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chrisintempe
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quote:Originally posted by ChrisInTempe
quote:Originally posted by babun
quote:Originally posted by Wrangler
quote:Originally posted by babun
I regret nothing I did in my life.
I only regret the things I didn't do.
So, what do you regret that you didn't do?
I'll give you one....
Not Smacking the ever living shxxxt out of my 7th grade Spanish teacher.
He gave me a balling out for being late to his class.{He thought he was the most important thing in the school}.
My older brother was leaving to go to Viet Nam, And me and family were at the airport seeing him off.
Huh, how bout that... A Spanish teacher you say?
A curious thing. I got my 12th grade Spanish teacher fired. Booted off the school grounds on the spot. Walked out to her car and given the heave ho while the entire class was back in the room wondering what in the heck was going on. It's a very long story, I'll not bore anyone with it. Must say though it was rather satisfying.
Sooo.... not a regret really.
Don't tend to share those.
Just because you might believe something like a fuzzy storytale different than others you should be nice about it.
Just thought you might want to read this below [;)]
show respect for each other, just as you would if the other parties were guests in your home
maybe pretend they are standing in front of you before you speak [:0]
IMO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAMQGIx3JKk
Did she...you know.....[:0][:D]
Any other time you cant get him to STFU.
[:D]
maybe he is busy googling it
Any other time you cant get him to STFU.
LO freekin'L [:D]
quote:Originally posted by dennisnielsen
Any other time you cant get him to STFU.
LO freekin'L [:D]
LTM,Q
Anyway ...
quote:Originally posted by 1911a1-fan
ok fess up, you cant drop a bomb like that without details [;)]
...
Didn't really think it much of a bomb ... but okay.
quote:Originally posted by Dads3040
I Agree. Not cool to hint at such a good story and then leave us hanging.
Did she...you know.....[:0][:D]
Nope. Not my type. Not on a bad day and six shots in, no sirree. Beer Goggles that massive would crush a man to death or drown him, which ever came first.
quote:Originally posted by fishkiller41
Is it safe to assume that you,to this day,do not speak Spanish?
Correct. For the sake of Irony though, it would have proved useful 20 years later when I took work in South America.
quote:Originally posted by 1911a1-fan
btt
First I saw of this thread, took a while to get home from work and pay it any real attention...
So...
We moved many times, saw many schools in my youth. As for high school, I went to a seriously lousy one. Which was for me meant seriously boring. They had nothing to teach me and it pissed me off. No challenges, I learned more from the books on my parent's shelves. Worse than that I'd learned it before ever arriving in that miserable excuse for a school.
By the 11th grade I wanted out so I could go after an education without their help. That wasn't possible at first but eventually the school system's own screw-ups provided the ammunition.
There was a language requirement and a couple of hundred students had been wrongly advised. As in not told to pick a language, two years required and there was less than two years remaining. An arrangement was made to bring in additional language teachers. Then all the kids who had been wrongly advised were told to pick a language and their class schedules would be re-worked mid-semester.
I didn't want a language. Zero interest. But left no option I asked which was the easiest one. The languages offered were Spanish, Italian, German and French.
The adviser paused a moment, looked at some papers and without looking at me said "French. It's the easiest for an English speaker to learn".
So, first day in French class I'm sitting there and this teacher walks in and gives a little welcoming speech. First thing he says is how proud he is of all of us for volunteering for one of the hardest languages for an English speaker to learn when we all had easier choices available.
I mean he said that, just exactly that. The very opposite of what the adviser said.
So I raised my hand, stood up and said "Excuse me, but I was tricked into this class, lied to. So I will quietly sit back here and not bother anyone and just read my Guns & Ammo but I am not going to learn French when I was told it was the easiest language to learn".
He was kind of stunned and said "Uh, no it really isn't".
For the next week I was on-time, put my name on the quiz sheets and wrote "I was lied to and I'm not taking this class". I read my magazines. Guns, Guns & Ammo, Field & Stream, maybe some of my father's old west magazines. I was never into comics at any age.
So I get called into the office. They let me out of the class. Said something would be worked out and I'm told to sign into a study hall session every day instead.
In which they showed a movie. They had a reel of Patton. Not the entire film, just the first reel. I think I saw it 37 times before the next event in this little tale.
Along comes another call to the advising office. They came up with a special language class for kids they could not fit into classes before. I politely point out that I was fit into one just fine, it was the lying not the fitting that was the problem. This is ignored, okay.
This time it is Spanish and several people assure me it is the easiest to learn of those they offered.
First day of class I give it a fair chance. I am sitting center row up front. The teacher is a little late. A large woman enters, I mean it'd be a bit of a hike to walk around her. She slams a stack of folders onto her desk. The room is quiet but she loudly orders everyone to stand up, walk out into the hall and wait for our names to be called.
This is a crowded class, solidly packed. Takes a while for her to point each student at a seat. She has it all charted out. Finally we are all seated again. She now explains herself.
She has reviewed all of our student records. She knows the sort of students we are. She says the center rows are for good hard working students she knows will do well. The rows by the door she is unsure of but is willing to try teaching them. For the students by the window rows she has special instructions.
"You are not worth my time. You are lazy and worthless as students. Put your name on the tests, turn them in and do not bother the other students who are here to learn. You are at the windows because it is nearer where you want to be so I hope the distraction will keep you occupied".
Well, I'm in the window row. All the way to the back of the window row. I stand up, she reacts instantly and orders me to "SIT DOWN!".
I say nothing and calmly walk out past her as she hollers and go straight to the office. They know me there by this time. I tell the principle exactly what I just told you people. I do not think I was entirely believed at first. But they'd had some experience with me before and I think I was not entirely disbelieved either.
The class time is nearly over anyway so the principle holds us all in the class. Interviews the teacher in the hall way. Talks to some of the other kids.
Next thing we know the principle tells us the teacher no longer works there and the class is canceled. We all have a Study Hall instead. Someone asks "You mean you fired her?". Another kid says "Hey look she's in the parking lot!". Sure enough the woman is getting into her car and leaving. One of the office staff is helping carry out a box of papers. Right then and there.
It was my proudest moment in high school. Not then really, back then I was annoyed, pissed off and just flat disgusted. But years later, the moment grew on me.
I went on to quit high school in November of my senior year. There were plenty of other reasons. Other lies and acts of incompetence on the school district's part. Failures to perform to promises. Refusal to let me into vocational programs that were available and had openings. They even called my employer to get me canned from the job I went to after school. With which I aided in supporting the family. The lousy Rat Bastids.
I left with a GPA of 3.92 and their promise that if I stayed to the end of the 12th I would graduate with my class and get my diploma. All I had to do was show up and be present, no work required. I told them they were insulting my intelligence and wasting my time. I wanted no paper so worthless and devoid of personal honor as the one they offered me.
I wanted an education. They were incapable of providing it. So, I tested my way into college, worked my way through college. Earned my degrees while working full time in what factory jobs I could find and paid off my student loans all by myself. It would have been easier if I'd played along back in that place of lower learning, but I feel good about how I went about it.
I do hope this retelling was adequately boring, as promised.
used more words and attached
some really big pictures.
Because a small number of people here know me personally I sometimes hear about posts I missed.
Anyway ...
quote:Originally posted by 1911a1-fan
ok fess up, you cant drop a bomb like that without details [;)]
...
Didn't really think it much of a bomb ... but okay.
quote:Originally posted by Dads3040
I Agree. Not cool to hint at such a good story and then leave us hanging.
Did she...you know.....[:0][:D]
Nope. Not my type. Not on a bad day and six shots in, no sirree. Beer Goggles that massive would crush a man to death or drown him, which ever came first.
quote:Originally posted by fishkiller41
Is it safe to assume that you,to this day,do not speak Spanish?
Correct. For the sake of Irony though, it would have proved useful 20 years later when I took work in South America.
quote:Originally posted by 1911a1-fan
btt
First I saw of this thread, took a while to get home from work and pay it any real attention...
So...
We moved many times, saw many schools in my youth. As for high school, I went to a seriously lousy one. Which was for me meant seriously boring. They had nothing to teach me and it pissed me off. No challenges, I learned more from the books on my parent's shelves. Worse than that I'd learned it before ever arriving in that miserable excuse for a school.
By the 11th grade I wanted out so I could go after an education without their help. That wasn't possible at first but the school system's own screw-ups provided the ammunition eventually.
There was a language requirement and a couple of hundred students had been wrongly advised. As in not told to pick a language, two years required and there was less than two years remaining. An arrangement was made to bring in additional language teachers. Then all the kids who had been wrongly advised were told to pick a language and their class schedules would be re-worked mid-semester.
I didn't want a language. Zero interest. But left no option I asked which was the easiest one. The languages offered were Spanish, Italian, German and French.
The adviser paused a moment, looked at some papers and without looking at me said "French. It's the easiest for an English speaker to learn".
So, first day in French class I'm sitting there and this teacher walks in and gives a little welcoming speech. First thing he says is how proud he is of all of us for volunteering for one of the hardest languages for an English speaker to learn when we all had easier choices available.
I mean he said that, just exactly that. The very opposite of what the adviser said.
So I raised my hand, stood up and said "Excuse me, but I was tricked into this class, lied to. So I will quietly sit back here and not bother anyone and just read my Guns & Ammo but I am not going to learn French when I was told it was the easiest language to learn".
He was kind of stunned and said "Uh, no it really isn't".
For the next week I was on-time, put my name on the quiz sheets and wrote "I was lied to and I'm not taking this class". I read my magazines. Guns, Guns & Ammo, Field & Stream, maybe some of my father's old west magazines. I was never into comics at any age.
So I get called into the office. They let me out of the class. Said something would be worked out and I'm told to sign into a study hall session every day instead.
In which they showed a movie. They had a reel of Patton. Not the entire film, just the first reel. I think I saw it 37 times before the next event in this little tale.
Along comes another call to the advising office. They came up with a special language class for kids they could not fit into classes before. I politely point out that I was fit into one just fine, it was the oying not the fitting that was the problem. This is ignored, okay.
This time it is Spanish and several people assure me it is the easiest to learn of those they offered.
First day of class I give it a fair chance. I am sitting center row up front. The teacher is a little late. A large woman enters, I mean it'd be a bit of a hike to walk around her. She slams a stack of folders onto her desk. The room is quiet but she loudly orders everyone to stand up, walk out into the hall and wait for our names to be called.
This is a crowded class, solidly packed. Takes a while for her to point each student at a seat. She has it all charted out. Finally we are all seated again. She now explains herself.
She has reviewed all of our student records. She knows the sort of students we are. She says the center rows are for good hard working students she knows will do well. The rows by the door she is unsure of but is willing to try teaching them. For the students by the window rows she has special instructions.
"You are not worth my time. You are lazy and worthless as students. Put your name on the tests, turn them in and do not bother the other students who are here to learn. You are at the windows because it is nearer where you want to be so I hope the distraction will keep you occupied".
Well, I'm in the window row. All the way to the back of the window row. I stand up, she reacts instantly and orders me to "SIT DOWN!".
I say nothing and calmly walk out past her as she hollers and go straight to the office. They know me there by this time. I tell the principle exactly what I just told you people. I do not think I was entirely believed at first. But they'd had some experience with me before and I think I was not entirely disbelieved either.
The class time is nearly over anyway so the principle holds us all in the class. Interviews the teacher in the hall way. Talks to some of the other kids.
Next thing we know the principle tells us the teacher no longer works there and the class is canceled. We all have a Study Hall instead. Someone asks "You mean you fired her?". Another kid says "Hey look she's in the parking lot!". Sure enough the woman is getting into her car and leaving. One of the office staff is helping carry out a box of papers. Right then and there.
It was my proudest moment in high school. Not then really, back then I was annoyed, pissed off and just flat disgusted. But years later, the moment grew on me.
I went on to quit high school in November of my senior year. There were plenty of other reasons. Other lies and acts of incompetence on the school district's part. Failures to perform to promises. Refusal to let me into vocational programs that were available and had openings. They even called my employer to get me canned from the job I went to after school. With which I aided in supporting the family. The lousy Rat Bastids.
I left with a GPA of 3.92 and their promise that if I stayed to the end of the 12th I would graduate with my class and get my diploma. All I had to do was show up and be present, no work required. I told them they were insulting my intelligence and wasting my time. I wanted no paper so worthless and devoid of personal honor as the one they offered me.
I wanted an education. They were incapable of providing it. So, I tested my way into college, worked my way through college. Earned my degrees while working full time in what factory jobs I could find and paid off my student loans all by myself. It would have been easier if I'd played along back in that place of lower learning, but I feel good about how I went about it.
I do hope this retelling was adequately boring, as promised.
No worries there.
Because a small number of people here know me personally I sometimes hear about posts I missed.
Anyway ...
quote:Originally posted by 1911a1-fan
ok fess up, you cant drop a bomb like that without details [;)]
...
Didn't really think it much of a bomb ... but okay.
quote:Originally posted by Dads3040
I Agree. Not cool to hint at such a good story and then leave us hanging.
Did she...you know.....[:0][:D]
Nope. Not my type. Not on a bad day and six shots in, no sirree. Beer Goggles that massive would crush a man to death or drown him, which ever came first.
quote:Originally posted by fishkiller41
Is it safe to assume that you,to this day,do not speak Spanish?
Correct. For the sake of Irony though, it would have proved useful 20 years later when I took work in South America.
quote:Originally posted by 1911a1-fan
btt
First I saw of this thread, took a while to get home from work and pay it any real attention...
So...
We moved many times, saw many schools in my youth. As for high school, I went to a seriously lousy one. Which was for me meant seriously boring. They had nothing to teach me and it pissed me off. No challenges, I learned more from the books on my parent's shelves. Worse than that I'd learned it before ever arriving in that miserable excuse for a school.
By the 11th grade I wanted out so I could go after an education without their help. That wasn't possible at first but eventually the school system's own screw-ups provided the ammunition.
There was a language requirement and a couple of hundred students had been wrongly advised. As in not told to pick a language, two years required and there was less than two years remaining. An arrangement was made to bring in additional language teachers. Then all the kids who had been wrongly advised were told to pick a language and their class schedules would be re-worked mid-semester.
I didn't want a language. Zero interest. But left no option I asked which was the easiest one. The languages offered were Spanish, Italian, German and French.
The adviser paused a moment, looked at some papers and without looking at me said "French. It's the easiest for an English speaker to learn".
So, first day in French class I'm sitting there and this teacher walks in and gives a little welcoming speech. First thing he says is how proud he is of all of us for volunteering for one of the hardest languages for an English speaker to learn when we all had easier choices available.
I mean he said that, just exactly that. The very opposite of what the adviser said.
So I raised my hand, stood up and said "Excuse me, but I was tricked into this class, lied to. So I will quietly sit back here and not bother anyone and just read my Guns & Ammo but I am not going to learn French when I was told it was the easiest language to learn".
He was kind of stunned and said "Uh, no it really isn't".
For the next week I was on-time, put my name on the quiz sheets and wrote "I was lied to and I'm not taking this class". I read my magazines. Guns, Guns & Ammo, Field & Stream, maybe some of my father's old west magazines. I was never into comics at any age.
So I get called into the office. They let me out of the class. Said something would be worked out and I'm told to sign into a study hall session every day instead.
In which they showed a movie. They had a reel of Patton. Not the entire film, just the first reel. I think I saw it 37 times before the next event in this little tale.
Along comes another call to the advising office. They came up with a special language class for kids they could not fit into classes before. I politely point out that I was fit into one just fine, it was the lying not the fitting that was the problem. This is ignored, okay.
This time it is Spanish and several people assure me it is the easiest to learn of those they offered.
First day of class I give it a fair chance. I am sitting center row up front. The teacher is a little late. A large woman enters, I mean it'd be a bit of a hike to walk around her. She slams a stack of folders onto her desk. The room is quiet but she loudly orders everyone to stand up, walk out into the hall and wait for our names to be called.
This is a crowded class, solidly packed. Takes a while for her to point each student at a seat. She has it all charted out. Finally we are all seated again. She now explains herself.
She has reviewed all of our student records. She knows the sort of students we are. She says the center rows are for good hard working students she knows will do well. The rows by the door she is unsure of but is willing to try teaching them. For the students by the window rows she has special instructions.
"You are not worth my time. You are lazy and worthless as students. Put your name on the tests, turn them in and do not bother the other students who are here to learn. You are at the windows because it is nearer where you want to be so I hope the distraction will keep you occupied".
Well, I'm in the window row. All the way to the back of the window row. I stand up, she reacts instantly and orders me to "SIT DOWN!".
I say nothing and calmly walk out past her as she hollers and go straight to the office. They know me there by this time. I tell the principle exactly what I just told you people. I do not think I was entirely believed at first. But they'd had some experience with me before and I think I was not entirely disbelieved either.
The class time is nearly over anyway so the principle holds us all in the class. Interviews the teacher in the hall way. Talks to some of the other kids.
Next thing we know the principle tells us the teacher no longer works there and the class is canceled. We all have a Study Hall instead. Someone asks "You mean you fired her?". Another kid says "Hey look she's in the parking lot!". Sure enough the woman is getting into her car and leaving. One of the office staff is helping carry out a box of papers. Right then and there.
It was my proudest moment in high school. Not then really, back then I was annoyed, pissed off and just flat disgusted. But years later, the moment grew on me.
I went on to quit high school in November of my senior year. There were plenty of other reasons. Other lies and acts of incompetence on the school district's part. Failures to perform to promises. Refusal to let me into vocational programs that were available and had openings. They even called my employer to get me canned from the job I went to after school. With which I aided in supporting the family. The lousy Rat Bastids.
I left with a GPA of 3.92 and their promise that if I stayed to the end of the 12th I would graduate with my class and get my diploma. All I had to do was show up and be present, no work required. I told them they were insulting my intelligence and wasting my time. I wanted no paper so worthless and devoid of personal honor as the one they offered me.
I wanted an education. They were incapable of providing it. So, I tested my way into college, worked my way through college. Earned my degrees while working full time in what factory jobs I could find and paid off my student loans all by myself. It would have been easier if I'd played along back in that place of lower learning, but I feel good about how I went about it.
I do hope this retelling was adequately boring, as promised.
Very Good...Story [^] Now the real...Story [:o)]