This really old random dood something to me on Friday...."There'll be better days"

and that's all he said.

im wondering how non-drinking people put up with parties
because i wanna become one of them

as someone who was always the sober one at parties: it's boring.

you just have to cherish the fact that you're not acting like the idiots around you, it's a nice feeling but it gets old after 5 minutes and it's all pain and boredom after that

i like doing the inner joke thing when everyone else is stoned - but that is almost unavoidable.

i normally find parties boring when i am drunk, so if they were to become more boring the only two possible solutions would be not going to any party ever again or suicide.

If you're open to drinking a bit more, sometimes it can be a great way to open up to others, but the key is to not open up too much brotha.

Also, just focus on your breath and take note of what's going on physically and mentally when these situations arise, and work on not having conceptual elaboration and doubts. Anxiety is cyclic and feeds itself the more you affirm your thoughts.

who are you talking to? confused.

I can attest to the fact that focusing on yr breath does not work when it comes to police officers in Texas.

I had the fuzz give me a fucking sobriety test at the DMV because Officer Unfriendly "smells something on my breath".

it was a fucking cool honey altoid, pig.

i don't recommend driving ever.
but i know, probably not a possibility in texas.
smelling something on your breath... don't they have that device you blow into?

yeah I suggested that the super-trooper go ahead and give me one. instead, the fascist took me into the back interrogation room, that they have at the DMV, and made me "follow his pen with my eyes". this was shortly after being ordered to "get 'that hair' out of" said eyes.

there's likely a very good reason why this dude was stuck behind an info desk for driver's licenses and not, say, out on the road, "busting longhairs" like he could before shooting that guy.

three things come out of texas: beers, steers and fear.

i know this isn't an anecdote/memory exchange thread but it's now a thread about smelling something on someone's breath. One time in school the perverted arts teacher asked us to bring flowers, vases and bottles of wine to draw. She did say empty but I guess some people forgot that, while others thought she meant gin. I think she had to go to the gynecologist to check on her menopause and just left all students alone for hours and when she came back most of them were drunk. So they lined us up while bald men with coffee breaths were sticking their noses into everybody's mouth pretty much to determine who should be punished.

I do believe some kids in a class I subbed in last week may have been drinking on the down low but a) even as a teacher I ain't a snitch b) so long as they were not acting up or making an issue of it, fuck it no harm no foul
what the fuck was I gonna do? Go around smelling breathes like those jackasses? The absurdity of that is so tangible you can cut it with a knife!

well, they were sort of taking their clothes off and running around the school shouting and falling off the chair (gin is strong) but the smelling breath session was ridiculous.

you can always drink a bit in school, but remember: you're there to learn.

i guess it's still better than this guy at uni that used to sniff glue out of his sock in the classroom. he liked to sit next to me and had really disgusting feet.

some teachers think their job is to be a cunt. like this one woman who found birth control pills in my bag and called my mother to tell her: your daughter is a slut.

I've heard that glice likes to sniff the bicycle seats of young men and that his breath smells as if he's also been tasting them (young men, not bicycle seats).

Oh sorry, I was meaning the OP, not you :p

I think I'm going to have to write that on the board tomorrow alongside the Agenda..

I don't think a gathering of 7 people is considered a party...

listen to crypto, he knows.

- I had this one teacher who was insane and hated me with a passion. Lots of them did, but she took it to another level, at some point she wouldn't let me walk into the classroom and would accuse me of cheating in every single test and assignment just to give me a big fail. Rumour is she even tried to get hold of some coke from this idiot kid to put it in my backpack and get me kicked out of the school (fortunately for her, that wasn't necessary). They kept saying I was the less likely to ever get anywhere in life and that I was doomed to fail and probably wouldn't even finish school. They also kept saying these three girls would have a bright future, let's see: one of them is a promiscuous plastic surgery freak who's never kept a job for over two months, another one is a stoner who occasionally sells drugs, smells bad, wears hippy clothes and sleeps with hairy men in the woods (she was good in math), and the other one is now a stripper who's been to jail for beating up her husband.

no, it wasn't the same. most teachers (and people) hated me because i was weird. it didn't matter in university because everyone was weird, including the professors.

but i guess i tell the story as if i hadn't been doing wrong things like putting laxatives in their coffee and setting things on fire. but the more i reacted the more they hated me. they told my parents i was a drug addict, a lesbian and slutty boy stalker (they didn't even see the contradiction).

it was good when they kicked me out (correct term would be: invited me to leave) because i went to a liberal school in which they'd let me smoke and sleep as much as i wanted and didn't have to wear a stupid uniform. they didn't even care if i went to school in my pyjamas because my grades were excellent, so i ended up going to university at 17.

now that you mentioned it, there was a chemistry teacher who was a right perv. he used to wanna "help" and "explain" by standing up and staring at your boobs. he wore an open shirt with one of those golden crosses entangled in his chest hair, ugh. i hated him because his son once sold me oregano instead of weed.

i once had a maths teacher when i was 13 years old who always picked on me because i wasn't good at maths and i was put in a class that was way above my capabilities. she bullied me so much that i ended up crying in front of the whole class and it was really embarrassing. i could handle something like that now but not when i was only 13 or whatever.

generally i'm a teacher's pet otherwise, maths was just the one subject i never got my head around.

my 7th grade math teacher was hot.

I think you might be right.....I don't think I would enjoy math so much if it wasn't for my 7th grade teacher. Maybe I was just smitten....but When I heard "you can do better" my interest in math grew exponentially..........



pun intended.

apparently she's really nice now that she's had a kid. though i haven't took a maths class in 2 or so years.

trust me, number 2 was aggressive, she had me beaten up for kissing some ugly smelly skater she once dated.

standard reply in my days: have you considered that perhaps the fact that i can't learn means that you're a bad teacher more than it does that i'm a bad student?

but that did cause me more trouble than anything.

you can always use that einstein failed at math thing, but i'm not sure that's true.

I was pretty bad at it from the start. Somebody failed to explain the basics and everyone else failed to explain there was a point to it, and spent most of their time saying "if you don't get it, you're stupid". It's the right and wrong thing I suppose, you keep getting this negative reinforcement "wrong, wrong, wrong" - as the results matter more than understanding.

I remember this really traumatic experience when a teacher said no one would go home before getting this equation right. I couldn't get it at all, and all she did was to have me sit and do it again, I was hungry, tired, had this horrible sense of failure and the whole thing felt like torture - I spent hours there and NEVER got it right.

it's cool though. i got As for english, music, modern studies (politics and stuff), history etc.

Exactly. I was the same. It's stupid that the entire system (especially in certain countries) fails to recognise that people have different talents and interests.

exactly. i was never good at maths, science or anything because i'm not a logical person, my talents lie in my creativity. the very fact that the public school system puts down creative individuals and that it is creative subjects that are getting cut from higher education faculties means that countries will end up as working drones with no art or culture attached to their society.

what's funny is that when i went into my senior years of high school (well, i'm still in high school, this was last year), i was told not to do subjects like modern studies and music because i was told by the teachers that i wouldn't be able to keep up with the courses. i had to get my PARENTS to insist that i take the courses and hey look, A's straight through. i got better marks in those subjects than i did with english, the ONLY subject i was told i could handle that year. moral of the story? teachers don't know what the hell they're talking about.

At least you get that choice Derek. Here you have to do the same subjects as everyone else, and if you fail ONE do the ENTIRE grade all over again and lose a year of your life.

But now that I'm an old woman I sort of figured out that the world doesn't really want creative individuals. You'll go to job interviews in corporations where they are trained to analyse this: they should be smart enough to understand what we want them to do, but not smart enough to understand what we're doing.

They need doers, not thinkers. Unless you're talking science, but then they want the ones that are blinded by the work and status itself, not the ones with any kind of morals or goals.

Questioning things is not a desired ability in the job market. This is why I do my own thing: got tired of having to pretend to dumber than I really am in a non-threatening way. But they are trained, they see right through that.

Good thing is creative individuals never run out of options, never get stuck. It took a long time for me to realise that the feeling that "I don't belong" anywhere is actually a good thing.

i got made to do maths and sciences etc. until i was 15 or so, it was after that i got to pick what i wanted to do.

i still want to be an english teacher but i don't know if that's wise in these times.

why not? whatever they say things keep changing, do what you wanna do.

very true. people talk about recessions and things like they'll last forever. my parents have lived through 4 recessions.

I still want to pursue arts, even though everyone tells me no or to follow something that well get me a secure job. And I just say that most people who had their B.A's didn't have a secure job. So i would say keep going and like know says times change.

doubt anyone will ever have a secure job ever again - there are good and bad aspects to that. sadly, it gets tougher and tougher for young people but i guess there'll be more challenges and fun.

did you ever watch that futurama episode where kif and branningan get fired and end up working for planet express and by the end of the episode leela is ready to strangle kif because all he does is whine constantly about how he's mistreated by brannigan? it's called "brannigan, begin again" (had to search that title). second season. for the love of fuck, please watch it.

it's always like that i suppose. mostly, you need to obey, not question what the teacher/books says, not talk unless you're told to, reproduce everything you've been told in your work/essays, be humiliated and have your individuality undermined by every school worker.

if you dare saying "i read THIS OTHER book about this, and the author says this has been discredited", or actually daring having any input other than the one they expect you to have for which they are not prepared to, they will make an "example" out of you for the others to see what they do to people who question "too much".

of course i did question EVERYTHING to an extent i couldn't follow any rules. i wanted to learn, but school wasn't teaching me anything other than how twisted people can be and how much certain people will abuse any authority they can have, no matter how insignificant.

people are weird. when i think about certain things that happened it all seems so absurd. one time a teacher ended up finding out i was involved in a series of pro-gay marriage/civil rights/abortion manifestations. she actually had to confront me about it, as if what i did outside the school was any of her business, these were HER feelings, she had no business mixing that with my grades in school. I think it bothered her SO MUCH that a week later they invited me to a 'meeting' in which some teachers and parents stood there telling me they had seen me kissing this girl in school. The strangest thing is that it never happened. I was already aware that if a group of people say something, it doesn't have to be true, it will become true. of course it woudln't be their business or call for this even if it did, but they just carried on saying it did happen as if they were trying to convince me. The other girl was never called, why would she, she didn't want gays to get married and women to have control over their bodies. So many years later I realise those were a bunch of adults trying to create rumours to "punish" for having opinions they did not agree with. It shouldn't surprise me, even today the mere mention of the word 'feminist' gets people hating me.

I never was the sort of person to conform, pretend or keep it to myself. This was part of the problem. I was also too naive about how hateful and bitter people can really be. But that school was managed by people that were just WRONG, that's a risk when you go to private schools: they just do whatever the fuck they want.