School Days
"The best years of our lives," somebody lied. Tell us the funniest thing that ever happened at school.
( , Thu 29 Jan 2009, 12:19)
"The best years of our lives," somebody lied. Tell us the funniest thing that ever happened at school.
( , Thu 29 Jan 2009, 12:19)
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Not Schools, but Scouts.
I was a chubby little fucker when I was younger. Overweight some might say. I endured the years of fat related jibes at school etc.
I never really had much time for school, but I loved the scouts. I was good at it. You get badges for all sorts of ace things, Axe yielding, fire making, knife skills.
We used to meet on Monday evenings for a few hours and do all kinds of activities.
I was never the sportiest and usually got picked amongst the last for team games.
One guy however thought he was Johnny fucking Bravo, constantly trying to be alpha male. He was a vocal poncey show off.
He used to find it cool to swing from the door frame leading down the corridor to the sports room. One day he decided to pick on me asking if I could do it.
Of course there is no way my weakling arms can perform a pull up. Not in a million years. Even if I had lost 3 stone I still would never have done it. Twat boy knew this all too well. He mocked me throughout the entire evening much to the mirth of other kids.
All night I could feel the rage building under the surface, never showing but definitely there. This guy had wronged me and revenge was needed.
Cue next Monday. We are all outside in the wooded area playing kick the can or some other outdoorsy game, when I ask if I may use the toilet.
When inside on my own, I take several drawing pins from the cork notice board and place them point up on the ledge that twat boy uses to swing on above the door.
Oh how I wish the digital camera was around in those days. The twat screamed like a little girl, I believe he even dropped to his knees in a dramatic attempt to relay his pain. Not dissimilar to the front cover of Platoon.
I could not hide me glee.
I remember the leaders having to take him away from me cause he was on the warpath.
Still, he never fucking bothered me again.
We shook hands, both admitted we had been twats and that was that really.
( , Tue 3 Feb 2009, 9:05, 2 replies)
I was a chubby little fucker when I was younger. Overweight some might say. I endured the years of fat related jibes at school etc.
I never really had much time for school, but I loved the scouts. I was good at it. You get badges for all sorts of ace things, Axe yielding, fire making, knife skills.
We used to meet on Monday evenings for a few hours and do all kinds of activities.
I was never the sportiest and usually got picked amongst the last for team games.
One guy however thought he was Johnny fucking Bravo, constantly trying to be alpha male. He was a vocal poncey show off.
He used to find it cool to swing from the door frame leading down the corridor to the sports room. One day he decided to pick on me asking if I could do it.
Of course there is no way my weakling arms can perform a pull up. Not in a million years. Even if I had lost 3 stone I still would never have done it. Twat boy knew this all too well. He mocked me throughout the entire evening much to the mirth of other kids.
All night I could feel the rage building under the surface, never showing but definitely there. This guy had wronged me and revenge was needed.
Cue next Monday. We are all outside in the wooded area playing kick the can or some other outdoorsy game, when I ask if I may use the toilet.
When inside on my own, I take several drawing pins from the cork notice board and place them point up on the ledge that twat boy uses to swing on above the door.
Oh how I wish the digital camera was around in those days. The twat screamed like a little girl, I believe he even dropped to his knees in a dramatic attempt to relay his pain. Not dissimilar to the front cover of Platoon.
I could not hide me glee.
I remember the leaders having to take him away from me cause he was on the warpath.
Still, he never fucking bothered me again.
We shook hands, both admitted we had been twats and that was that really.
( , Tue 3 Feb 2009, 9:05, 2 replies)
there's nothing like revenge for getting back at someone
except maybe vengeance
( , Tue 3 Feb 2009, 10:07, closed)
except maybe vengeance
( , Tue 3 Feb 2009, 10:07, closed)
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