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Paav:
For about a week in 5th grade most of the boys in my grade were playing "Kill the Carrier," basically one guy has a football and everyone else tries to tackle, knock down, or basically maul him. This game was a complete violation of the no tackling rule for any game, but some how the teachers let us get away with it for a few days. Until one kid was tackled and tore up his knee really bad.

Because of the injury the teachers had to crack down. Everyone who was playing that day was given detention and had to write why playing that game was wrong. Even worse they had to stand next to the wall during every recess for the next week.

Though I had played every day and may have been one of the people who most advocated flaunting the no tackling rule, I didn't feel like playing kill the carrier that day. So a couple of guys and I were playing basketball or four square or something else, so we were not included in the group who got busted.

Not only did I not get punished for being involved I had the extra pleasure of torturing the rest of the guys in my grade by enjoying recess while they had to stand around not even talking. It was then that I learned the only thing better than having fun is having fun in front of other people who cannot join in for whatever reason.

öde:
If you starve to death I will enjoy this meal much more.

In your own time.

SevenPinkerton:
There was this boy in my elementary that was a bit slow and weird compared to everyone else and naturally he was picked on. I was always the "be nice to the weird and new kids" person but even I could barely talk to this kid as he was in his own world.

Anyways, I went to my hometown this summer for the county fair and saw a guy my age working the most dangerous looking ride there. It was him. I secretly feared he recognized me as one of the evil kids that was in his elementary and refused to go on the ride for fear of him doing something while I was riding. It didn't help that the ride was broken half the day. I still kind of feel personally responsible for the way this guys life has ended up.. I'm such a sap.

Lines:
According to one of the guys I've known since kindergarten, I once threw rocks at him on the playground, which resulted in a rock throwing war, which resulted in him getting in trouble. I don't really remember this happening, BUT I do know that until about 10th grade I didn't really like him because I thought he was a jerk (now he's tolerable, I guess), so I probably did do this and I probably laughed my ass off after it happened, because he was the one who got in trouble.

In 5th grade, we visited the library every week so we could check out books and whatnot, but when we were done, we'd sit at the tables and either read or talk quietly until it was time to go. Well, this was also the time period when those Budweiser commercials with the toads and chameleons were popular, so a table of 3 girls started to do the croaky Bud - Weis - Er thing. To 5th graders, this was kind of funny, so there were some giggles, which attracted the attention of the librarian. She wandered over to hear what the girls were saying and after she got it, she too started to laugh. When she stopped laughing, she gave them a detention for talking about alcohol. (Which wasn't really what they were doing, but whatever.)

PacoSees:
Hehe, you got in trouble for talking about alcohol.

I was given free alcohol every Monday and Wednesday.

Only when I got to college did I recognize it as 2-buck Chuck.

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