Welp, it's almost over.

(Forgive the many grammatical errors. I wrote far more than I had intended, and can't be bothered to fix it all)

School! It's drawing to a close for the last time. In just a few weeks, I'll be out of it for good. Or rather, I'll be out for a few months until college starts.

Now to take a look at Trigger's long and annoying school career.


1997-1998 = Kindergarten
I remember toys, cookies, naps, and having two recesses a day. Everyone was still giggling and rolling around blindly in the uncorrupted fog of innocence. Good times... Good times indeed. Except for when I jumped out of the swing and landed on my ass. That hurt like hell. I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. One kid died this year. I don't remember how.

1998-1999 = First Grade
Fucking hell. Where did our second recess go? Where are the naps? The cookies? The TOYS?! What is this thing called homework? Why do we have to sit in these hard wooden desks? Why why WHY?! *Breaks down and cries for awhile.* On a lighter note, the 1st and 2nd grader's playground was much cooler than the kindergartners'. I remember making a girl cry, the same girl that got pregnant last year and dropped out. I had my first girlfriend during this time, but she dumped me after I started ignoring her. Lol... I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. Two kids died this year. One of them drowned. Iunno about the other.

1999-2000 = Second Grade
After New Year's came rolling past and Y2K had still yet to kill us, we all had to learn how to write in cursive. I cannot fucking write in cursive. I got paddled three times this year, and was sent to detention once, for calling someone a bastard. Oh yeah... I learned to cuss around this time, and cuss I did. One kid died this year. Something to do with brain problems. She came from an incestuous family.

2000 -2001 = Third Grade
This was an election school-year, and the first time we were introduced to the subject of politics. And by that, I mean our teachers told us that democrats suck ass. We held a mock election, and only one person in our entire grade voted against Bush, mostly due to gun control issues. It was around this time that I discovered I liked writing. I recall writing a story about a bear stalking and killing a hiker. Oh yeah, and we downgraded to a less awesome playground... I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. One kid died this year. As far as I can tell, he died in a car crash on the way to or from prom.

2001-2002 = Fourth Grade
9/11! That's really all I can remember. I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. However, I did come very close to getting suspended for drawing a picture of a librarian getting raped by a purple monster. Three kids died, all in the same car crash.

2002 - 2003 = Fifth Grade
Mean-ass teacher, and mean-ass kids... By this time, the fog of innocence had lifted entirely, though we had yet to have any pregnancies due to the girls being underdeveloped at the time. I lost a lot of friends as they gradually moved onto the sports and prep cliques. In the end, I was left with under a dozen really good ones, most of which are still my friends to this day. Fifth graders had to downgrade to the big-kids playground, which had nothing but a fucking tree in it... At least it prepared us for the following year, when we would lose playtime entirely. I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. Some girl fell out of a moving car and died.

2003 - 2004 = Sixth Grade
Middle School! No effing recess... I moved away to Maryland... Everyone was a douche bag, and it took me several months to fall in with a nice group of friends. I got into many fights, but after getting their asses kicked enough times, they started leaving me alone. I got paddled zero times this year (Maryland doesn't paddle,) and was sent to detention once (Guess why.) Nobody died this year, despite the fact that my school in Maryland had 1000 students in the middle school alone, whereas my school in Mississippi had 700 students counting every grade.

2004 - 2005 = Seventh Grade
This time, I made more friends, and was mostly left alone by the douche bags from the very beginning. I started going out, to hang around with friends. Many random acts of vandalism were perpetrated. Many penises were drawn on many pieces of private property. I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. However, I did get into a lot of trouble when a teacher found a book with like 200 comics a friend and I had been drawing together. They were very graphic in nature. Around this time, I took an interest in drawing people from my favorite animes and video games. Once again, NOBODY died. Something must be wrong with Mississippi.

2005 - 2006 = Eighth Grade
My hardest year ever. Whereas I had normally made all A's in years past, my ass almost got kicked by Trigonometry. I had a lot of trouble with it, mostly because I slept in class, as per usual. My nuts dropped around this time, and I began to actively seek out members of the opposite sex, which may have effected my trig grade as well. I remember sneaking out one night to meet a girl when I was supposed to be studying, only to have my mom discover I was missing. My ass received quite a thrashing. I eventually succeeded, though. ;) I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. Nay, I skipped both of those steps entirely, and was suspended for a day, following the discovery of one of my comics, which involved Mexicans raping and murdering white women with their razor-sharp sombreros. Yet again, nobody died.

2006 - 2007 = Ninth Grade
High School at last! After spending three years getting to be top dog of my middle school, I was once again the short man on campus. Furthermore, I was separated from some of my friends, who were sent to different High Schools depending on their district. My girlfriend was one of these people, which saddened me for a time. Luckily though, there were new ones to be found. After toughing my way through the trials and tribulations of eighth grade, I was once again making straight A's, or close to it. I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention twice. The first time was for beating the shit out of a tenth grader for calling my mom a whore, and the second time was for when I wrote something about murder and guns on the bottom of a test. My backpack was later seized, and they discovered a whole mess of comics I'd been drawing. (again) These were my most graphic masterpieces yet, perhaps too horrible for me to mention here. As a result, I was temporarily dismissed from school until a psychiatric evaluator could determine my sanity. This would have gone by quicker, were it not for the fact that one of my comics included a character named James. Coincidentally, we had an older friend of the family named James, who lived nearby. In the comic, the James character was sodomized and murdered. Somehow, my psychiatrist connected a bunch of nonexistent dots, and determined that I had been sexually abused at some point by real-life James... Long story short, my relatives and relations all vouched for my complete sanity, and I managed to conduct myself as civilly as possible while in the psychiatrist's presence. I was back in school after two weeks. Surprisingly, someone died that year, but I can't remember who or how.

2007 - 2008 = Tenth Grade
We moved back to Mississippi, and I continued attending my original school. I was delighted to find that almost all of my old friends were still there, and a few of my old enemies had either gotten pregnant, dropped out, moved, or a combination of the three. Life went by as if I had never moved. Times were good for the most part. I got paddled three times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. Oh, how I missed being paddled! First I got caught cussing, second I got caught throwing a bottle on top of the roof, and third... I actually can't remember the third time. Two middle schoolers died this year, one of some sort of embolism. I can't remember how the other kid died.

2008 - 2009 = Eleventh Grade
The good times continued to roll. This was perhaps my best year since Kindergarten. I racked up a 29 on the ACT, ensuring that my college would be free or close to it if I stayed in-state, and I befriended pretty much the entire senior class. I swear, I should have been born a year earlier. I really miss those guys... I got paddled zero times this year, and was sent to detention zero times. One of the seniors died, following multiple shotgun blasts to the torso and head... Gang stuff. We also lost a ninth grader.

2009 - 2010 = Twelfth Grade
Here I am at last! This year has just flown by... It's been good for the most part, with the exception of having to stomp that eleventh grader for pissing me off. I got paddled one time this year (For skipping), and was sent to detention zero times. AMAZINGLY, nobody has died yet! How can this be? The only thing bad so far is that I can't be valedictorian, since I failed Trigonometry (slept through it and refused to take tests,) which I had to retake this year, since I didn't get credit for taking it in eighth grade. Despite having the best combined grades in my entire class, you aren't allowed to be valedictorian if you fail a single subject your entire high school career. Oh well. I hate giving speeches anyway.


Feel free to post your own school memories~

Wow...The American Education system and the Students Abilities to stay alive sure are...Off Normality... Its alot diffrent then mine o_o

We dont get naps during Kindergaten.
Paddling never existed here.
Nobody ever died.
Etc Etc...

Anyway, My school life has pretty much remained Pointless and Devoid of any actual work, Ive got mostly D's in my Exams, I always get Detentions Normaly for no Homework...

Meh, I'd rather be Asleep >_> Which also never happens at my School.

How did you do it at yours? D:

Alot of teachers here will get anal about people sleeping in their classes, but they can't exactly say "Sit up and pay attention" if you're acing their tests regardless.

Oh yeah! One last thing I forgot to add in.

There are 35 girls in my senior class.

11 have been pregnant at some point or another.

11/35 = 31.4% likelihood of getting knocked up prior to graduation.

<3

Also, at least one person died at my old school during each of the four years I was in Maryland. Jeez, we suck. Perhaps if we didn't try to incorporate drugs and alcohol into every single thing we do.

Wow. I just got next year, and I'll be out in the world. Hell, I'm already being called by recruiters and colleges.

Col Awesome wrote:

Wow...The American Education system and the Students Abilities to stay alive sure are...Off

Anyway, My school life has pretty much remained Pointless and Devoid of any actual work, Ive got mostly D's in my Exams, I always get Detentions Normaly for no Homework...

How did you do it at yours? D:

they gave up with that with me i still never did any

Well, I'm going to be completely honest here and post my own. Most of what I say here, I've never told you, or most people for that matter.

I was born in PA and lived there all my life.

1997-1998 = Kindergarten
I went to small Kindergarten. Nap time was the best time. I had a super comfortable mat that had puppy paw prints on it. I loved life at this time. I don't remember that much else. I had a best friend named Jonathan, he moved away a year later. However I did meet James and Tommy, who turned out to be some of my best friends later in life.

1998-1999 = First Grade
I started going to a small, Catholic Private School because my parents were upper middle class. The education was tougher than a public school and more strict.
I got into sports, (soccer, baseball, gymnastics, swimming). Our school had 30 guys and 30 girls. I didn't realize at first the significance of spending 8 years of my life with a select group of people. Like you could imagine, it was filled with drama.

1999-2000 = Second Grade
I was naturally good at schoolwork and I loved to read. I excelled in math especially.
The year went by fast.

2000 -2001 = Third Grade
My handwriting was terrible. I realized I liked girls this year. A lot. I was very sociable and made new friends easily, (James, Tommy, Matt) I lied to my teacher this year to get a bonus point by signing my own test as my mom. Looking back on it, my teacher obviously knew I was lying but she let me get the point anyway.

2001-2002 = Fourth Grade
9/11. Terrorism. Bush. Fear. I never truly understood what happened this year until a couple years later. More importantly on valentines day, the most popular girl in our grade gave me a valentine asking if I would be her boyfriend. I never realized that we had been flirting, I just thought it was fun to throw things at her and kick her feet. I gave her a valentine the next day in agreement. That made my year. I got my first demerit, for kicking my girlfriend under the table. I shrugged it off like a badass, although I was petrified inside.

2002 - 2003 = Fifth Grade
I had no idea what to do with a girlfriend so i just kinda awkwardly stood next to her most days. The other guys in my school began to hate me because I was going out with the prettiest girl. The boys and girls separated into 3 cliques, the cool kids, the inbetweens, and the rejects. I became an inbetween.

2003 - 2004 = Sixth Grade
She broke up with me. No one even told me. I figured it out one day when she ignored me, completely. In fact all of the cool kid girls ignored me. It was pretty shitty. I learned what true friendship was and became best friends with Tommy and James who were awesome guys that stood by my side. I continued to play sports. I discovered porn.

2004 - 2005 = Seventh Grade
I became a badass this year. I cut my hair short and started becoming friends with all the cool kids. I went out with other girls. I became best friends with one girl who I will call M. Out of the blue my ex 4th grade girlfriend told me that I changed, in a bad way. She told me that she liked me because I didn't try to be a badass and I was genuinely a nice kid. I brushed her off but the words stuck to me. I did good this year in all of my subjects. Except handwriting.

2005 - 2006 = Eighth Grade
I mellowed out. I became friends with everyone and tried to keep the drama low. Everything was going well in my life, except for one little thing... M, my best friend, turned out to be the biggest parasite of my life. She was a terrible person and made my best friend James and I get into a fight. Together, James and I realized how big of a bitch she was and brofisted as we kicked her down a well. We graduated that year. Most of us applied to a larger private Catholic high school. James and I forgave M ...(BIG MISTAKE)

2006 - 2007 = Ninth Grade
I got into the all boys, super tough, super strict, Catholic highschool my parents wanted me to go to. Thankfully James came too, unfortunately, Tommy did not. M and most of the other girls went to the Catholic all girls school nearby. It was intimidating as hell going to a new school. I tried hard but didn't do well in most of my classes. I made friends with pretty much everyone at my school. M drama continued. I swam on.


2007 - 2008 = Tenth Grade
I began to experience what I have now been diagnosed for as severe depression. Unmedicated, I lost all motivation and hope. My grades all dropped. M drama got worse. My friendships drew apart. James remained my only link through the shit. I got into the internet. I swam on.

2008 - 2009 = Eleventh Grade
The worst of the depression was during this year. My grades were horrendous. I thought nothing of my future. I contemplated suicide. M drama got to an extreme. I got into a massive fight with her and pretty much lost every girl I had as a friend. James followed me.
My SAT's were the only thing that saved me. from this year. My parents had no idea what was going on with me. I ran away and left a suicide note. The cops found me. I began to get medicated. I swam on.

2009 - 2010 = Twelfth Grade
I felt fanfuckingtastic. My grades improved. I became friends with everyone, girls and boys. I had many relationships. I discovered weed. (Wow!) I had tons of sex. (WOW!) James and I are bestfriends and support each other through everything. I got into a bunch of colleges, thanks to my SAT's.

Now:
School is winding down, I'm having sex regularly with the girl of my dreams. I have the best friends. M is a bitch and everyone knows it. My 4th grade ex does keg-stands every weekend. I'm sitting at my computer right now, chilling out, comparing colleges I got into.

Blah, I hope no one has the time to read this. I came to this forum to escape and it worked. It was great being a member here and enjoying one of my many passions, zombies.

love you guys.

Ah i remember graduating. It was liberating.

But i didn't have money for college and the recession was at its absolute worst for the two years after i got out. I wasn't able to get a job in the Union which was my goal and even mcdonalds wasn't hiring. So now 2-3 years later im going military.

Life sure is funny

Ha, that's great, Konny! =D I'm glad everything's working out for you. <3

We're more alike than I thought. I went through a bit of a bad depression in 2007 after a loved one died. But I toughed my way through it with some help from my friends (And found DF) and had an epic go with my last couple years.

Of course, I'm not regularly having sex at the moment. Went through a complicated breakup not long ago. >.> Damn you Konneh.

However, I assume there are girls in college. But for the nonce, I'll have to make due with your nudes.

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Ah i remember graduating. It was liberating.

But i didn't have money for college and the recession was at its absolute worst for the two years after i got out. I wasn't able to get a job in the Union which was my goal and even mcdonalds wasn't hiring. So now 2-3 years later im going military.

Life sure is funny

D= Dude

eh i got no complaints. Both the union and the military would leave me sore all day.

Union
free time
great pay
not much traveling
become tough as a nail

Military
military hours
tax free pay
constant traveling
can kill a man with a spork


both had their pluses and minus but military seemed to be the card fate dealt me. thus is the case with about 50+ other people in my senior class. 10% of them the rich boys are fine and went out of state for college. 30% Others were lucky and had enough to go through college like the american dream and begin a good life. 40% are gonna be poor for a LONG time after college. 10% will drop out. 5% will sell drugs and be in prison. And my 5% are going military.

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both had their pluses and minus but military seemed to be the card fate dealt me. thus is the case with about 50+ other people in my senior class. 10% of them the rich boys are fine and went out of state for college. 30% Others were lucky and had enough to go through college like the american dream and begin a good life. 40% are gonna be poor for a LONG time after college. 10% will drop out. 5% will sell drugs and be in prison. And my 5% are going military.

Around here it's more like

1% = Are rich kids with options.
2% = Have good enough grades to attend college for a low price. (I'm in here)
7% = Plan to go to college, but will be stuck with most of the bill themselves.
8% = Will join the military.
7% = Will be moderately successful in some sort of vocation.
40% = Will spend their lives impoverished, living from tiny check to tiny check.
10% = Will make good money for a time selling meth, but will eventually land in prison.
20% = Will spend their lives SUPER impoverished, living off of welfare.
5% = Will die tragically early.

i consider rich being in a 100K a year family
so i guess our percentage are based off our ideals of poor and rich

Changed my list slightly.

Hmm, that's around what I consider rich as well. But most folks around here don't even come close to making half of that. I live in the poorest state in the country, after all.

I envy Kon for having sex on a regular basis

which reminds me
the new years party last year I went with my cousins
we came a bit late, they're already drunk, naked people doing each other in the pool, etc etc etc, and oh some girl grabbed my pants down and started to suck my penis off
it freaked the hell out of me because she came out of nowhere
good thing she was drunk
made it easier for me to push her off of me
we left after we drank a few cups of beer

Minutes later
cops came
crashed the party
took the alcohol
people got arrested
most were under aged
etc etc
you get the idea

I was relieved that I got the hell out of there before I got my ass busted



and Kyo
you're like the 5th person I know so far that is going to the military
a couple of my friends got drafted into the army

it sucked

And that 8% will live happily ever after, or die like men for their country, either is good.

As for me, same story as you guys, born and raised in Brooklyn, New york. Could kill another kid my age by 10 (Had my six pack around this time), kicked ass of one person so hard, that he developed a heart problem, scared me from being able to fight to this day, also helped me to stop going from 0 to over 9000 on the rage scale(thank you viking ancestry for berserkers rage, hail Odin)

911 hits I can see it from my 3rd grade class window, saw first plane hit, smoke, not fun, my dads job in the city was less than 5 20 blocks from the tower, and I thought that they would go sideways and take out everything.

Friends, lacking, why, cause any friends I do have needed to be kept to the standard that I would give my life to save them, and vice versa, every one I have grown up around are punk ass bitches who think they are the next big rappers, they have no respect for anything, and they where very racist(dads Jewish, not fun to be a target like that, though 60% of Brooklyn is all Jews.

I am now creeping year to year with one year left, and two friends I would trust to give a loaded gun to and to have my back.

God I am tempted to join the Marines just to be able to have licensee to kill stuff.

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some girl grabbed my pants down and started to suck my penis off

Good, good.

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push her off of me

Wait, what? Your culture is strange.

Z 1 wrote:

helped me to stop going from 0 to over 9000 on the rage scale(thank you viking ancestry for berserkers rage, hail Odin)

I lol'd very hard xD

I wish my life could have a happy turnout. Doesn't look like it's gonna happen. Hope it does, though.

Anyway, I think Konny is Michael Phelps now.

I might be really honest later, and post my school experiences. Although it must never leave here. I haven't even recounted all of that shit with my IRL best friend.

Lmao, i'd prolly push her off as well. Syphilus is a very real disease, and a very real easy one to get too. Who knows how many dicks she blew that night, not like she's a porn star with regular STD testing and can star in a 1 chick vs 100 men orgy

i've fucked a stripper, BEFORE she was a stripper after highschool. So yea i'm content. Best piece of ass i've gotten and i've had my fair share of chicks. Weed is quite an easy way to meet women. Too bad i made all pot head friends and now that i quit i really dont have many people to hang around cause i'm not "hardcore" anymore. Even though i could drink them under the table easily.

I've met only two people who have beaten me in "drink the beer" for cash (motivator). Prolly won over 200 bucks from that little red plastic cup and a can of budweiser. Only lost $20 (5 for the first game, 5 for a rematch)

Bah! Only wussies are afflicted with STDs! It's natures way of making sure no field will accept the weak seed!

Oh wow. I miss alot by never going outside or never trying to get a Girlfriend...That may be due to my Extreme Sexism though....










...Loljk about the Sexism

Kindergarten: The first day of school, I came home and quit. I didn't like school from day one.

1st: I found the joy of science when my teacher caught himself on fire.

2nd: Another new school: A sub taught us the color wheel by mixing colors into a little jar. We asked a color, she made it. Finally we asked for 'Black'. The teacher said noone likes black, causing the black children to go home and tell their parents. The teacher was fired the next week.

4th: New School: I had a racist black teacher who never helped me, thus I was behind in math for the next 6 years

5th: Another new school: I started going to Crowley, and went there for the next 7 years.

12th: I started my senior year in a new school.

I skipped the uneventful years.

I'll post my life later tonight. Expect gingerness.

Col Awesome wrote:

Oh wow. I miss alot by never going outside or never trying to get a Girlfriend...That may be due to my Extreme Sexism though....






...Loljk about the Sexism

Well women ARE subservient and inferior.

Well Said, My good sir *Puts on his Monicle and Top Hat, taking a sip of tea*

Female's trying to be Individual is rather Humourous, Wouldnt you agree? Haa Haa haa

I hate you all.

*snuggles Jarkwee*