Tell me about your favorite 5 things that happend to you while you attended school! (Idk just curious)
Back to school hax :3
If yall going back to school heres some cool diy hax ::333
- Take a lighter and a 1l tank of gasoline with you. That way you could have an early break.
- Get some rope and learn how to tie a noose.
- Jumping in front of moving cars is an excellent way of leaving this hell..
Thank you and bye. :3
Sexual experience in middle school
I'm a 14 year old girl in middle school and I want to find a boy not to be my boyfriend but just fool around like kissing and maybe taking off some clothes but nothing like intercourse. I don't know how to do this though.
What’s the best / worst thing about your work / school?
What’s the best / worst thing about your work / school?
THIS IS ME
hello guys , i have taken leave from school today coz i am not feeling well :( i promised my school friends that i would come to school today but today suddenly i fell sick and i wasn't even able to inform anyone that i am not coming to school coz they left for school till then :(
List Five things you can’t live without and why?
@ragnar-lothbrok there are many :
school :D (or any other workplace coz we can't stay in school for eternity)
You can stay school for eternity, just imagine when you finish schooling then you become a teacher or lecturer
What would you do if you had 24 hours left of your life?
@kek I admit, this is a bit over-the-top and frankly unrealistic but it’s a lot more exciting than just dying in my sleep.
Assuming those 24 hours begin at midnight and that I don’t have school that day…
First, I get my things in order. I organize stuff that needs to be returned to my school and email my letter of resignation to my boss. I also erase all data from my computer, clear out my Netflix history, and close all social media accounts.
Everyone in my apartment’s fast asleep, but the city is just beginning to wake up. I put on some jeans and a hoodie, grab my phone/earbuds and a switchblade, and sneak out to the nearest ATM. I withdraw all the cash from my bank card (~$3,500, mostly my own income) and tuck all but $10–20 in my shoes for safekeeping. Then I go to the nearest 7–11 possibly grab a pack of cigarettes, given that I can successfully convince the cashier into selling tobacco to a minor. Also I buy a can of Monster. Gotta stay awake for my last day alive!
I head towards the nightlife. Again, good thing I have extra cash because there’ll be a lot of bribery. First, I find a tattoo artist looking for some practice and show him the designs I want and where I want them. That should eat up an hour. Then I either bribe or sneak past a bouncer and get into one of those really high-end nightclubs. Chances are, I’ll bum a couple tequila shots off of some other customers, but obviously I won’t drink so much as to be wasted and hungover. Just a couple rounds to get tipsy for a few hours. All in all, I should be occupied until just before the buttcrack of dawn.
The alcohol would’ve mostly worn off by now, and sometime between the bar and 4 A.M. I would borrow a lighter from someone to smoke a cigarette or two. I go to McDonalds for a bathroom break and use their WiFi. Since I have a bit of free time, I can commence Phase 1 of my Final Plan. I use my phone to access the Dark Web and search for a cheap pyrotechnic and an abandoned building near me. I tell him/her to meet me there at 11:30 later that night.
I take a relaxing stroll down the streets while listening to music. I relish the sights for one last time.
I find one of those stereotypical All-American breakfast houses. I go to my email and send one last message to my mother saying that I forgive her for what she did (or more importantly didn’t do). I chow down on some pancakes and a smoothie while making small talk with strangers.
I go back to my house. My dad hasn’t even woken up so there’s no worry about him checking my strangely clean bedroom. I wake my dad up for work and help out with breakfast. We’ll probably chat and I’ll sneak in a very subtle final goodbye before he leaves for work. After that I might read fanfiction or watch TV just ‘cause.
I double-check that pyrotechnic order I made just to be sure. Then I take a relaxing hot shower and change because chances are I smell like smoke, booze, and sweat.
I send my friends another text asking them to meet me at our usual meeting spot. They’re (mostly) early risers. We meet and just hang out like friends are supposed to. We’ll do stupid dares, talk about random stuff, gossip about adults, and perhaps send ten pizzas to my soccer coach’s place.
I stop by the dojo and teach the noontime green belt class.
Lunchtime! I grab what would be my last taste of street food and eat on a bench outside my apartment, given the weather is nice.
I go home and play my last round of video games.
I pack a small afternoon picnic with whatever food is left in the fridge.
I pick up my boyfriend from his house and take him on a surprise date in the park. Maybe I’ll even steal one of those sunset kisses before I drop him home.
I buy the cheapest movie ticket and see it while criticizing it out loud. Then halfway through the film, I ditch and grab some sweets at a nearby candy shop.
I visit my school building for the last time. True, it was the source of a lot of agony and boredom, but if there’s one thing school taught me, it’s that knowledge can come from anywhere.
I use my GPS to find the address of the abandoned building where I’m supposed to meet the pyrotechnic. I hail a cab because chances are it’s outside the city.
Before going to the abandoned building, I smoke another cigarette outside a gas station store. Then I bribe another cashier into letting me buy a bottle of vodka because I want to inhibit my judgement before I begin to regret what is about to happen next.
I meet the pyrotechnic at the building. They have my request set up so I pay them with all the remaining cash I have left. They give me a crash course on the device they set up and gives me a button that would detonate it whenever I wished to. Then I tell them to get out of there and say nothing if questioned. I smoke one last cigarette and take a few large swigs of vodka. Phase 2 of the Final Plan has now been completed.
Chances are, I’m drunk enough to not give a fuck. I put on my headphones and blast my Fall Out Boy playlist to get pumped. I’ll sing and dance on top of my lungs and pretend I’m king for the last two hours of my life. I also move out such that I’m outside the building but not in the epicenter of the blast zone. I want this to be epic, not ugly.
I close my eyes and count down from 60.
With that button in my hand, I commence Phase 3.
By the next evening, I’m trending on all social media and all the news outlets are talking about me. The headline? Something along the lines of: Teen Dies in Mysterious Building Explosion.
I’ll be a fucking legend.
This is my story of irresponsibility and bad decisions. Don't try this at home.
I was a pretty good kid growing up, I was an overweight, fun and food loving kid with a great sense of humor. Always had an addictive personality though and that is where the trouble started. Tried marijuana when i was 14 and used it occasionally from there until I became about 17. Shitty HS student, stayed back in TENTH grade, yeah I'm an asshole. Meanwhile my little bro become school president. I worked as a dishwasher at a CC and of course that was just the culture to get high. Smoker regularly by that point, sneaking hits out back and on my walk home. Throughout high school the frequency increased a lot to where it was morning, during, and after school heavily. Made it my priority to get and herb I could good or bad and smoke until the feelings went away. Paranoia started to become a regular. The drinking and partying started more in my 20's. Had a job with my mother 2 days after graduation and worked with that company for a couple years. Made money, lived at home, and spent most of it on pot, shitty food and bad decisions. Of course no aspirations of college or self improvement, because that meant less pot money and buying whatever I wanted. I didn't even get my license until 21 and drove my dads old truck. Had that for a bit when I drove to my glamorous deli job. Smoking pot ALL the time while there. On break, on the way home, and then whenever I felt. Worked there three years and lost my job for stealing THEN hiding some kind of candy. Started to realize my social and mental issues a bit by that point. I always remained one of the funnier guys in the room, liked to party on occasion but the addictive personality kept getting worse as my weight went up. At 17 I was about 300+ pounds and progressively got worse. I was oddly active for my size, always had a pretty intense fast talking personality. I was about 325 through most of high school, going up and down 15 lbs or so. Always remained a heavy pot smoker. Did some psychedelics in HS and early 20s, definitely still affects from that. Drank at parties and with friends but as you can imagine I had to overdo it all the time. I was a fun drunk honestly but didnt limit my self ever. It wasn't too frequently, could never do it daily. And at this point I am STILL living at home like a loser. Started working for Whole foods Market in 2005 and as you'd think this just opened up the floodgates. Worked in the bakery making 8.00 hr and worked my way into being a baker and mixer. By this point I had my parents fairly new Saturn as they got something bigger. Paid my mom the monthlys on it and owned it fully by 2007. Moved in with on of my best friends and a newer friend, who turned out to be who I am closer to now. This was about the time the credit cards started. Instantly started buying the dumbest shit like hats, clothes, fast food, even though my mom was a kitchen manager for 20 years+. She is why i got into food, gav e me that first job out of HS and of course followed her to Whole Foods. Not good at thinking for my self. Every job I've had was through someone I knew. Worked my way in to the Prep Foods department where she was working, but she moved to Produce to not have nepotism issues. Worked in that department doing all types of jobs but never really got anywhere as far as moving up. My pot use just kept getting worse and it made me more irritable and lose focus. I was a hard worker for the most part, did a lot overtime and long work weeks. Getting high in my car in the lot on breaks, still spending money like shit because all I had was rent, phone bill, and 2 CCs...at the time. THEN I got approved for a Best Buy card for $3000 and that was the start of the spiral. Bought a laptop the day it was appvoved. Started buying all types of DVDs and video games and all types of electronics...usually while high. Pot was easy access because my best friend/landlord was the local dealer. TOO easy to stay high all the time. Our house became a party house, all in our mid to late 20's with a shitload of party friends. I
I learned to DJ and started getting weekly gigs that i had to work my schedule around. Did that for a few years, and built up more equipment and only paid minimums on my cards. Made an extra $200 a week with a solid paycheck.....that again went to pot and shit decisions. Buying sneaks, clothes, bad food, and put gas in my car. Pretty much a lazy POS that only did for himself. Got to the point where I was always behind on rent but still asking for bags of weed. Yeah, really focused and responsible. got to the point where I couldnt afford rent and all my debt, minor at this point, you'll see later... Moved back home after only five years and my parents weren't too bad about it, but there was some strain in the relationship. My pop is a pretty tough and scary dude and doent take shit. Meanwhile i'm a complaining loser blaming my probs on everyone else. Me and my mother still worked together at WFM and def helped us be closer, always looked out for each other. My mother is such a great and caring woman but takes no shit. Wasn't paying rent really and just getting high in my old bedroom in front of a 25 inch TV in a room filled with shoes, clothes, DJ equip, and unnecessary shit, like so much clutter. My pot addiction was intense and horrible and the only way I got through the day was to be high all the time. Just went to work, came home to get high and see what my friends were doing, usually at a bar or drinking somewhere. I was really terrible by this point, just spending all my money on the worst shit, eating horribly despite being a cook and living with a cook. Late night drinking and eating shitty unhealthy foods at 3am. Getting high was even worse, just sat around and got high watching reruns. By this point my friends were all engaged, or married w kids. Got me into real bad depression, pot got even worse. Things with my parents were getting tense and I needed to start finding better ways to spend my time. My car died because I didnt keep up with basic shit like oil changes. All money went to the Mike fun fund. Decided to hit up a HS friend and see if he could help with a car. Talked me into a Toyota Avalon financed for about 19,000. Great idea right? Just ruined my last car and bought some flashy money pit for 375 a month.Now just paying for this new car, getting high and still not paying rent. Still worked at the same job and and my health was starting to feel it more being on my feet 50 hrs a week. All while coming home lonely and depressed, getting high. I looked into dating sites, did a few in the past and met a few, hung out with a few for short periods but never had any self esteem to keep going. Oh by the way, I've always had really bad self esteem because of being obese. I never dated or even hooked up with any ladies in HS, too afraid to try, felt like a pot head loser. Of course find out years later there were some ladies that wanted me to hit on them and thought i was cute. Typical. So now I am at my parents house really depressed at age 33 on all the dating sites, talking to a lot of ladies feeling a little better and trying to get something going. FINALLY I found a good one. We talked for a bit, she was cool w my pot use, had a good bit in common. We meet up and started dating shortly after. Both of us still lived at home which was a bit of an issue but I always drove to her place EVERYDAY.
Shortly after this things at work were getting worse, budget cuts, new management, ridiculous rule changes. I had now been there 9 years making solid money, DJing every weekend . Then they started to target me and my mother. Admittedly I was losing care for the job and the mundane schedule and work. But they decided to go after my mother and push her buttons and I wasnt having it. I started talking about management pretty horribly and my Taurus temper got the best of me and I was fired for it. Now unemployed living at home collecting UComp and living off of my paid time off that was built up. Decided not to work, but still DJed every weekend(pretty illegal) but you think i cared..? With my new girl and found out soon that we both were not good with money, should have been the first flag, but not for me. Still buying pot and using heavy making not much money at all, and driving this financed car back and forth there everyday about 40 min total. Didn't do any upkeep on the car just made sure we were having fun and spending on us. She lived only with her mother, lost her father very young and it was a tough situation for them and there I am just sitting on their couch drawing portraits and pictures for friends making side money. CC bills kept getting worse, but still managed min payments. Somehow paying for that money trap car and racking up mileage. Last year we decided to move in together, both from our parents house......great idea...and i was still unemployed. My freak out manifested itself as quitting pot cold turkey....best move ever right? TOTAL HELL. I wanted to get clean to get a job and it turned out to be the worst thing ive ever done. Severe anxiety, no eating or sleeping, barely functional, had to go to therapy because i constantly freaked out and had weird pains. got a little better in about 40 days or so. Came time for the move and still no job but was making okay side money, again probably illegal. Got moved in covered the first couple months rent and was doing okay. But I decided to open another credit card for a bed, because why pay for it outright when you can go into severe debt and just have it right away. Got a rescue dog, Ruby, she is so beautiful. I had to have a do but we already had a cat and a very feral cat. And the my lady decided to buy everything under the sun and open up new cards, Oh and trade her car in and lease a new car. I didnt get a job until our second month there and of course it was through a friend, but it was flower delivery at 9 per hour. Hit the Big Time! Then I decided to start smoking again, best idea ever. DJing a lot more by then making about 1200 a month doing that. Thought I'd be okay still paying minimums on the cards and contributing to bills. Getting high a lot more now that im in my own place. My average per month was about $350, could have paid my car with that alone. Oh and still paying off four years on a car that I didnt keep up with. Made minor repairs and just didnt give shit as long as it drove. Fake inspected for 100 bucks. All we did was get take out spend money on RIDICULOUS amounts of things online, Amazon mainly. no joke about 250 a month on nonsense and one time use shit. Proposed to her and opened another card to get it, another great idea. can barely pay other bills but had to get that ring. Pot still a staple through all this and constant irritability and fighting because i am a needy child that doesnt listen. Spending just got worse and then I decided to leave that job a year later to try something w better pay but intensely physical. Made it two days and quit because i am so out of shape and my back is terrible. Again unemployed while my fiance is pretty much covering all bills. Credit cards were now not even getting paid at all and rent was impossible. having cable and electric was very costly and we couldnt keep up. And to make matters SO much better I ran that car into the ground because i didnt put OIL in it ever......NEVER CHANGED OR FILLED OIL. And I still owe 11.000 and climbing. Total fucking asshole. Our cell phone bill is about to get shout off ,along with the heat, cable, and losing the apartment with an insane amount of shit in here that was purchased on impulse. We ate what we wanted did what we wanted and had no thought of how it will pan out. I am now in debt for this car for $11000 and rising, havent paid in two months, no CCs being paid total balance is at least $12000, And tax people are coming after me. I'm about to be out on the street with my lady and pets with about 25,000 in debt not to mention her cards totaling 15-20000 and her car lease cosigned by her mother.
LONG story short. I've spent at least $90,000 on pot in my life and thats where this has me. I would do every bit of my life over and maybe could have been a normal contributing member of society. Now just about to be a homeless loser that couldnt control himself. This is going to affect so many people in a very bad way. I am a selfish piece of shit and I deserve every bit of what's coming.
Comment if you'd like if you even make it through this novel
Thanks and I hope you live a better life than me.
AN INDIRECT IMPERFECT CONFESSION
@one well once you see my school , you will find no difference in the behaviour or gossips of indian and western students
Yes ther is difference between Indian schools an western schools I mean western culture is very different from Indian culture we Indian knowing in the world by culture... that's not our culture having bfs at under 18 either I said under 21 ... you gat my point...
ALL ABOUT SUBJECTS
what is the one subject you love/loved the most at school and the one subject you hate/hated the most at school ?