Out of my depth
As a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
As a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
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Another exam story.
This goes along with the other drugs/exam stories, but I promise is 100% true.
Myself and a few other nonworking idiots decided the biology GCSE exam (well, science dual award, but the biology paper) would be too hard and there was no point, so we decided to EAT some hash. Split an 8th between five of us in the morning, time comes for the exam and we're leaning on the corridor wall walking there.
Seated, I spent 15 minutes racing through the paper, then proceeded to laugh at the cut away diagram of a kidney before being forcibly removed from the drama hall and made to sit in the headmistress' office while my mother came to collect me and they contemplated the Police.
I'd have rather had the police.
By the way, I got a B on the paper. I don't have a sodding clue how.
(First post, apologies for length etc)
( , Tue 19 Oct 2004, 18:03, Reply)
This goes along with the other drugs/exam stories, but I promise is 100% true.
Myself and a few other nonworking idiots decided the biology GCSE exam (well, science dual award, but the biology paper) would be too hard and there was no point, so we decided to EAT some hash. Split an 8th between five of us in the morning, time comes for the exam and we're leaning on the corridor wall walking there.
Seated, I spent 15 minutes racing through the paper, then proceeded to laugh at the cut away diagram of a kidney before being forcibly removed from the drama hall and made to sit in the headmistress' office while my mother came to collect me and they contemplated the Police.
I'd have rather had the police.
By the way, I got a B on the paper. I don't have a sodding clue how.
(First post, apologies for length etc)
( , Tue 19 Oct 2004, 18:03, Reply)
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