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hannahrochelle:
--- Quote from: Cartilage Head on 15 Jan 2008, 22:33 ---
--- Quote from: hannahrochelle on 10 Jan 2008, 21:20 ---Karen Ellis, my Health, PE and Dance elective teacher went to jail for having sex with a boy in my year level in Year 10 (4 years ago). It made headlines.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/National/Tearful-teacher-jailed-for-sex-with-boy-15/2005/05/05/1115092602035.html
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Holy dang, about 3 years ago we had a teacher named Mr. Ellis who got busted for sexin' up some teenaged girls!
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Haha, I wonder if they were related?
Dissy:
I was the loner kid until highschool because I got shuffled around a bit during most of my school career. Because I hated the public schools, I worked full time in the summers to pay for my tution to attend catholic school. We were by no-means poor, but the extra tuition would have prevented my parents fom finishing their Master's. Because of some school official tool, other kids found out about me paying my own way through school and tormented me. Needless to say, I got in my share of fights.
One time in at my lovely Catholic eighth grade, I got into several fist fights over the course of a day with another boy, this was the second or third day. The whole thing started because he said something about hurting my lil sister. At the end of the day, we were standing about 3 meters apart yelling violent threats at each other. He finally threatened to rape my sister, and I told him that he couldn't get it up, turned on my heel and announced to everyone that he had "Been caught giving Blowjobs to So-and-So by the gym teacher in the lockerroom." A teacher stepped inbetween us and told me to calm down. The guy then went after my sister who was coming over to tell me that our grandmother had shown up to pick us up. I tackled him, with the teacher still standing in front of me. I broke three fingers on his jaw, and give him a real nice shiner. The teacher claimed I broke her nail, and informed me of this everyweek through the end of the year, after which I wrote her an apology card. We were both dragged to the principal, an elderly lady standing at Four foot flat. The kid's dad had shown up to see me give his son the shiner. He was raising holy hell with the principal while I sat out in the hall by myself. My mother was called in, from out of town to pick me up, she couldn't, so my dad did. He had just gotten out of an important meeting. I thought I was in for it, cause I had made him a promise not to fight that year. She "explains" (aka yells at my dad what I did, and how everything was my fault) and then looks at me, I down at her, and yells "We don't use the word BlowJob at this school!" My dad snorts, but maintains a straight face and tells her that I will be punished accordingly. We get to the car, he looks at me and says "Blowjob, eh?" and we laugh the whole way home. The kid showed back up to school a week later, then left forever.
In High School, I got "expelled" for a whole day. I was attending and participating in a school function off-campus. A kid had gone through my backpack and stole over $200 dollars of cash and equipment (a Ti-84 SE and $80 bucks) and trashed a collector's item book my dad had lent to me to read while I was waiting. I got overly pisssed off, and went looking for him. a few minutes later, i calmed down and walked over to the room my mother was in, helping to judge. The kid walks by, flaunting my money, and I snap. I yell at him from across the hall and he takes off running. Some lady walks out and told me to stay where I stood, our coach was called up, and she told him that I had the kid in a chokehold and was pummelling him. I never layed a hand on him, and my mum had heard the yelling and witnessed the whole thing. During my "expelled" day, my mum met with the principal and laid out the events. She reinstated me on the spot. And lucky for me, I was at home, playing video games, avoiding a school mission day.
Then, in my junior year, in my English class, taught by Ms. Herring (not the same one, I assure you), my buddy and I decided to stand up and sing "Bid Balls" by AC/DC while we were supposed to read "The Great Gatsby." That year, I amassed the largest amount of "detentions" in school's history, and I served less than half of them.
Boro_Bandito:
"But We've got the biggest,
Balls of them all!"
You are my hero.
Caiphana:
Dissy, I like you the best.
ImRonBurgundy?:
In second grade, one of my friends claimed that Green Day had a song called "Dookie" off their album of the same name. Then he sang it. All I can remember is that the first part of the chorus was "Dookie! / Dookie! / I made it on the floor", and one of the verses started with "My wife told me to clean it up / And I told her to eat it". Delightfully puerile.
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