a Boy Scout, but quit after I got to First Class.
- I got very into science fiction in middle school. I read all of Issac Asimov's "Foundation" series by 8th Grade, loads of Kurt Vonnegut and Phillip K. Dick. I even had a subscription to OMNI magazine for a year.
I admit it: I was in band too (classical, marching, jazz). But we were actually good. I was a hybrid soccer jock band geek in junior high and high school. Don't ask me how, but it worked.
This is some damn fine reading. I don't have much to add (for better or worse), but I've got the goods on lph for the right price ;).
In the 7th grade, we are sitting at lunch, and I reach for my friends drink when he is turned around and rip a huge fart right next to the girl, I've been wanting to "go with". She laughs, I laugh really nervously, and Chad M@&(&#!@) sitting across to be goes into fits of laughter, basically alughing uncontrollably, and manages to shit his pants. He's wearing jean shorts and runs out of the cafeteria with it trailing down.
No one remembered me farting.
I had to have my nose packed with gauze after falling asleep in Chemistry class and smacking my face into one of those giant black lab desks.
this threa is LMAO funny.
best NSR thread since unsmart things done
CaddyDaddy...my stomach hurts after reading your post! LMAO!
Sprite
My first concert was Kansas! :eek:Quote:
[i]Originally posted by Ubersheist [*]The fist concert I went to was a Yes concert (for thier Big Generator Tour - WAY after their prime when they might have been cool in the '70s)
But really, that's not the scariest part. The scariest part is I went with BOTH my parents (who are not "cool" as far as meaning "hip" in any way). And the ganja was burnin' the minute we got there. So my dad is like "Oh, I'm so glad we went w/ you. I KNEW it was going to be a haven for pot-smoking and debauchery." Hell yes it was.
The upshot is my dad (who happens to be a Deacon) spent most of the concert having a heart-to-heart w/ two teenaged boys who were smokin' a doob while I attempted not to die of embarrassment. They ended up crying, throwing away their pot, and hugging my dad saying what a great guy he was, and thanks for caring about them, etc. At the time, I did not appreciate this. Not one little bit. Nope!
:mad:
Sprite
So you know all those times that you go to a Major League Baseball game as a kid and bring your baseball glove to catch fly balls? No matter where you sit? And not a ball comes withing 4 sections of where you are sitting?
Well, I'm at a Mets game sitting behind the dugouts on the third base line and the game is boring as hell. 1 - 0 game with the only run being scored in the top of the 8th.. so, I'm totally not paying attention.... people watching, etc. The person I'm there with is sitting to my left, so I am talking to her and totally not watching the game.
All of a sudden - CRACK! Didn't turn to look or anything. Boring game and all. Then I started seeing all the people around me stand up. Still don't think anything of it. Finally, one yells "FOUL BALL!!!!" I turn and look up and it is sky high and dropping right towards my section.
I sit there and stare. Completely frozen and fixated on that ball. The thing is coming right towards me. I think "somebody else will get it", "damn, I don't wanna get up", and "if that ball hits the concrete under me, it is going to bounc up and destroy me."
I don't move.
It hits me square on the thigh and bounces back about 8 rows.
I didn't even flinch nor spill a drop of my beer.
Did I mention this happened two weeks ago?
Yup, still a geek.