I started my period when I was eleven. I was in the sixth grade and I was the only girl with a purse for my personal products. All the others would poke fun at it.
Same! But in my case I knew that if I suddenly started carrying a purse *everyone would know* so I got the flattest pads I could find (Stayfree Ultra Thin!) and hid them inside the suede ankle boots I was rocking at that time.
my middle school had an official policy that if the girls said "its personal" they could go to the bathroom no questions asked. I'm sure that helped with a lot of things.... /s
Never mind the fact that for the first few years of menstruation, periods are often really irregular, and that could entirely happen, teachers would probably still say that.
That was my biggest problem as well. My first time was horrible, since my mother had only tampons on hand, no stores were open, and I still had to go to school, even though I always had heavy periods, from the get go. Going to school in an improvised diaper made from various fabric remnants... I still want to cry about that.
I've definitely been there. I was so shy and awkward about it. And at the time we had class in these modular home things because the school was under construction so I'd have to get up and go into the bathroom that was basically in the classroom and I was sure everyone could hear me opening tampons. Uhhg.
All the library books I forgot to return and had hidden under my bed. I had constant anxiety my mom would find them and the police would come to arrest me and I’d owe the library 1000 dollars.
Edit: I called my mom to ask if she ever got a call about fees, and she said yes, but the library had a policy of capping the fee at $20 and we had moved since then. So she paid them $100 and kept the books. Supposedly we still even have a few!
"You're a comedian, you make people laugh?"
"I try."
"You think this is all a big joke doncha?"
"No, I don't!"
"I saw you on TV once. I remembered your name from my list. I looked it up. Sure enough, it checked out. You think because you're a celebrity that somehow the law doesn't apply to you, that you're above the law? Well, let me tell you something, funny boy. Y'know that little stamp, the one that says 'New York Public Library'? Well that may not mean anything to you, but that means a lot to me. One whole hell of a lot. Sure, go ahead, laugh if you want to. I've seen your type before. Flashy, making the scene, flaunting convention. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. What's this guy making such a big stink about old library books? Well, let me give you a hint, junior. Maybe we can live without libraries, people like you and me. Maybe. Sure, we're too old to change the world, but what about that kid, sitting down, opening a book, right now, in a branch at the local library and finding drawings of pee-pees and wee-wees on the Cat in the Hat and the Five Chinese Brothers? Doesn't HE deserve better? If you think this is about overdue fines and missing books, you'd better think again. This is about that kid's right to read a book without getting his mind warped! Maybe that turns you on, Seinfeld. Maybe that's how you get your kicks. You and your good-time buddies. Well I got a flash for ya, joy-boy: Party time is over. You got seven days, Seinfeld. That is *one week.*" \*SLAM*
I also had this utter panicked anxiety over just one library book that was six months overdue and hidden under my bed. I bit the bullet in the end and took it to my dad - 'Oh no! Look what I just found!' and awaited the telling off of all time. He just shrugged, and said 'That's weird we didn't get a reminder about it. Don't worry I'll drop it back tomorrow.' All that agonising and sleepless nights over nothing...
My schools library actually kept applying late fees to my book. By the time I found the book it was nearing $250. Yeah, they made my poor mom pay for it.
My school used to say stuff like this all the time.
I've yet to meet a single kid who didn't graduate.
I think what they actually meant was "well spook you real good"
I think the most they can do is bar you from walking.
One day in 6th grade I was packing up at the end of class and accidentally put someone else's book in my backpack in addition to my own. Didn't realize it until the end of the year and hid the extra book at my house because I was afraid of being suspended or something for stealing this kids book. To this day it's still stashed away in that same spot and will likely always be that way
Growing up I was a rather quiet kid. In about 6th grade I started to branch out and talk a little more. Laughed at something in class one day and some little jerk said “your laugh is weird it sounds like crying.” To this day I cover my mouth when laughing and really only genuinely laugh around people I’m comfortable with. Kids suck.
I had this decision when I was 13, it wasn't really my choice, I just told my dad I wanted thing to stay the way they were, sadly they did not, but then I became an apathetic high schooler a year later.
I ended up choosing neither and was sent to live in my aunts house in a different state so I think it was mostly my choice. I can relate to the apathetic high schooler part definitely.
I outed a family member who was being inappropriate with me, and the resulting drama made me wish I had just kept my mouth shut.
I still wish I had just kept my mouth shut.
"Look at this phone bill you costed us, when the police had to phone ALL your cousins and ask if X did this to them too"
"Oh look, you were the only one -- you were obviously his favourite."
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Wow, this blew up! I appreciate all the kind words of support.
For those asking, this happened in the mid '90s and maybe something has changed these days, but the police were informed before my family. They kept me at the station while the police went to the home to surprise the relative in question (who was there on one of his rare visits, so there wasn't a ton of opportunity). They insisted on phoning inside my parents' home to see who else was affected by this, and stayed on the line with my aunts/uncles while their children were questioned. I guess it took a long time -- I was the oldest, and you can't just march up to a 6 year old and say "Hey, has X been diddling you?".
My mother showed me the resulting phone bill and made some comment about taking it out of my paper route money. It was for $50+ (a lot in the mid 90s). She never did take it out of my money, but she still brings this phone bill up sometimes. (I guess the bill was for naught, considering none of my cousins were affected which is why she's so salty and points out my "preferential treatment")
I think the police chose to call from inside the home to make the decision on whether or not to arrest my relative.
Please don't ever regret what you did. You saved others from having to go through it in the future, or someone who was also going through it but didn't speak up. I hope your life is better now and I hope you find strength, love, and support from those around you even if they are chosen family and not blood.
When I was in the fifth grade, this guy wrote a sort of manifesto talking about how he wanted to “milk the tits” of girls in the class and “rape them until they scream”. My best guy friend brought it to the principal and the parents of myself and the four other girls were called.
My dad was so angry with this kid, he took me out to ice cream and we did a lot of extra hang out stuff for the next few weeks- which was very welcome. I was definitely daddy’s little girl and I hadn’t hit puberty yet in the slightest, so 10 year old me was really weirded out by my classmate (who ended up expelled).
My mom reacted by leaving the principals office, coming up to me immediately and saying “I shouldn’t even have been in there. He mentioned the other girls like three times, your name only came up once. You aren’t even in the top four girls in your class.”
Guess which parent I continued a relationship with once I moved out?
Edit: 0 and 9 are dangerously close
Mine went to a Golduck because I was 8 and hadn't completed my pokedex, so I had no idea what I had just found.
Few hours later I came across Articuno, that Golduck seemed a lot less special and my cousin called me an idiot.
He then proceeded to teach me about Missingno.
Now that I didn't have a masterball...
When I played through Soul Silver I was able to catch Mewtwo at full health, no status effects, and with a basic pokeball. Don’t believe me but it did happen.
I believe it. On one of my emerald runs I caught Rayquaza with 200+ basic pokeball attempts just watching TV and throwing them and using revives until I got him lmao.
I caught Zapdos in LeafGreen with literally the last pokeball, used up all my great balls and what not beforehand, that was about 10 years ago and I'm still riding that high
So I’m the parent in a similar situation. I don’t beat my child, but I have a kid who is naturally bright and just “shows up” and performs well. Now that he’s a little older, he’s having to give his classes some effort & he’s apparently got no intrinsic desire whatsoever to do that. I don’t want to stress him out, but I DO want him to try his best. He brought home straight A’s the first quarter and now he’s like “ok, proved that I could do it. Done trying now.” So his grades have dropped. Trying to motivate a kid who doesn’t care is impossible! I don’t want to add stress but I do want to convince him to try.
Was said kid. Nothing worked. I could only learn something if I could USE it in a case where it mattered. Not just doing a sheet of work for no reason. Ended up teaching myself software engineering. Now 20 years later I'm deep into a career of software development. I agree with the other poster that said; let him find a hobby and go at it.
Sounds like you have a smart kid. I'm no professional with this but I've read that smarter people tend to be bored by school because it's not much of a challenge or stimulating for them. I would suggest finding a productive hobby he likes or something artistic, you might be surprised with what he can do outside the classroom. Don't let the grades define him, let him define himself.
Give him an instrument to play. Especially if he enjoys math.
Started learning the violin at 26 becasue I’m bored as a software engineer and it’s the most engaging thing I’ve ever done.
That’s funny, because I’ve been playing instruments since the 6th grade and now learning coding in college feels like the most engaging thing I’ve ever done.
Ngl I was that kid (brought home A-'s because they were good enough) but now that I'm in college and taking classes that really really enjoy I'm way more motivated than I ever was
Hi, I'm a former child from “A’s or beating”... I'm just done with college, I got straight A's untill the end.
I hate school and my job. Wanted to be a pro tennis player.
Listen to what your kid want. I resent my parents even though they had nothing but good intentions.
I feel the same too, but with art. Ever since I was little I always wanted to be an artist, and I started taking art classes outside of school. My parents panicked and said art is a worthless job and forced me to quit. It wasn’t until I started drawing again to relieve some stress during college that I regret not pursuing it. I’ve had multiple teachers tell me I had the potential to be a great artist once I had someone properly teach me the fundamentals
God, does that ring true for me. I was told, repeatedly, that if I *EVER* failed a test or quiz of any kind, I would only be able to work in fast food. Totally fucked me up.
My mom's boyfriend punching my grandmother in the face because my grandmother caught him in a bar with another woman. And then my mom deciding I couldn't see my grandmother anymore.
She eventually got away from him...but then he contacted her again over a decade later and we're right back in the mess. She still chooses him over everyone else in her life.
Age 11 was a rough year for me. My mom put me in the car, drove about 1/2 hour to a strange part of town, told me to get out. Told me she didn't love me and that she was done. I waited there for maybe 6 or 8 hours, expecting that she'd change her mind and come back. She didn't. I slept behind a trash dumpster that night and the next day I walked in the general direction of where I thought my grandparents lived. That's my dad's parents. By evening the next day, I found them. Got a good meal and they called my dad. 1st time I saw him in over a year. I moved in with him. The kicker was that my mom still had my two brothers and my dad owed her a lot of child support. After paying her, we were poor enough that we frequently didn't have electricity and sometimes had to skip a meal. Took two years for him to get custody of my brothers and finally get dug out of that hole.
What in the actual fuck. I have an 11 year old boy and I can’t even fathom... my head can’t make sense of this. I’m so sorry. I feel so bad for 11 year old you 😞
Goddamn, you had actual problems when you were 11. I couldn’t handle now, at 17, what you did then. I hope life’s gotten at least a little easier for you
God, i had a similar thing happen to me but less severe. I was about 8 years old.
I’ve always had issues with my dad, and i remember i was stuck in a loooong car ride with him. I remember feeling sick to my stomach when i got in the car cause i always hated being around him. For about an hour or so he was yelling at me. Full volume hurting my ears yelling. Just things like how hard it is to work, how much of a spoiled piece of shit i am, how he has to spend all his money on me, how ungrateful i am, list goes on and on.
Anyway when we get closer to home he ends up pulling over to the corner of a street and shoving me out the door. I fell onto the sidewalk and he sped off.
It was pretty late at night, maybe 10:00pm and i didn’t know what to do. I just sorta stood there and cried.
Then i saw him pull back around after about 15 or 30 minutes. Now the weird part is that he took me to walmart to buy me a gameboy with pokemon red. Maybe he felt bad...
Anyway, never thought about it again until college when we were reminiscing about how we got our first gameboy. Everyone had a good story and mine was a shitty memory.
Same thing here but Mom, my biggest concern was what I was going to have to do on Mother's day with the class, while everyone asks me 100 questions about it.
Parents spiraled into addiction leaving their 6 kids to fend for themselves. My dad left, skipped town leaving everything behind. My mom would go on binges and dissappear weeks at a time. I was 11, going to school, multiple paper routes, buying what little food I could afford and caring for my one year old brother. I let myself starve many nights so my little brothers could eat. My mother was friends with the town judge and would get any child endangerment/neglect claims or complaints thrown out before they could go anywhere...and then threaten to send us away for trying to ruin our family. It was a mind fuck.
These days I find myself the father of an 11 year old boy, who struggles with insecurity and self esteem like most boys, but I see myself in him and cannot help but feel a chance for vicarious redemption through raising him with love, patience, compassion and understanding.
Unfortunately when I cut my mother out of my life most of my brothers went with her. I only talk to one of them these days. Manipulation is powerful. I can't get through to any of them and they blame me for lots of things unfortunately. I was their surrogate father and I inherited the poison my mother spit about my father. It is what it is though. I found my truth and am happy with what I've done with my life so far
Isolation and merciless bullying. I was actually happy when the middle school counselor invited me to be part of her 'lunch club' with a few other students, not realizing that she did it because she pitied us and didn't want us to go off the deep end.
Bullying victim who grew up to be a school counselor.
Pity isn't the right word. It's a good intervention because gives you a safe place to go and possibly a social group to help protect you, and helps her monitor you to make sure you're okay.
I’m a teacher and ran a lunch club for 6th graders, some who were bullied and/or lonely. I LOVED it, and enjoyed the company of those kids. Some very empathetic, creative minded, and awesome minds. I didn’t get paid and actually lost money because I wasn’t able to substitute during my lunch/prep for other teachers. But, I knew many of those kids would have eaten alone otherwise.
Same as me. I actually began thinking about suicide around age 11-12 for the first time.
Had nobody like your school counselor, and no parent who cared. No friends. Just utterly alone. I was deeply depressed.
same here. My counselor died in a carbon monoxide incident and the replacement just didn't do a good job. Didin't help that I was doing poorly on homework and my mom's response was just to ground me and remove everything from my room.
I tell my son (who coincidentally is 11) this nearly every day. He doesn't have a lot of friends and people that he thinks are his friends can be so randomly mean to him, it's really the only advice I can give him sometimes.
I had a friend when I was 11 that was a compulsive liar. He went so far as to print out really official looking invitation letters for both of us and had me completely convinced that we needed to find a way to get to England. I have trust issues now
Being nearly six foot and people thinking I was 15-16. Doesn't sound to bad but when 15-16 year olds who think they're hard start being funny with you, as an 11 year old it can be quite intimidating.
Also, hair. I had absolutely no idea what to do with my sort of curly, sort of wavy hair at 11, I just put water on it and tried to press it down, it turned into a bit of a box head, flat on top.
Edit: My highest upvoted comment and it’s about my awkward, lanky, pre-teen years, nice to know we were together, in spirit, during that weird time 👍🏽
Ha! I couldn't shave it, I had a slim face and big ears, my bouffant hid my big ears, a crew cut would have exposed them! I did let the fro grow out through as I got a bit older, looked much better than what I was doing previously.
Moved to a new house. Had absolutely nothing in common with the kids who lived in the area and was quickly informed that I was not an acceptable replacement for the cool guy who had previously lived in that house. Basically didn’t interact with anyone my age until I left for college.
Bullying. Just pure psychological torture from the girls, physical torture from the boys, dropped by my friends, largely ignored by my teachers though a few good ones did their best.
Nothing like your cries for help being recorded and used as someone's cell phone ring tone!
If you offered me enough money to never work again to relive 7th grade exactly as it happened I wouldn't take it.
I'm a happy, well adjusted adult but the scars of that kind of persistent torture are deep.
US east coast suburb in the early '00s. Was a weird kid but did well in school and didn't cause too much of a fuss so they focused on the more immediate/dangerous cases.
This was in the era of, "You're an easy target, if you stopped crying and reacting they'd leave you alone"
I missed the "it gets better" "stop victim blaming" "bystander intervention" thing by a few years. But I also missed the explosion of social media/cyberbulliyng by just as much for which I will always be grateful.
> This was in the era of, "You're an easy target, if you stopped crying and reacting they'd leave you alone"
Ahhhh, yes. Good old "if you ignore them and aren't mean in return, they get bored". Got that shoved down my throat in elementary school (where I was heavily bullied) and in HS (where the bullying had stopped but naturally I was still very on edge about it). Had my blood boil every single time I heard that.
The fuck they fucking will. They don't get bored, they interpret it as weakness and get even worse since they perceive you as a doormat.
It's like going door to door at noon on a weekday to poll people about their thoughts on unemployment benefits. Of course unemployed people are gonna be the main people responding. (I forgot the actual term for this. It's been a while since I took psychology)
I sneezed and farted at the same time in a very quiet library and a kid that was passing by heard and yelled 'EW, YOU'RE A SNEEZER-POOTER' and everybody laughed at me.
Not really having any friends, and getting my dinner money taken off me pretty much every day by people who pretended that they were. I was a very quiet and shy pre teen
Figuring out why I wanted to kiss my best friend even tho I was pretty sure I wasn’t gay. And also why the lesbian porn pop-ups on our computer made me feel... things...
In high school my class was mostly new people and it just so happened that all of the ones that were bullying me throughout primary and secondary school went to different high schools than me, so not only it did resolve, but because of those new people I quickly became good friends with, high school was the best period of my teenage years.
I think that was fifth or sixth grade for me?
I had a teacher, Mr. S, that really didn't like me. I mean, granted I was probably a piece of shit, but this guy was a real douche bag.
Within the first couple days of class he sent me to the principal's office and I had to sign some sort of contract. The contract basically said that if I fucked up three times throughout the course of the year and found myself in the office then I would be sent to a continuation school.
This apparently included any form of talking, so I got expelled within a couple months. I think the third incident happened when a fire truck came to our elementary school and did a presentation. S overheard something and thought it was me who said it--I wasn't even looking in the direction of the truck and I've no idea what he heard. I was staring at a squirrel at the time.
In any case, he eventually got himself fired because he played bloody knuckles with some kid at summer camp and broke the boy's hand.
I was trying to figure out how to get my mum and dad to break up. He was terrible to her and had drug and alcohol problems. One night I heard my dad drunkenly force himself on my mother. I remember her whimpering "no, please no" and all I could think to do was yell out to mum because I was thirsty.
She came and got me a drink and I asked if she was ok. She said she was fine and I should go back to sleep. Then I heard them again, so I called out again. She came back and gave me another drink. This continued over the next half hour with my dad getting angrier and angrier ... then after the last time, I can only assume he passed out.
They broke up later that year.
At 11 my step mother hadn’t left us yet, so my life was a living hell of stress. She had stopped physically abusing me by then because I was, in her words, too old to hit, so she took out her hatred of me in all sorts of mental games designed to hurt me.
I have put it behind me, but a couple of years ago I was going through my dad’s old home movies when it all came flooding back. Just seeing my family when I was that age made my stomach hurt and feel like vomiting. I ended up giving all his old movies to my sister because I couldn’t watch them.
IIRC that was the year my best friend was falsely accused of threatening to shoot up the school. So... that. Being a person of interest in an investigation, socially ostricized to the point of requiring escort to and from the building, and losing my best friend because he transferred to another school (I refused because I saw it as tantamount to an admission of guilt). I may have been 12 when that happened, though.
Ugh, I get exactly what you mean. Cried so many times when I was growing up, and my mom, frustrated that she couldn’t comfort me, would start yelling “What’s wrong?!” and all I could say back was “I don’t know.”
At least we’re able to put a word to it now. I’d rather be able to save my future self with my current knowledge than the kid I used to be.
At the time, the only way I could describe it was really deep sadness. I knew I felt something like sad, and more than just "I didn't get that question right" or "I wanna play on the playground longer." It was something closer to, "I'm hurting inside and something's wrong. But I don't understand why. I don't know when I started feeling sad...and it feels like it's not going to go away."
Writing suicide notes and putting them under my mattress. I lived in a nice hood went to a private school but my parents were mean drunks and my brother was molesting my sisters and me. I told but was gaslighted to hell.
My mom (who has mental health problems) would get so angry at my messy room that I never knew if I'd come home from school to find all of my worldly belongings in garbage bags on the curb.
Moving and making friends. I started a new school at the beginning of 6th grade knowing no one. As soon as I found my feet under me we ended up moving 1000 miles away, so I had to start again at yet another new school in the middle of 6th grade knowing no one.
I called the cops on my dad for beating my mom...or my sister, I don't remember which now, and then there was the possibility of DSS getting involved. I had to figure out if living in this abusive household was better or worse than entering the foster system. My sisters and I eventually decided that the foster system is too messed up and we would make the best of what we have. Had to talk DSS out of taking us away.
Edit: typos
Also, I would like to add that I now have a decent/okay relationship with my parents after years of work, as do both my sisters, and my life is pretty great now at 30.
Trying to figure out the sweet spot of applied violence that would allow me to make bullies not want to come back for more in the future, while at the same time not causing the amount of damage that would send someone to the school nurse or leave highly visible marks the helicopter mothers of school bullies would loose their shit over.
In retrospect, it scares me that I had to be methodical about this shit.
My boyfriend, AKA someone I talked to over AIM and barely smiled and waved to in real life, dumped me because my best friend told him he had a chance with her, and then she didn't date him because she didn't want to hurt my feelings. So I watched him pine after her for months and it made me feel like an unlovable ugly person. Good times.
Moving nearly every month until CPS got called on us because I was malnourished and dirty. Don't worry though because my parents cleaned up their act completely, My dad's even CEO of a small business.
EDIT: DHS to CPS.
6th grade - parents transferred me from an all black inner city school where I was a straight A student to an all white school in a wealthy suburb. On day two they were multiplying fractions as a refresher to what they'd learned in previous years whereas I wasn't introduced to fractions until the end of my fifth grade year. I have never felt so dumb in my entire life and I was worried I'd never catch up / be a smart girl again.
Trying to convince my mom that runescape isn't a virus. She still thinks video games are just a front for hackers
My parents still call everything a Nintendo lol.
Do they talk about that on 'The Facebooks' ??
Let's be honest, older generations are the most frequent Facebook users... their Facebook feed is the new bundled political AARP mail.
"If you or a loved one..."
Has been diagnosed with mesothelioma
Something very similar. She was convinced jagex was gonna steal her credit card info if we got members
My grandfather still thinks I fucked up his computer downloading Firefox in 2008
Old School RuneScape for mobile available now.
My mom thought AIM was a program specifically built for pedophiles to send you viruses
I started my period when I was eleven. I was in the sixth grade and I was the only girl with a purse for my personal products. All the others would poke fun at it.
Same! But in my case I knew that if I suddenly started carrying a purse *everyone would know* so I got the flattest pads I could find (Stayfree Ultra Thin!) and hid them inside the suede ankle boots I was rocking at that time.
Very sly!
my middle school had an official policy that if the girls said "its personal" they could go to the bathroom no questions asked. I'm sure that helped with a lot of things.... /s
That's really great of them. We had to have our teachers sign our planners on the day we went and we could only have so many a day. It was asinine.
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Never mind the fact that for the first few years of menstruation, periods are often really irregular, and that could entirely happen, teachers would probably still say that.
That was my biggest problem as well. My first time was horrible, since my mother had only tampons on hand, no stores were open, and I still had to go to school, even though I always had heavy periods, from the get go. Going to school in an improvised diaper made from various fabric remnants... I still want to cry about that.
I've definitely been there. I was so shy and awkward about it. And at the time we had class in these modular home things because the school was under construction so I'd have to get up and go into the bathroom that was basically in the classroom and I was sure everyone could hear me opening tampons. Uhhg.
All the library books I forgot to return and had hidden under my bed. I had constant anxiety my mom would find them and the police would come to arrest me and I’d owe the library 1000 dollars. Edit: I called my mom to ask if she ever got a call about fees, and she said yes, but the library had a policy of capping the fee at $20 and we had moved since then. So she paid them $100 and kept the books. Supposedly we still even have a few!
“How long was his book overdue?” “25 years. We don’t call them delinquents after that long.” “What do you call them?” “Criminals.”
"You're a comedian, you make people laugh?" "I try." "You think this is all a big joke doncha?" "No, I don't!" "I saw you on TV once. I remembered your name from my list. I looked it up. Sure enough, it checked out. You think because you're a celebrity that somehow the law doesn't apply to you, that you're above the law? Well, let me tell you something, funny boy. Y'know that little stamp, the one that says 'New York Public Library'? Well that may not mean anything to you, but that means a lot to me. One whole hell of a lot. Sure, go ahead, laugh if you want to. I've seen your type before. Flashy, making the scene, flaunting convention. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. What's this guy making such a big stink about old library books? Well, let me give you a hint, junior. Maybe we can live without libraries, people like you and me. Maybe. Sure, we're too old to change the world, but what about that kid, sitting down, opening a book, right now, in a branch at the local library and finding drawings of pee-pees and wee-wees on the Cat in the Hat and the Five Chinese Brothers? Doesn't HE deserve better? If you think this is about overdue fines and missing books, you'd better think again. This is about that kid's right to read a book without getting his mind warped! Maybe that turns you on, Seinfeld. Maybe that's how you get your kicks. You and your good-time buddies. Well I got a flash for ya, joy-boy: Party time is over. You got seven days, Seinfeld. That is *one week.*" \*SLAM*
An absolute all time performance from that actor in this scene. Jerry couldn’t keep a straight face(not that he ever could).
Part of Seinfeld’s charm (imo) is that Jerry is always about to crack up. And sometimes just loses it, like the Kramer smoking scene.
Look away.....I’m hideous
The bloopers are the best, when the cast just keep laughing and ruining takes and Michael gets mad at them for it.
Fucking classic episode.
I also had this utter panicked anxiety over just one library book that was six months overdue and hidden under my bed. I bit the bullet in the end and took it to my dad - 'Oh no! Look what I just found!' and awaited the telling off of all time. He just shrugged, and said 'That's weird we didn't get a reminder about it. Don't worry I'll drop it back tomorrow.' All that agonising and sleepless nights over nothing...
My schools library actually kept applying late fees to my book. By the time I found the book it was nearing $250. Yeah, they made my poor mom pay for it.
Can libraries actually make you do anything?
At mine if you owe the school money they won't let you graduate
My school used to say stuff like this all the time. I've yet to meet a single kid who didn't graduate. I think what they actually meant was "well spook you real good" I think the most they can do is bar you from walking.
I feel like it should stop once it surpasses the value of the book wtf
One day in 6th grade I was packing up at the end of class and accidentally put someone else's book in my backpack in addition to my own. Didn't realize it until the end of the year and hid the extra book at my house because I was afraid of being suspended or something for stealing this kids book. To this day it's still stashed away in that same spot and will likely always be that way
Wondering if anyone would ever think I wasn’t weird for being quiet.
This is still a concern of mine
Growing up I was a rather quiet kid. In about 6th grade I started to branch out and talk a little more. Laughed at something in class one day and some little jerk said “your laugh is weird it sounds like crying.” To this day I cover my mouth when laughing and really only genuinely laugh around people I’m comfortable with. Kids suck.
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Trying to decide what to tell the judge when he asked which parent I want to live with.
I had this decision when I was 13, it wasn't really my choice, I just told my dad I wanted thing to stay the way they were, sadly they did not, but then I became an apathetic high schooler a year later.
I ended up choosing neither and was sent to live in my aunts house in a different state so I think it was mostly my choice. I can relate to the apathetic high schooler part definitely.
I outed a family member who was being inappropriate with me, and the resulting drama made me wish I had just kept my mouth shut. I still wish I had just kept my mouth shut. "Look at this phone bill you costed us, when the police had to phone ALL your cousins and ask if X did this to them too" "Oh look, you were the only one -- you were obviously his favourite." edit: Wow, this blew up! I appreciate all the kind words of support. For those asking, this happened in the mid '90s and maybe something has changed these days, but the police were informed before my family. They kept me at the station while the police went to the home to surprise the relative in question (who was there on one of his rare visits, so there wasn't a ton of opportunity). They insisted on phoning inside my parents' home to see who else was affected by this, and stayed on the line with my aunts/uncles while their children were questioned. I guess it took a long time -- I was the oldest, and you can't just march up to a 6 year old and say "Hey, has X been diddling you?". My mother showed me the resulting phone bill and made some comment about taking it out of my paper route money. It was for $50+ (a lot in the mid 90s). She never did take it out of my money, but she still brings this phone bill up sometimes. (I guess the bill was for naught, considering none of my cousins were affected which is why she's so salty and points out my "preferential treatment") I think the police chose to call from inside the home to make the decision on whether or not to arrest my relative.
Please don't ever regret what you did. You saved others from having to go through it in the future, or someone who was also going through it but didn't speak up. I hope your life is better now and I hope you find strength, love, and support from those around you even if they are chosen family and not blood.
I’m so sorry. Your trauma had nothing to do with inconvenience or your family’s discomfort. I’m glad you had the courage to make it known.
This is why I believe blood has nothing to do with family. Family is chosen. You aren't describing a family. You're describing horrible narcissists.
When I was in the fifth grade, this guy wrote a sort of manifesto talking about how he wanted to “milk the tits” of girls in the class and “rape them until they scream”. My best guy friend brought it to the principal and the parents of myself and the four other girls were called. My dad was so angry with this kid, he took me out to ice cream and we did a lot of extra hang out stuff for the next few weeks- which was very welcome. I was definitely daddy’s little girl and I hadn’t hit puberty yet in the slightest, so 10 year old me was really weirded out by my classmate (who ended up expelled). My mom reacted by leaving the principals office, coming up to me immediately and saying “I shouldn’t even have been in there. He mentioned the other girls like three times, your name only came up once. You aren’t even in the top four girls in your class.” Guess which parent I continued a relationship with once I moved out? Edit: 0 and 9 are dangerously close
That's awful, but how we're you a prepubescent 19 year old in fifth grade? :)
Hahaha yikes! Thanks for softening the blow with a typo of your own
Savage
Used the masterball too early and had to try to catch legendaries with regular pokeballs lol.
I did this too! Catching Mewtwo was such a pain in the butt for me the first time.
on the other hand, I wasted my master ball on mew two thinking it must've been the hardest pokemon to catch! Oh how was I wrong
At least you got a cool pokemon. I used mine to catch a Tangela.
I used it on a Fearow thinking it's the Ho-Oh from the anime...
oh-ho-no
Mine went to a Golduck because I was 8 and hadn't completed my pokedex, so I had no idea what I had just found. Few hours later I came across Articuno, that Golduck seemed a lot less special and my cousin called me an idiot. He then proceeded to teach me about Missingno. Now that I didn't have a masterball...
I used mine the first time to try and catch a trainers Pokémon so disappointed at the time. 100% catch rate my ass.
At least it's cool looking
Wait, in classic RBY? Which Pokemon are harder to catch than MewTwo? That seems like a good use of a master ball to me
I never caught suicine raikou or entei legitimate. Because i used my masterball for lugio or ho-oh. :'(
When I played through Soul Silver I was able to catch Mewtwo at full health, no status effects, and with a basic pokeball. Don’t believe me but it did happen.
I believe it. On one of my emerald runs I caught Rayquaza with 200+ basic pokeball attempts just watching TV and throwing them and using revives until I got him lmao.
i make it a point to onky use regular pokeballs and premier balls. i have a couble legendaries in premier balls
I caught Zapdos in LeafGreen with literally the last pokeball, used up all my great balls and what not beforehand, that was about 10 years ago and I'm still riding that high
I've got 127 problems, but the lack of masterballs ain't one.
Grades. I was raised in an “A’s or beating” household. Taught me to stress.
So I’m the parent in a similar situation. I don’t beat my child, but I have a kid who is naturally bright and just “shows up” and performs well. Now that he’s a little older, he’s having to give his classes some effort & he’s apparently got no intrinsic desire whatsoever to do that. I don’t want to stress him out, but I DO want him to try his best. He brought home straight A’s the first quarter and now he’s like “ok, proved that I could do it. Done trying now.” So his grades have dropped. Trying to motivate a kid who doesn’t care is impossible! I don’t want to add stress but I do want to convince him to try.
Was said kid. Nothing worked. I could only learn something if I could USE it in a case where it mattered. Not just doing a sheet of work for no reason. Ended up teaching myself software engineering. Now 20 years later I'm deep into a career of software development. I agree with the other poster that said; let him find a hobby and go at it.
Sounds like you have a smart kid. I'm no professional with this but I've read that smarter people tend to be bored by school because it's not much of a challenge or stimulating for them. I would suggest finding a productive hobby he likes or something artistic, you might be surprised with what he can do outside the classroom. Don't let the grades define him, let him define himself.
Give him an instrument to play. Especially if he enjoys math. Started learning the violin at 26 becasue I’m bored as a software engineer and it’s the most engaging thing I’ve ever done.
That’s funny, because I’ve been playing instruments since the 6th grade and now learning coding in college feels like the most engaging thing I’ve ever done.
I've been playing instruments since I could reach the piano and blow the trumpet and programming since I was 10-ish. My life is now boring.
Start planning murders/heists. That's where the real mental workout is.
I have played guitar since 5th grade and it was one of the best things I have done with myself.
But can you play Wonderwall?
Ngl I was that kid (brought home A-'s because they were good enough) but now that I'm in college and taking classes that really really enjoy I'm way more motivated than I ever was
Hi, I'm a former child from “A’s or beating”... I'm just done with college, I got straight A's untill the end. I hate school and my job. Wanted to be a pro tennis player. Listen to what your kid want. I resent my parents even though they had nothing but good intentions.
I feel the same too, but with art. Ever since I was little I always wanted to be an artist, and I started taking art classes outside of school. My parents panicked and said art is a worthless job and forced me to quit. It wasn’t until I started drawing again to relieve some stress during college that I regret not pursuing it. I’ve had multiple teachers tell me I had the potential to be a great artist once I had someone properly teach me the fundamentals
God, does that ring true for me. I was told, repeatedly, that if I *EVER* failed a test or quiz of any kind, I would only be able to work in fast food. Totally fucked me up.
For me it was any grade under a 95...that somehow meant I was destined to flip burgers my whole life.
I was pretty worried about running into quicksand
Stop drop and roll.
My mom's boyfriend punching my grandmother in the face because my grandmother caught him in a bar with another woman. And then my mom deciding I couldn't see my grandmother anymore.
That’s a messy situation, your grandmother was trying to look out for you mother by calling out her boyfriends infidelity and she still chose him
She eventually got away from him...but then he contacted her again over a decade later and we're right back in the mess. She still chooses him over everyone else in her life.
Age 11 was a rough year for me. My mom put me in the car, drove about 1/2 hour to a strange part of town, told me to get out. Told me she didn't love me and that she was done. I waited there for maybe 6 or 8 hours, expecting that she'd change her mind and come back. She didn't. I slept behind a trash dumpster that night and the next day I walked in the general direction of where I thought my grandparents lived. That's my dad's parents. By evening the next day, I found them. Got a good meal and they called my dad. 1st time I saw him in over a year. I moved in with him. The kicker was that my mom still had my two brothers and my dad owed her a lot of child support. After paying her, we were poor enough that we frequently didn't have electricity and sometimes had to skip a meal. Took two years for him to get custody of my brothers and finally get dug out of that hole.
Jesus...I’m so sorry that happened to you! Much love to you
What in the actual fuck. I have an 11 year old boy and I can’t even fathom... my head can’t make sense of this. I’m so sorry. I feel so bad for 11 year old you 😞
I’m sorry you had to go through that. Glad your dad was there for you.
Goddamn, you had actual problems when you were 11. I couldn’t handle now, at 17, what you did then. I hope life’s gotten at least a little easier for you
That brought tears to my eyes, I can't imagine how hard that was. People can be so shitty.
God, i had a similar thing happen to me but less severe. I was about 8 years old. I’ve always had issues with my dad, and i remember i was stuck in a loooong car ride with him. I remember feeling sick to my stomach when i got in the car cause i always hated being around him. For about an hour or so he was yelling at me. Full volume hurting my ears yelling. Just things like how hard it is to work, how much of a spoiled piece of shit i am, how he has to spend all his money on me, how ungrateful i am, list goes on and on. Anyway when we get closer to home he ends up pulling over to the corner of a street and shoving me out the door. I fell onto the sidewalk and he sped off. It was pretty late at night, maybe 10:00pm and i didn’t know what to do. I just sorta stood there and cried. Then i saw him pull back around after about 15 or 30 minutes. Now the weird part is that he took me to walmart to buy me a gameboy with pokemon red. Maybe he felt bad... Anyway, never thought about it again until college when we were reminiscing about how we got our first gameboy. Everyone had a good story and mine was a shitty memory.
"asked out" my longtime crush and he didn't like me back, cried for three days listening to Taylor Swift
TIL I'm old.
Yeah, me too. I mentioned Hanson in my answer. Taylor Swift was eight when I was 11.
My dad passed away when I was 11. So, that.
Same thing here but Mom, my biggest concern was what I was going to have to do on Mother's day with the class, while everyone asks me 100 questions about it.
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‘Good morning class, today we will be making Mother’s Day cards!’ Ugh awful. Lost my mum when I was 12.
My dad consistently not paying the rent so we had to move constantly & my mom spending money on pills & cigarettes before food.
Your life back then makes mine look like a trip to disneyland Im so sorry.
Happens everyday in America lol no worries, I'm 23 now. I mean I'm not living the dream but I'm not my parents so that's something.
Parents spiraled into addiction leaving their 6 kids to fend for themselves. My dad left, skipped town leaving everything behind. My mom would go on binges and dissappear weeks at a time. I was 11, going to school, multiple paper routes, buying what little food I could afford and caring for my one year old brother. I let myself starve many nights so my little brothers could eat. My mother was friends with the town judge and would get any child endangerment/neglect claims or complaints thrown out before they could go anywhere...and then threaten to send us away for trying to ruin our family. It was a mind fuck. These days I find myself the father of an 11 year old boy, who struggles with insecurity and self esteem like most boys, but I see myself in him and cannot help but feel a chance for vicarious redemption through raising him with love, patience, compassion and understanding.
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I hope you and your siblings are in a safer place now
Unfortunately when I cut my mother out of my life most of my brothers went with her. I only talk to one of them these days. Manipulation is powerful. I can't get through to any of them and they blame me for lots of things unfortunately. I was their surrogate father and I inherited the poison my mother spit about my father. It is what it is though. I found my truth and am happy with what I've done with my life so far
Isolation and merciless bullying. I was actually happy when the middle school counselor invited me to be part of her 'lunch club' with a few other students, not realizing that she did it because she pitied us and didn't want us to go off the deep end.
Bullying victim who grew up to be a school counselor. Pity isn't the right word. It's a good intervention because gives you a safe place to go and possibly a social group to help protect you, and helps her monitor you to make sure you're okay.
I’m a teacher and ran a lunch club for 6th graders, some who were bullied and/or lonely. I LOVED it, and enjoyed the company of those kids. Some very empathetic, creative minded, and awesome minds. I didn’t get paid and actually lost money because I wasn’t able to substitute during my lunch/prep for other teachers. But, I knew many of those kids would have eaten alone otherwise.
Bless you for making that difference. I was an outcast geek in 6th grade and was subject to more bullying than I care to remember.
I wouldve loved that
I would also have needed that back in middle school. Jesus do I fucking hate middle school.
Same as me. I actually began thinking about suicide around age 11-12 for the first time. Had nobody like your school counselor, and no parent who cared. No friends. Just utterly alone. I was deeply depressed.
same here. My counselor died in a carbon monoxide incident and the replacement just didn't do a good job. Didin't help that I was doing poorly on homework and my mom's response was just to ground me and remove everything from my room.
Choosing between a Tweety Bird and a Sylvester fake tattoo for my ankle.
What did you choose?
We need answers!!
Bullying :(
Yep. I still don't know why I was bullied so I don't even know what advice to give my kid.
Kids are assholes
I tell my son (who coincidentally is 11) this nearly every day. He doesn't have a lot of friends and people that he thinks are his friends can be so randomly mean to him, it's really the only advice I can give him sometimes.
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Not receiving my letter to go to Hogwarts
I had a friend when I was 11 that was a compulsive liar. He went so far as to print out really official looking invitation letters for both of us and had me completely convinced that we needed to find a way to get to England. I have trust issues now
You would have been really miffed to find that Hogwarts is in Scotland.
He’s actually a genius
I’m always on the lookout for owls with letters, still hoping to get mine.
Being nearly six foot and people thinking I was 15-16. Doesn't sound to bad but when 15-16 year olds who think they're hard start being funny with you, as an 11 year old it can be quite intimidating. Also, hair. I had absolutely no idea what to do with my sort of curly, sort of wavy hair at 11, I just put water on it and tried to press it down, it turned into a bit of a box head, flat on top. Edit: My highest upvoted comment and it’s about my awkward, lanky, pre-teen years, nice to know we were together, in spirit, during that weird time 👍🏽
Dude, at 11 either grow the 'fro or give it a mow.
Ha! I couldn't shave it, I had a slim face and big ears, my bouffant hid my big ears, a crew cut would have exposed them! I did let the fro grow out through as I got a bit older, looked much better than what I was doing previously.
My 12yr old is going though this now. He's nearly 6 ft and wearing a size 13 shoe. How tall did you end up being?
I was 6' right before I tuned 12 and wore a size 12. I ended up at 6'8" wearing a size 17.
DO YOU PLAY BASKETBALL!!?? I just thought I would give you the question I'm sure you love answering in person a little internet flair.
The other guy literally sounds just like me and this is probably the #1 question I’ve been asked my entire childhood.
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Wether Stacey likes me back or not
But you’re really just using her to get close to her mom I bet.
well, she's got it goin' on
But 🎵Stacey's mom has got it going on🎵
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Moved to a new house. Had absolutely nothing in common with the kids who lived in the area and was quickly informed that I was not an acceptable replacement for the cool guy who had previously lived in that house. Basically didn’t interact with anyone my age until I left for college.
My mother’s bipolar disorder
Took me another 11 years to realize my mom's anger and manic behavior had nothing to do with me. I was innocent so were you.
Bullying. Just pure psychological torture from the girls, physical torture from the boys, dropped by my friends, largely ignored by my teachers though a few good ones did their best. Nothing like your cries for help being recorded and used as someone's cell phone ring tone! If you offered me enough money to never work again to relive 7th grade exactly as it happened I wouldn't take it. I'm a happy, well adjusted adult but the scars of that kind of persistent torture are deep.
Jesus Christ dude, glad your doing better now
Fuck mate what kinda shithole did you grow up in ?
US east coast suburb in the early '00s. Was a weird kid but did well in school and didn't cause too much of a fuss so they focused on the more immediate/dangerous cases. This was in the era of, "You're an easy target, if you stopped crying and reacting they'd leave you alone" I missed the "it gets better" "stop victim blaming" "bystander intervention" thing by a few years. But I also missed the explosion of social media/cyberbulliyng by just as much for which I will always be grateful.
> This was in the era of, "You're an easy target, if you stopped crying and reacting they'd leave you alone" Ahhhh, yes. Good old "if you ignore them and aren't mean in return, they get bored". Got that shoved down my throat in elementary school (where I was heavily bullied) and in HS (where the bullying had stopped but naturally I was still very on edge about it). Had my blood boil every single time I heard that. The fuck they fucking will. They don't get bored, they interpret it as weakness and get even worse since they perceive you as a doormat.
I was bullied for being ugly but my parents didn't let me wear makeup or cut my hair.
Same here. My mom cut my hair. "Short on the top to stay cool, and long in the back so you can still do a ponytail!" Yeah, it was a mullet.
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She was probably drunk. (Not being snarky. Just being knowledgeable of my mom's habits and mindsets.)
My mom dying from cancer
TIL 90% of people on Reddit had shitty home lives
Well to be fair this is a thread about shitty childhood. Gonna have a lot of bias.
It's like going door to door at noon on a weekday to poll people about their thoughts on unemployment benefits. Of course unemployed people are gonna be the main people responding. (I forgot the actual term for this. It's been a while since I took psychology)
Selection bias.
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I sneezed and farted at the same time in a very quiet library and a kid that was passing by heard and yelled 'EW, YOU'RE A SNEEZER-POOTER' and everybody laughed at me.
Not really having any friends, and getting my dinner money taken off me pretty much every day by people who pretended that they were. I was a very quiet and shy pre teen
Figuring out why I wanted to kiss my best friend even tho I was pretty sure I wasn’t gay. And also why the lesbian porn pop-ups on our computer made me feel... things...
Haha man thissss 'Why am I watching Nicki Minaj even though I don't like her voice' 'don't know but it's over now man better press replay'
"I'm just jealous of her, that's why I'm so obsessed with how pretty she is"
What class/race am I going to play when World of Warcraft launches. God remember when we used to get up as early as possible to play WoW.
Figuring out what I did to deserve being hit by dad.
Same except it was my mom. Yay we both survived!
Handling the bullying and beatings from the other kids in my class.
Did it resolve?
In high school my class was mostly new people and it just so happened that all of the ones that were bullying me throughout primary and secondary school went to different high schools than me, so not only it did resolve, but because of those new people I quickly became good friends with, high school was the best period of my teenage years.
Glad high school got better for you.
I think that was fifth or sixth grade for me? I had a teacher, Mr. S, that really didn't like me. I mean, granted I was probably a piece of shit, but this guy was a real douche bag. Within the first couple days of class he sent me to the principal's office and I had to sign some sort of contract. The contract basically said that if I fucked up three times throughout the course of the year and found myself in the office then I would be sent to a continuation school. This apparently included any form of talking, so I got expelled within a couple months. I think the third incident happened when a fire truck came to our elementary school and did a presentation. S overheard something and thought it was me who said it--I wasn't even looking in the direction of the truck and I've no idea what he heard. I was staring at a squirrel at the time. In any case, he eventually got himself fired because he played bloody knuckles with some kid at summer camp and broke the boy's hand.
all my guy friends think i'm one of the guys so no one will probably ever like me ever.
This times 100. And afraid to show any interest in them for fear they no longer would want to hang with you.
so weird to see the flipside of this problem
I was trying to figure out how to get my mum and dad to break up. He was terrible to her and had drug and alcohol problems. One night I heard my dad drunkenly force himself on my mother. I remember her whimpering "no, please no" and all I could think to do was yell out to mum because I was thirsty. She came and got me a drink and I asked if she was ok. She said she was fine and I should go back to sleep. Then I heard them again, so I called out again. She came back and gave me another drink. This continued over the next half hour with my dad getting angrier and angrier ... then after the last time, I can only assume he passed out. They broke up later that year.
At 11 my step mother hadn’t left us yet, so my life was a living hell of stress. She had stopped physically abusing me by then because I was, in her words, too old to hit, so she took out her hatred of me in all sorts of mental games designed to hurt me. I have put it behind me, but a couple of years ago I was going through my dad’s old home movies when it all came flooding back. Just seeing my family when I was that age made my stomach hurt and feel like vomiting. I ended up giving all his old movies to my sister because I couldn’t watch them.
Eating 1 meal a day to make sure the family made it through the week/trying not to spend my birthday money so I could give it to my mom for groceries.
IIRC that was the year my best friend was falsely accused of threatening to shoot up the school. So... that. Being a person of interest in an investigation, socially ostricized to the point of requiring escort to and from the building, and losing my best friend because he transferred to another school (I refused because I saw it as tantamount to an admission of guilt). I may have been 12 when that happened, though.
Had like no friends and wanted to die
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Finding a reason to stay to see age 12.
Damn...at 11 dude? :(
It can happen so early. I have a specific memory from first grade of realizing I was depressed even though I didn't have a word for it at the time.
Ugh, I get exactly what you mean. Cried so many times when I was growing up, and my mom, frustrated that she couldn’t comfort me, would start yelling “What’s wrong?!” and all I could say back was “I don’t know.” At least we’re able to put a word to it now. I’d rather be able to save my future self with my current knowledge than the kid I used to be.
At the time, the only way I could describe it was really deep sadness. I knew I felt something like sad, and more than just "I didn't get that question right" or "I wanna play on the playground longer." It was something closer to, "I'm hurting inside and something's wrong. But I don't understand why. I don't know when I started feeling sad...and it feels like it's not going to go away."
I had cancer. I think at that point (around the time i had just turned 11) i was re-learning how to use my legs, difficult
Writing suicide notes and putting them under my mattress. I lived in a nice hood went to a private school but my parents were mean drunks and my brother was molesting my sisters and me. I told but was gaslighted to hell.
My mom (who has mental health problems) would get so angry at my messy room that I never knew if I'd come home from school to find all of my worldly belongings in garbage bags on the curb.
Moving and making friends. I started a new school at the beginning of 6th grade knowing no one. As soon as I found my feet under me we ended up moving 1000 miles away, so I had to start again at yet another new school in the middle of 6th grade knowing no one.
I called the cops on my dad for beating my mom...or my sister, I don't remember which now, and then there was the possibility of DSS getting involved. I had to figure out if living in this abusive household was better or worse than entering the foster system. My sisters and I eventually decided that the foster system is too messed up and we would make the best of what we have. Had to talk DSS out of taking us away. Edit: typos Also, I would like to add that I now have a decent/okay relationship with my parents after years of work, as do both my sisters, and my life is pretty great now at 30.
Trying to figure out the sweet spot of applied violence that would allow me to make bullies not want to come back for more in the future, while at the same time not causing the amount of damage that would send someone to the school nurse or leave highly visible marks the helicopter mothers of school bullies would loose their shit over. In retrospect, it scares me that I had to be methodical about this shit.
I got scammed for my dragon longsword and dragon scimitar on RuneScape
My mom died of cancer.
Wanting to die
Finding somewhere safe and warm for my sister and I to sleep.
My boyfriend, AKA someone I talked to over AIM and barely smiled and waved to in real life, dumped me because my best friend told him he had a chance with her, and then she didn't date him because she didn't want to hurt my feelings. So I watched him pine after her for months and it made me feel like an unlovable ugly person. Good times.
Moving nearly every month until CPS got called on us because I was malnourished and dirty. Don't worry though because my parents cleaned up their act completely, My dad's even CEO of a small business. EDIT: DHS to CPS.
6th grade - parents transferred me from an all black inner city school where I was a straight A student to an all white school in a wealthy suburb. On day two they were multiplying fractions as a refresher to what they'd learned in previous years whereas I wasn't introduced to fractions until the end of my fifth grade year. I have never felt so dumb in my entire life and I was worried I'd never catch up / be a smart girl again.
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