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Unfortunately, I got a detention.
( I was in computer class (actually it just ended) and the teacher gave me a detention for it ( which is total bullsh*t, because I paid at the beginning of the year to access the internet ( my teacher is an idiot)))
( I was in computer class (actually it just ended) and the teacher gave me a detention for it ( which is total bullsh*t, because I paid at the beginning of the year to access the internet ( my teacher is an idiot)))
"Explanation is not an escape from suffering."
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ChoChiyo
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Fortunately, I have a voodoo doll and a toenail clipping from your teacher, and he/she will pay.....
That is bullsh*t. That's control freakism.
What do you have to do for detention? Stay after school?
That is bullsh*t. That's control freakism.
What do you have to do for detention? Stay after school?
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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Fortunately....well, I can't see a fortunate side to this.....
As in a Saturday detention? I used to monitor those from 8 till noon. It sucked. I used to bring the kids orange juice and donuts.
I think I'd speak to this teacher about this and gently
remind him that you paid for the privilege.
ARG.
Perhaps he could be keelhauled. Or kiss the bosun's daughter....
As in a Saturday detention? I used to monitor those from 8 till noon. It sucked. I used to bring the kids orange juice and donuts.
I think I'd speak to this teacher about this and gently
ARG.
Perhaps he could be keelhauled. Or kiss the bosun's daughter....
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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ChoChiyo
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Fortunately, I can write the essay for you.
Though if you turned it in, you might have saturday detention for hte rest of your life.
No, I think you need to talk to the teacher about this. That is WAY excessive for going on the internet (which you have paid for). Or else talk to the dean of students or principal.
A punishment like that should be reserved for kids who tell the teacher to F*** off or break windows or spit in the lunch lady's hair.
No, I think you need to talk to the teacher about this. That is WAY excessive for going on the internet (which you have paid for). Or else talk to the dean of students or principal.
A punishment like that should be reserved for kids who tell the teacher to F*** off or break windows or spit in the lunch lady's hair.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Unfortunately, I can't wear a few shirts that would get my teachers mad ( or make them laugh).
The new principal is from Alaska, so there's a lot of reasons my friends and I have though of, that wouldn't be appropriate to post in here.
The new principal is from Alaska, so there's a lot of reasons my friends and I have though of, that wouldn't be appropriate to post in here.
"Explanation is not an escape from suffering."
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ChoChiyo
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Fortunately, he is probably going to go back there to visit, and it is possible a polar bear will eat him.
Then he will be gone and you can wear your shirts all you want.
Then he will be gone and you can wear your shirts all you want.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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ChoChiyo
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Fortunately, he doesn't frequent this forum. So as long as it's not death threats or something hideously vulgar, you can pretty much say what you want.
My ex-boss, B.J. is a FREAK and a LOSER. (See, I say what I want about him.) He is also MEAN and ARROGANT and SELF-ABSORBED and has DELUSIONS OF ADEQUACY.
Ahh. That felt good.
My ex-boss, B.J. is a FREAK and a LOSER. (See, I say what I want about him.) He is also MEAN and ARROGANT and SELF-ABSORBED and has DELUSIONS OF ADEQUACY.
Ahh. That felt good.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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ChoChiyo
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Fortunately we all get over our issues eventually. Or else someone kills us. Ha ha.
I used to have a HORRIBLE temper. No kidding. I would totally tweak on people.
Now, I almost never get mad, and if I do, I never lose control.
I used to have a HORRIBLE temper. No kidding. I would totally tweak on people.
Now, I almost never get mad, and if I do, I never lose control.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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Fortunately, this is better than punching a person. But only punch soft inanimate objects like pillows and cushions. Not walls. That's painful and not good for the bones in your hands.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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ChoChiyo
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Fortunately, I never punch anything. Though I have slammed my open hand down on my desk top a couple of times. It makes a very satisfying smacking noise and gets everyone's attention.
Heh heh.
Once when I taught in the public schools, I kicked the bottom of a kid's desk. He had loosened the bolts that held it to the frame. I kicked it good and hard because I had asked him several times to be quiet and face the front, and he was totally upside down with the top of his head resting on the desk of the person behind him.
I wanted to scare the fecal matter out of him with a loud bang.
Instead, when I kicked the underside of the desktop, it flew off the frame and sailed through the air over the heads of all the kids in the row.
That was one of my low-lights of my teaching career.
(It was pretty funny though)
Heh heh.
Once when I taught in the public schools, I kicked the bottom of a kid's desk. He had loosened the bolts that held it to the frame. I kicked it good and hard because I had asked him several times to be quiet and face the front, and he was totally upside down with the top of his head resting on the desk of the person behind him.
I wanted to scare the fecal matter out of him with a loud bang.
Instead, when I kicked the underside of the desktop, it flew off the frame and sailed through the air over the heads of all the kids in the row.
That was one of my low-lights of my teaching career.
(It was pretty funny though)
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go