Because I'm old(er) and I don't care anymore

[Turanil]

Yet another one:

In France there are state high schools, plus a few private ones. Usually the private high schools are religious schools. So, if a person is deeply religious, he/she would rather send his/her children to a private religious high school. However, some of these private schools are nonetheless subsidized / grant-aided by the government, so there is much less emphasis on religion in such schools.

So, as I was a bad student (and had been fired from the state high school), my parents sent me to one such subsidized private high school. Yet, as the emphasis on religion was rather weak, I never noticed it was a religious school. (Plus and my parents never told me, or if they did, it was one of those many times I wouldn't listen to them...)

Anyway, I had been in that school for more than a year, still never realizing this was supposed to be a religious school. THEN, someday we were several students discussing various things just for the sake of discussion. Someone brought up a religious subject. I very proudly attracted the attention of everyone there, to me, and loudly declared that religion was but idiocy and superstition. And then I saw the looks of anger and disbelief of everyone else around me, especially including that cute girl I had been trying to court... I discovered that day, that apart of a few others bad students like me that ended there for having been fired from state school, all the others were believers of the faith.

 

[Dagger75]

Well as you get older, all your funny stories start out the same...


"We were drinking when......."

Fill in the rest.

 

[Hellefire]

I was a freshman in high school. My brother is two years older than me. He convinced me it would be a great idea to have a reverse mohawk. And to let him do it. Um. Yeah. Shaved right down the middle. It was. Not the brightest thing I've ever done.

Aaron

 

[Hijinks]

I was 18 and lived in Nicosia, Cyprus. My parents worked for the American Embassy (as did I, as a diplomatic security escort). There was group of 4 teenaged American girls in the entire country, of which I was one of course. We did everything together. There were also many lonely (cough) UN soldiers hanging around the "neutral zone" which was wha they called the mile-wide strip or so between the northern Turkish 1/3 of the country and the southern Greek 2/3.

And when I say "lonely" soldiers, we were perfect ladies, but we did go out on a lot of dates. Can't have any true hanky-panky when you're overseas and have to worry about who's been where (diseases and such), but you can certainly meet lots of cute boys and hang out and have fun. I swear!

Anyway. There was a bombed-out hotel in the neutral zone and the UN soldiers wanted to have a karaoke party. I knew my parents would never let us go unescorted, so my friend Jill and I made a pact to each tell our parents that we were spending the night at the other's house.

We were having a kickin time at the party until the crowd of cute boys parted to reveal ... my father .. standing there with his "Oh holy god are you in trouble" look on his face. Turns out that our friend Jessica had told HER parents about the party (except that she told them my stepmom was the escort), and then everyone's parents met together for a pinochle night, and her parents saw my stepmom and asked why she wasn't at the karaoke party.

Yeah. Good times :þ

Then my parents went home to the States for 2 weeks when I was 19, and told me I was mature enough to stay in Cyprus alone. Ha! I drove their little Mazda 323 all around Nicosia, which if I had gotten in an accident, would have gotten us kicked out of the country and bankrupted to boot. Luckily, nothing happened, but I did get myself busted because I'd left something in the car that told them I'd been using it. St00pid!!

 

[devilbat]

I got married to my starter wife at 21. Most embarrasing four years of my life.

 

[Abstraction]

Starter wife. I like that. I think I'll start using it. I married my starter wife at nineteen. How long did it last. Two years. Two wonderful years.

 

[Bryon_Soulweaver]

"life-time?" Dude, I'm twice as old as you.

LOL, you'd be surprised at what a bored kid will do for entertainment with our techlodogy. especially if its with fireworks and shinny cars!!!! Plus every other state I've lived in or been to I got to have lots of fun.

 

[Rel]

Ok so I was probably 16 years old, a junior in high school and Valentine's Day rolled around. We did this thing at our school where we could send a "Candygram" to anybody we wanted for a quarter and it came with a little slip of paper for you to write a love note on and some of those candy hearts that say stuff on them (I never understood those damn things. To me they always seemed to say, "I hate you and here is some candy that tastes like chalk. I hope you choke and die.").

So I get a candygram from a senior girl who I have a total crush on. She is HAWT! Red hair, killer body, just hot from head to toe. And I know that there is just absolutely no way in hell that she means any of this lovey stuff that she wrote. She's just doing it so her and her cool friends can watch me come over like a pathetic puppy and coo over her and then she can shoot me down. I was MAD.

So I confronted her. I stalked over to her desk in Algebra and threw down the candygram, proclaiming, "I've seen some pretty mean stuff in my high school days but this is just cruel and unnecessary. You might be a very pretty girl, but you're very ugly on the inside."

OH SNAP! Can you believe I stood up for myself and said that to one of the prettiest girls in the whole school?! DAMN! It's like a scene from some 80's teen movie! Watch out Breakfast Club, here comes Rel! She looks up at me with eyes full of uncertainty and confusion and then looks at the candygram.

"I didn't write this," she says.

It was then that I saw my pack of jackass friends falling in the floor with uncontrollable laughter at the back of the class. Oh they were dyin'! And so was I.

I think I said, "Um, excuse me but I think I've made a mistake," and slinked back to my desk where I tried to kill those jerkoffs with a loose leaf notebook. I'm still best friends with one of those bastards.

Remind me to kill his next character, real slow like.

 

[DaveStebbins]

This was NOT me, I swear.

It was the fall of 1980, and if it had been me, I would have been a freshman at RIT. There is a single path, called the quarter-mile connecting the dorm side of campus to the classroom side of campus. A buddy and it-wasn't-me were walking back one night, noticing that most of the lights were out and the quarter-mile was practically deserted. Not-I observed that, under those conditions, someone could probably do most anything here undetected. So my buddy dares not-me to whip it out and take a whiz as we walk along...

I swear it wasn't me, and no one saw me anyway (but my buddy nearly fell over laughing).

-Dave
(maybe if I drank alcohol, I wouldn't remember these things that never happened...)

 

[Bront]

I remember asking my parrents when I was like 7 if we would have problems comunicating at Disney World and what language they spoke in Florida.

My highschool Chem teacher used to regularly appear on Letterman (Lee Marik), and I used to help prep experiments for him. I used to brag that my claim to fame in HS was "Sucking Eggs for Mr Marik" (He'd run the exploding ostrich egg trick, but you'd have to suck the insides out with a vacuum pump.) A friend of mine and I schroched the ceiling several times playing with methane and dish soap. He also shattered my hand once (After I dipped it in Liquid Nitrogen durring his Fun with Liquid Nitrogen demo each christmass.)