I won my elamentary skhools spelling bee when I was in 5th grade :smile:
I think ever since then it has gone downnhill.
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I won my elamentary skhools spelling bee when I was in 5th grade :smile:
I think ever since then it has gone downnhill.
A $50 Savings Bond from the 3rd Grade raffle.
In like 1963 or 1964, my mom and I were christmas shopping right about this time of the month and stopped at the local hadware store which had a ski section about ten by ten feet big in the windows. There, in the big plate glass window, was a package for skis, boots, and poles. I begged my mom to please get me the skis for christmas. She took me in, had the guy size me for boots, skis, and poles and bought that set up for me right on the spot. I still remember how much that package for skis, boots, and poles cost.
$19.95
What's even cooler. While up at Hood this summmer and fall working on the Bros, I'd stop by and visit her, dragging TeleRob and Vets along, and thank her for that christmas gift.
I vomited up a blinking eye.
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Originally Posted by str8line
There's 3 L's.
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Originally Posted by splat
That's beautiful.
Threw up in the center of the 5th grade pod durring western day, the school's tacos gave me food poisoning :fm:
I broke my own nose twice before I was five, once with a plate and once riding a stuffed animal down our stairs, he stayed up top I went down.
I lived next to the town rope tow and from seven till I was about thirteen went skiing every night after dinner and homework. That was pretty cool, wish I could do that now.
i busted my nose too! "Cracked" was the official word from the doc..
the ski area had the awesome idea to do a night activity of rafting..not down a river mind you. . but down the mountain. . . so they got the cats out and built up this 6 foot wall of snow at the bottom to stop the rafts.
the first raft goes down without a hitch. then my raft goes. and instead of stopping we JUMPED the 6 foot mound of snow. the last thing i remembered was seeing my feet against the twinkling stars in the night sky and the raft being off to the right of my field of vision. the next thing i know i feel myself being rolled over and my friend saying "her nose is bleeding" and the ski patrol wiping my face.
i was ten. and kind of bummed they couldnt put a cast on my nose for when i went back to school.
umm...otherwise i won a coloring contest once at Baskin Robbins. i think i was 7.
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Originally Posted by str8line
Splat = soul
Puking at school was the best! I was in 3rd grade, the class was quiet, it was after recess, and I started feeling sick. I went up front and quietly told Mrs. Campbell. She said I could go to the nurse's office. I walked to the door, opened it and puked before I walked out. I turned around and the whole class was staring at me. Brilliant.Quote:
Originally Posted by Droopy
Not really sure this is "cool shit," but....
When I was about 10 or 11, I was staying the weekend at my grandmother's. I was just about to go to bed when she called me to her room. She told me that her chest was hurting, and she was about to pass out. I called 911, and talked to the operator as my grandmother layed there having a heart attack. She passed out just as the paramedics walked through the door. At the time I really didn't think anything of it, but looking back I'm pretty proud of having a part in saving her life.
I won a drawing contest when I was in like 3rd grade and got my drawing plastered on the front of the holiday greeting card made by some company ala hallmark. It was kinda cool. Still have a couple of em.
Mine is actually a little more glamourous than puking in elementary school.....
I was spotted by a talent scout for a model/actor manager and became a child actor at age 10. I did a few commercials and mag spreads with my no front teeth smile. I did a Tylenol commercial which actually aired so i had my little fame. All the 11 year old chicks were all over me on the playground, it ruled!
Since then it has all gone downhill from there....i guess i peaked too early...
I spotted a fire in the grass lots across the street from my parent's apartment when I was 4-5. Ran inside and called 911. The Memphis FD showed up and doused what was surely just a tiny fire, but I got to get on the firetruck and got an ((official)) fireman's hat and badge. All the firefighters told me how awesome I was.
It's been all downhill since....
I raced RC cars for 3 years when I was a kid. My second and third seasons I place top 3 overall in every class I raced (1st in the indoor classes). I couldn't have been more than 9 or 10, and was handing a bunch of old dudes their asses. They'd always try to protest or raise a fuss. I was too busy chasing girls or playing video games (indoor season) to give a shit. I had a mean pit crew too. My pops had those little fuckers dialed.
I was certain that I'd be a professional rally driver when I grew up.
In 5th or 6th grade I entered a beach voleyball tournement and my team took second, which is quite an accomplishment considering two of my three teamates couldn't put the ball over the net to save their lives.
I played church basketball in jr. High and led the league in points and fouls. If stats had been kept for rebounds I am sure I would have led the league in that as well. Of course, it was a church league so I am sure the competion wasn't very good, but still, I enjoyed it.
I never puked i school, but I sat next to a girl that pissed herself in the middle of class, if that counts.
when i was 13, my mom and i won the mother/son doubles (tennis) championship of richmond, virginia. pretty cool to be out there, battling in sports, with your mom.
when i was much younger, pre-k school young, i did my parents a favor by painting my dad's car. i used some paint that was on the shelf of the garage workbench. the paint, of course, was actually paint remover. d'oh!
One time I convinced a baby sitter that it was okay for me to eat alot of chocolate and Ice cream before bed. she seemed kind of hesitant at first, but then let me go for it. Latter that night i threw up all over the place, and scared the babysitter half to death. She called my parents and felt really really bad.
At the time, it wasnt too funny, I was puking everywhere, but now that I look back on it, that was pretty hilarious.
When I was in the second grade I had a peice of art from art class auctioned off at a charity thing. My best friends parents bought it. The best part was, it was of a skier. When I did it I had no real intention of ever skiing, but look at me now. Can we say foreshadowing...
kindergarten - told my class that my mom died, received lots of condolences up until when the principal called home and my mom answered.
- licked a slide and had my tounge stick to it, my brother was kind enough to push my off and rip open my tounge
3rd grade - started skiing
- had my gall bladder removed because it was defective
5th grade - drove a riding lawnmower into the side of my dad's truck
-hit my neighbors house on a snowmobile
7th grade - randomly passed out while walking down the hall
- won the 7th grade geography bee
- was 7th grade history student of the year
9th grade - got suspended from school for pushing my friend (lame)
- ruptured my spleen playing soccer
oddly enough all these things seem to happen on odd grades...
I won a picture contest with the cousteau society. Also busted my head up and had to get stitches about 8 times. It went downhill quickly for me.
And another time I was playin on the playground, and decided to jump from the highest spot I could find. So I did, and landed fairly good, except my tounge was sticking out, and my head hit my knee, and I bit a hole straight through my tounge. I ran with my tounge out of my mouth to the nurses office
Sticking with Crash's "messin up the neighbors house" theme, I used to hit golf balls around my yard. I would chip them off my neighbors aluminum siding and dent the hell out of it. The neighbors were elderly chinease imigrants that didn't speak a lick of english, so they were either too deaf to hear the loud "WHACK" of the golf balls, or they weren't motivated to attempt to overcome the language barrier and speak with my parents.
I also broke more garage windows then I can count with hockey balls, baseballs, wiffleballs, golfballs, footballs, tennis balls, etc. I dented the hell out of the sidding on our own house, broke tailights, and dented my parents cars.
When I was in first grade, I spilled cherry soda all over the new carpet in the family room when my mother was in the shower. She was not happy.
In high school gym class we were playing tennis. This meant we would try to aim for the cars in the parking lot. For some reason the kids with the nice cars would park right next to the tennis courts, so the game became "see who can hit the most Mustangs." On one of my better forehand attempts, the teacher apparently didn't realize that I was aiming high intentionally and she tried to tell me to keep the rackett level. Sometimes I have the habit of saying things out loud when I should just keep my mouth shut. This was one of those times. " I don't give a shit" echoed through the parking lot. She told me she was going to call my parents and made me walk the track for the rest of the class. She must have forgot because I never heard a word about it.
this one time, when i was five, i was climbing on a big rock on the beach of a deserted island in maine. i slipped and fell, face first, on to the rocks below. bled alot, got in the beached whaler with my shirt wraped around my face. my parents booked it to the next island over to the doctors house. He laid me out on his kitchen counter and put in a bunch of stitches in my chin area, with no anesthetic. my dad fainted. i still make fun of him for it...that nancy boy.
Elementary School
- First concussion while playing playground football (the endzone was the brick wall of the school)
- Second concussion from falling off a slide (my whole body went numb on that one, I didn't think that was very good)
High School
- Tipped a gravity box full of shelled corn over while driving on one of our field roads, corn spilled everywhere! Dad wasn't too upset though, he did the same thing two years earlier.
- Started our hay chopper on fire while sharpening the blades.
- Backed over a Dairy Queen drive though sign while having a snowball fight between two other vehicles. It was kind of funny, the sign stayed lit and pointed straight up. After it happend I didn't know what to do, one of my friends had the bright idea of driving away. I was driving my parents car. They got a call from the local police about the incident that same night, damn small town everyone knows everyone thing. They weren't too happy at all.
Hell, I'm practically still a kid, but I have some fond memories. I came in second in our schools spelling bee in 4th grade (school was K-8). Won the school geography bee in 5th grade and placed in the top 3 every year of middle school. I had kinda a sad life in elementary school, cuz I was the fat nerdy kid. I weigh less now that I did 6 years ago, so that sucked. Oh yeah, and a kid busted my nose with a hula-hoop in pre-K.
I was at 2nd elementary (7 yrs) and went with the class to visit the Milan City Hall. The mayor was in, answering questions from the kids. I asked whether it was true that (as I have heard many times from my mom) he never paid taxes :rolleyes: . I remember first his color: :o and then his face :mad:
I used to play football in the streets near my house. There was an office block that was elevated on columns with a plaza beneath the main building. On Sundays I used to take my football and see if I could kick it high enough to touch the ceiling. As I got older (about 8yo) and stronger, I started to hit the ceiling quite regularly. I recall really catching the ball well once and it crashed into the ceiling with some force, breaking the slats, which were made of asbestos tile. I ran off.
When I returned a week or so later with my brother, I attempted to re-enact the ceiling busting trick. I wellied the ball aloft and it smashed the tiles next to the one I'd already wrecked. Trouble was, in the intervening time since I broke the first one, a swarm of bees had decided that this secluded cubby would make a great place for their nest. The whole freaking nest came crashing down on my brother. I can still remember my mum picking beestings out of him with tweezers.
I was probably around the same age when I drove my uncle's snowmobile through his neighbor's garage door. I also hit the passenger door my mother's car with a ride-on mower.Quote:
Originally Posted by crashnburn'd
At age 3 while my mom was running inside the pizza place to pick up dinner I quickly escaped from my car seat jumped in the drivers seat, threw it in gear, and proceeded to "drive" through the front of the pizza place. The kicker was that my grandma was in the passenger seat and had zero time to react. Not to worry though, no one was injured. :p
I stuck a crayon up my nose in 1st grade and had to get it removed at the hospital.
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Originally Posted by funkendrenchman
A friend of my mothers told us a story about her daughters obsession with putting things up her nose as a toddler. For several months she had a lingering head cold, so finally they took her to the doctor. After a head x-ray, they discovered that something was blocking her nasal passage, so the doctor spent a long time trying to dig it out. He pulled one of those small sized comic books out of her nose. :eek: It had probably been up there for months.
Wow, spelling bees and car accidents. Sounds familiar. When I was three or four I put my mother's new car (an AMC Hornet) into neutral while she was in the bank. I rolled backwards into someone else's brand new Oldsmobile. To this day my folks still talk about "my first driving lesson."
I was the heavy favorite to win the second grade spelling bee. The first word I had to spell was Monday.
"Monday, m-o-n-d-a-y, Monday."
-"Wrong, TRock! You didn't say 'Capital M.'"
I was DQ'd. Nobody else received a proper noun. It was a conspiracy. I'm still pissed.
In grade 6 was on Know New Brunswick program - kind of like reach for the top but all history , 4 kids on team played all the elementary schools in city. Was even on cable TV though we had to go to somebody else's house to watch as we didn't have cable. We cleaned up. Think we beat every other team by almost doubling their score. Got a dinner with the Minister of Tourism.
Do have a puking story which is pretty good but was in early 20's. Was going through basic training and had been drilling on the parade square for a couple of hours in the hot sun. Had sucked the water fountain dry before sitting down in a class. Not to long wasn't feeling well.. Was about to ask if I could leave and then my cheeks filled up. Forced it down and went for door and ran down hall towards heads. Problem was that another platoon was on break in the hallway by the heads. I swerved several in a human obstacle course but didn't make it past number 4. Hit him hard and just exploded all over the place. A shotgun blast of watery puke. Don't know how many people I hit but it was quite a few. Quickly ran in to heads and put head in sink. Made sure head was down until they went back into class room as I knew the pukees would be pretty pissed.
Probably around first grade, 6yrs old. I remember being allowed to ride the chairlift without an adult as long as I was with this buddy of mine. Back then the chairs all had safety bars with leg rests made out of steel. We could get the bar down alright, but were not strong enough to lift it back up. We used to start about three towers from the ramp and go "one, two three..." on three we would both kick the bottom of the foot rest with the top of our boot to try to make it go up. Sometimes it took many attempts. As far as I can remember, we never failed in getting it up eventually. However, thank god for safety straps back then because I do recall many times when one of our skis would release and be hangin when we got to the ramp.
I love that early skiing memory.
Cool stuff...Let's all pile into the waaaay back machine:
Spelling Bees: 5th & 6th Grade, we had one every week. I won every week. Everytime you won, you got a certificate put up on the wall & your choice of a candy bar. "Snickers, please!" Had my name ringing the entire classroom. The last 1 of the year, we had a 4 classroom shootout. Won that too. :D
Some cooler stuff:
Meeting some of the Boston sports greats - Bobby Orr, Terry O'Reilly, Stan Johnathon, Brad Parks, John Hannah, Stanley Morgan, Sam "Bam" Cunningham and a bunch more. And THIS Pats game was my birthday present:
http://library.thinkquest.org/12590/...plow_field.jpg
I was there & in a couple different shots I've seen, you can see my Dad & I in the stands..(Not this angle, of course.. :rolleyes: )
Since it's such a cool story, here it is:
Dec. 12,1982
Patriots coach Ron Meyer wanted to steal a game, so he did the obvious thing. He called for a burglar. Convicted burglar Mark Henderson stepped forward, and literally pulled a clever snow job on the Miami Dolphins, leaving them 3 - 0 losers to New England.
Meyer buried the spirit of fair play during a blinding blizzard in Foxboro, Massachusetts, where the Dolphins and Patriots were locked in a scoreless standstill. Because of the snowstorm, neither team had even remotely threatened to score a touchdown. Each attempted a field goal that failed because of the inclement weather.
However, with 4:45 remaining, New England ground out a drive that stalled out at the Miami 16-yard line. The Patriots then called time to let kicker John Smith clear away a spot on the slick, snow-covered field for a crucial field goal attempt that could win the game.
Suddenly, a light bulb lit up in Coach Meyer's sneaky mind. "I saw John Smith on his hands and knees trying to get the snow cleared, and all of a sudden it hit me," recalled Meyer. "Why not send a snow plow out there?"
He raced down the sideline looking for the operator of the John Deere snow plow that had been clearing the yard lines during time-outs. The operator happened to be Mark Henderson, 24, who was serving a 15-year sentence for burglary at Norfolk State Prison and was on the Schaefer Stadium maintenance crew as part of a work-release program. Meyer told Henderson to clear off a spot on the field for Smith.
As you might expect of a person with his address, Henderson jumped when the command was given. He made a beautiful initial fake with the snow plow by retracing his previous path along the 20-yard line. Then, catching officials and Dolphins off guard, he swerved to his left, sweeping snow ahead of him and leaving a perfect swath of green SuperTurf between the 23- and 25-yard lines. It was the best sweep the Patriots fans had seen in years.
The Dolphins cursed and threatened Henderson. But no one stopped him. Explained defensive tackle Bob Baumhower, "I saw him coming, but what was I supposed to do? No way I'm going to take on a plow."
When play resumed, Smith planted his foot squarely in the path cleared by Henderson and kicked a game-winning 33-yard field goal.
The Dolphins cried foul, insisting the snow plow play was illegal. But the term "illegal" meant something quite different to the team than it did to Henderson, the convicted burglar. "What were they gonna do?" he said afterward. "Put me in jail?"
At 4 or 5 I was hit by a car speeding down my residential street and had a skull fracture, or something. All I know is that they took me to the ER at fucla. Had I known any better, I would have insisted on County-USC.
At 6 I (my mom, really) was invited to not return to the Catholic school where I attended first grade. Public school thereafter for my sister and me. Mom later said it was probably the best thing I ever did in school.
At 7 or 8 a friend and I set an overgrown vacant lot on fire. Never got busted.
At 7, I won the young boys athletic decathalon at summer camp.
At 8, my sister and me were royal terrors when we spent a summer in, then, communist Romania. The kids there had no idea what to make of those American brats.
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Dec. 12,1982
Patriots coach Ron Meyer wanted to steal a game, so he did the obvious thing. He called for a burglar. Convicted burglar Mark Henderson stepped forward, and literally pulled a clever snow job on the Miami Dolphins, leaving them 3 - 0 losers to New England.
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I was at that game! Such a classic.
I was very young, so young I actually don't remember this. But I am told my Mom and I were at the post-office and I told her I had to go to the bathroom. She was busy talking to my aunt who worked at the post-office, and I told her again that I had to go. A few minutes later someone else walks into the post-office and asks my Mom "is that was your kid peeing off the front steps of the post-office"? To this day I'm still anti-government.
in elementary school we put all kinds of random shit in my buddies milk carton at lunch.....cookies, tomato sauce, meat, yogurt, cheese, lemonade, fruit....then closed it up with a straw sticking out and said "Drink up AJ!".....he took a long sip and then booted all over and started to chase me around the lunchroom while puking.....good times
i also ate my sisters pet catepiller, a nerf football, those packets that say "do not eat", and some thumbtacks.....the people at poison control became friends with my mom....that was cool