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2012-06-03 02:43:28 AM
I was the Introverted stoner bookworm that only about 5 people knew.
I shaved my head in a random act of boredom one night in my junior year, which caused fleeting notoriety, and I was known for a month or so as "the bald chick".
 
2012-06-03 02:45:18 AM

ChileanGhostPrepper: intelligent comment below: And 1984 was not good music.

Stop it. Popular music is popular for a reason. You think you're the only one with a valid opinion, hipster?



Popular music is popular because corporations put songs on the radio and morons like writers at Rolling Stone list idiotic "top X" lists and you go buy the album. Don't point to a list that rates Van Halen with Michael Jackson as proof of anything.

In terms of music quality, Van Halen are far down the list and not even listed in most top 50 best songs of all time.
 
2012-06-03 02:45:34 AM

urban.derelict: intelligent comment below: Man, out of all the good quality music in that era... Halen? wtf?
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/irrevocably shaped my entire life


Mine too, eventually, but that album didn't come out until after high school for me.

As for the Van Halen, well, I was an underachiever.
 
2012-06-03 02:46:53 AM
Well, I don't rightly know wtf I was. I was smart, but I was a problem student, mostly out of boredom or because a teacher was talking about something they didn't really understand. I took AP classes and did well, but I never took a foreign language (latin doesn't count and I learned Spanish as a kid and in kitchens) I worked at night, first at the grocery store, then at CATV (best job ever). Played role playing games online and in person, tabletop and LARP. I smoked pot but not cigarettes, ate acid and had long hair, wore different sorts of clothing, from pajamas to overalls, leather jackets, tye dyes, obnoxiously colored suits mismatched from the goodwill, jeans, t-shirts. Listened to punk, industrial, metal, techno (back when that's what we called all that stuff), they might be giants, soul, oldies or anything else that made it onto my computer. I hung out with a bunch of clowns and punks and hippies and nerds. And everybody else too, really, when it came up.
I was over six feet tall halfway through my first year (and grew up in a rougher place than there, where I actually did get bullied and had to fight.) Some folks had a problem with me because they thought I had teh ghey. Sometimes there were problems. I usually got suspended for a while because I refused to shake hands and apologize to the homophobe just because he lost.
I was dating a college girl through most of HS, that I met at a LARP. She dumped me about a week before I graduated.

So, a gutterpunk nerd?
 
2012-06-03 02:48:41 AM

The5thElement: You're going that route? I was in the Navy. I have a check being deposited the first business day of every month for the rest of my life


I have a check auto-deposited to my bank account every month for the rest of my life because my government crippled me with ototoxic drugs and i have no intention of ever finding a job for the next 40-60 years of my life.

/because alcohol is more dangerous than coke, pot, etc
//good job, sucking dick on an aircraft carrier; want a cookie too?
/want to see the crescent scar across the right lobe of my brain from the 6 months I went with half a skull to allow my brain space to expand during it's prolonged exposure to...legal drugs?
//OH MY GOD I can follow orders without question; where's my prize?
 
2012-06-03 02:49:13 AM
I hated school--- my father taught there. I was valedicorian- made sure I could escape my hell- hole hometown. Life began at college.
 
2012-06-03 02:51:30 AM
My high school. Maybe 60% Jewish in suburban Detroit, myself one of them. Lots of my classmates went on to be doctors and lawyers and all that. I was just a B student who studied business in college and ended up teaching. Unexpectedly given my chunky and uncoordinated past, I joined the swim team, and was a low-level jock. I was also a cellist in the school orchestra, and in the bridge club.
 
2012-06-03 02:54:58 AM
weed saved my brain; it was only after my wreck that i learned that Uncle Sam gave themselves a patent for 'cannabinoids as neuroprotectants/antioxidants' despite, you know, no medicinal value/high potential for abuse.

/just say "know" -->
 
2012-06-03 02:55:36 AM
I'll have to read this thread in full later to learn more about farkers you intrigue but it is late, I'm buzzed, and on my phone. I was one of the smartest girls in class, hung with the partiers, went to a lot of parties and concerts. Bookworm. Had beautiful blonde girlfriends, and was the skinny, frizzy haired brunette. Lacked self confidence but tried to fake like I had it. Joined the USAF at 20 to pay for college. My friends know the rest of the story.
 
2012-06-03 02:57:59 AM

urban.derelict: /want to see the crescent scar across the right lobe of my brain from the 6 months I went with half a skull


Well, who wouldn't?

//so sorry. hope all is well
 
2012-06-03 02:59:55 AM
If you ever needed a confirmation that Farkers aren't Harvard valedectorians, this thread provides detailed confirmation.

Certainly the subsection that has nothing better to do than post on Fark late on Sat night (not me, cos it's Sunday eve here)

/class of '67 so you can all get off my lawn, but not much different to most of the desperados posting here
 
2012-06-03 03:01:28 AM
I was the lowest of the low at a hyper-conservative school for the quasi-rich: computer nerd and drama geek.
 
2012-06-03 03:02:03 AM

Bathia_Mapes: Extremely shy bookworm who was bullied on a near daily basis.


Same here.

RexTalionis: They thought I was going to shoot up the school (no joke). This was immediately after Columbine.


If Columbine had happened when I was in school, I probably would've been inspired to commit some felony mischief.

But these days, I'm getting invites for a class reunion from people I had hoped never to see again.
 
2012-06-03 03:02:38 AM

filter: I hated school--- my father taught there. I was valedicorian- made sure I could escape my hell- hole hometown.


tenor sax.
73rd/435 (had Eddie Polleck not been murdered on the steps of his church I would have been top sixth) without even trying (senior year -- school had adopted 'intensive scheduling' after soph) had an 80 min. free period which I took after my afternoon class, getting out of school at ...1:20 pm; some days I would go home at 11:40 (start of lunch) (ABC days, opposed to DEF days)

/'in the mood,' my pride/joy in jazz band
//father taught music composition, music theory, music history at CCP
/tues/thurs so he could go to work as few days as possible
/what an asshole
//f*cking religitards
 
2012-06-03 03:03:57 AM
1972, Kent's Hill, Maine. Ski and rifle teams, soccer a couple of years, and track a few. I was smart and high as a mother farker - if they only knew. My enjoyment of Maine (and the fact that I owned the land that we used to camp on up here) are why I retired here.

/joined the Marines pretty much right after
//didn't go to 'Nam
/went to Quantico and farked with the candidates
 
2012-06-03 03:04:43 AM

mephisto6: //so sorry. hope all is well


everything is WONDERFUL

/except the first 18 years of my life
//77-95
///DRUGS ARE THE KEY TO ENJOYING LIFE, being a well-rounded individual
 
2012-06-03 03:05:13 AM

Stoner - the stoners were the only social group I qualified for (and even that was a close call).

I got A's on pretty much every test I ever took, but never turned in homework or did assigned projects (out of principle) so I ended up near the bottom of the class.
I once had a report card that read:

A
C
I
D

...which, by coincidence, I had actually done in school that term (something I would NOT recommend).
 
2012-06-03 03:05:30 AM

Barnacles!: Average Farker who described themselves as "jocks" in High School:

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Very funny. I'll have you know that I can still fit into my old letterman's jacket.

Ok ok so it hung like a tent on me back then and now I can't button it up anymore. Do you have any idea what it was like being the 130 lbs wide receiver in a school filled with loggers? Pain, glorious pain
 
2012-06-03 03:09:04 AM

freetomato: I'll have to read this thread in full later to learn more about farkers you intrigue but it is late, I'm buzzed, and on my phone. I was one of the smartest girls in class, hung with the partiers, went to a lot of parties and concerts. Bookworm. Had beautiful blonde girlfriends, and was the skinny, frizzy haired brunette. Lacked self confidence but tried to fake like I had it. Joined the USAF at 20 to pay for college. My friends know the rest of the story.


How YOU doin'?
 
2012-06-03 03:09:27 AM
Looked out the window a lot, mostly.
 
2012-06-03 03:10:38 AM

intelligent comment below: Popular music is popular because corporations put songs people buy it.


FTFY

Corporations produce things that sell, they do not demand people purchase things they produce. Van Halen was a talented, original sounding band which people could relate to because of their juvenile frat boy, party lyrics and musicians could be awed by the tapping and syncopation. If you believe that you are the final decider of what music is good, then you are the douchebag. I don't care for it either, but it shouldn't be dismissed, nor should it be an issue here.
 
2012-06-03 03:13:19 AM
Band geek and math nerd.
 
2012-06-03 03:13:24 AM

RibbyK: For the record, typical 1960s Hippies were mature, annoying, smelly, idealistic, smart and expressive. They didn't work, had long hair, wealthier-than-normal parents access to beer and the best dope. At the 1968 Democratic Convention, for example, they'd crap into paper lunch bags and drop them from hotel rooms onto Chicago cops. This was considered a necessary protest to the Viet Nam War.


I'm not really interested in arguing history or politics with you in this thread, sir, but if I makes you feel any better, I assure you I have never dropped my feces on another human being.

/Although now that you mention it, I believe that there are people who pay for that service now.
 
2012-06-03 03:15:14 AM

trippdogg: which, by coincidence, I had actually done in school that term (something I would NOT recommend).


eh... a few of us dropped two blotter right before school on a sort of dare. Other than laughing at the back of Peter's ears and and Jeff interrupting Biology with "Oh. Look at my hand."
"No, look at MY hand!"
And an weird drafting class where it took me about 18 minutes to decide exactly the right time to spin my compass...
it was no thing :)
 
2012-06-03 03:16:29 AM

Tennozan: postnobills: I was in the audiovisual club, so too dorky even for the band geeks. Actually, if we're honest, I was the audiovisual club...

/class of 96
//dorkier now than I was then
///if that's even possible

But did you get an A/V card that allowed you to roam the halls?

/ Geeky, with a side of cool.


I had a master key to the school. Yes, really.
 
2012-06-03 03:19:45 AM

Red Shirt Blues: Bathia_Mapes: Ceteris Paribus says: Shostie: Me, senior year '97

Fark me, I'm old.

Class of 1970. You?

Class of 1978. Does some quick math.... Meh....How you doing?


Heh! Fine, thanks. :-D
 
2012-06-03 03:24:31 AM

mephisto6: urban.derelict: /want to see the crescent scar across the right lobe of my brain from the 6 months I went with half a skull

Well, who wouldn't?

//so sorry. hope all is well


sorry i missed it before:
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/ ^ bedsores from laying prone for 6 months; your muscles -- even your voicebox -- forgets how to work, you undergo intensive physical rehab; learn to walk, talk again
//fresh after a haircut (buy yourself Wahl electric clippers -- never Conair, they break -- and it pays for itself after the 4th haircut
///alcohol makes you stupid; that's why it's legal!
..good thing i was a loud motherf*cker before... and again
.everything is wonderful --> because I am alive again
.i just dont understand how people can lie to their children and expect them to grow up sane and rational
/everything is wonderful now
The dead know one thing: it is better to be alive

/not knowing the dead, i have to agree with them; i prefer being alive
 
2012-06-03 03:28:25 AM
A hater, plain and simple. Possibly a weeaboo?
 
2012-06-03 03:29:06 AM
I was Bill Cosby.
 
2012-06-03 03:29:12 AM

postnobills:

I had a master key to the school. Yes, really.


Yeah, me too. No one else knew how to run the darkroom for the school paper/annual (pre-digital), and they lost the key. "Here is the master key, make sure you return it as soon as you open the darkroom". Sure, with a quick side trip to the hardware store down the street, you bet.
 
2012-06-03 03:30:32 AM

postnobills: But did you get an A/V card that allowed you to roam the halls?


last of 4 kids, the attendance ladies knew my name by heart, and, being stage manager, whenever i was reported 'out' they figured I was backstage setting up for some school assembly.

/yes i abused my position, flagrantly
//how many kids do you know with brain injuries who use the term 'flagrantly'?
/i ran that f*cking school, had a copy of the master key to let me into any* office/classroom in the school
/'eminence' (yearbook) office got wise after we broke in -- to use the phone, 1800.ask.4.her -- and changed their lock
 
2012-06-03 03:31:13 AM
I don't even know. I hated school. I was very into everything--computers, sports, band, etc. I was friends or friendly with virtually everyone. However, I was indescribably (the best word for it looking back) miserable. It became glaringly obvious later in life that I had been fighting against a substantial, lifelong, but completely overlooked, anxiety disorder. If I knew then what I know now I would have sought help and probably ended up with a far less hellishly surreal school experience.
 
2012-06-03 03:37:23 AM

urban.derelict: mephisto6: urban.derelict: /want to see the crescent scar across the right lobe of my brain from the 6 months I went with half a skull

Well, who wouldn't?

//so sorry. hope all is well

sorry i missed it before:
[fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net image 453x604]
/ ^ bedsores from laying prone for 6 months; your muscles -- even your voicebox -- forgets how to work, you undergo intensive physical rehab; learn to walk, talk again
//fresh after a haircut (buy yourself Wahl electric clippers -- never Conair, they break -- and it pays for itself after the 4th haircut
///alcohol makes you stupid; that's why it's legal!
..good thing i was a loud motherf*cker before... and again
.everything is wonderful --> because I am alive again
.i just dont understand how people can lie to their children and expect them to grow up sane and rational
/everything is wonderful now
The dead know one thing: it is better to be alive
/not knowing the dead, i have to agree with them; i prefer being alive


Daaang! Thanks for sharing, urban... i'm glad things are going wonderful for you now and i wish you the best, sir.
I'm a little bummed you don't like the conair though... it was a present & it's all i got
 
2012-06-03 03:37:32 AM

erewhon: postnobills:

I had a master key to the school. Yes, really.

Yeah, me too. No one else knew how to run the darkroom for the school paper/annual (pre-digital), and they lost the key. "Here is the master key, make sure you return it as soon as you open the darkroom". Sure, with a quick side trip to the hardware store down the street, you bet.


Mine was issued to me - first year they asked for it back at the end of the school year, but after that they just let me keep it over the summer. It was a "V" key (all the keys were lettered) and had DO NOT COPY stamped in the side of it. I'm sorry to say I rarely abused the privilege.
 
2012-06-03 03:37:37 AM

ChileanGhostPrepper: intelligent comment below: Popular music is popular because corporations put songs people buy it.

FTFY

Corporations produce things that sell, they do not demand people purchase things they produce. Van Halen was a talented, original sounding band which people could relate to because of their juvenile frat boy, party lyrics and musicians could be awed by the tapping and syncopation. If you believe that you are the final decider of what music is good, then you are the douchebag. I don't care for it either, but it shouldn't be dismissed, nor should it be an issue here.



you remind me of people who say only the first few Beatles albums were good
 
2012-06-03 03:37:57 AM

cloud_van_dame: Ceteris Paribus says: 88, was born in 70. Wow, now I feel . . . capital!

'82

is there an old fart club here?


i415.photobucket.com

The closest we have is this badge, but you're more than welcome to put it in your profile.
 
2012-06-03 03:38:08 AM

erewhon: postnobills:

I had a master key to the school. Yes, really.


Band Geek, slacker nerd, tack on stoner my senior year.

I too had a key to the school. I took my parents copy of the band room key (My dad drove the band truck), I was king of the band nerds until I opened up the bandroom early one day, and the director was already in there....
 
2012-06-03 03:40:03 AM
manginamonologues.files.wordpress.com
I was like Buddy Revell... largely due to being the only atheist in a catholic school.

...though it could've been worse.
2.bp.blogspot.com
 
2012-06-03 03:46:07 AM

Bathia_Mapes: cloud_van_dame: Ceteris Paribus says: 88, was born in 70. Wow, now I feel . . . capital!

'82

is there an old fart club here?

[i415.photobucket.com image 350x380]

The closest we have is this badge, but you're more than welcome to put it in your profile.


I think I might qualify...

How old do you have to be?

/high school class of 1992
 
2012-06-03 03:49:42 AM
I was myself, because I went to the best high school ever.

On the off chance anyone actually gives a shiat, I shall elaborate. I went to a charter school in a small town that had about 100-120 kids total at any given time. Cliques were heavily frowned upon, because that's what the assholes at everybody's old school did, and fark those people. There were no jocks because the only sports teams we had were girls' volleyball, boys' track, and golf. It was mostly artists, musicians, and geeks. Most of the decisions that impact the school are made by the students through the Justice Board (which is in charge of discipline) and the Student Achievement Committee (which organizes fundraisers, school events, and what have you).

In retrospect, I suppose you could say I was the "school spirit" guy because I've always been heavily involved with the school. I worked in the library cataloguing books the summer after my sophomore year. I helped design the school's logo while I was dating the artist they commissioned to do it. I became the youngest substitute teacher on record there when the yoga teacher got cancer halfway through my junior year, and have returned to sub classes on several occasions. After I graduated, I served on the school board for 2 years as the alumni representative. I've given several guest lectures at assemblies in the last couple years. Et cetera, et cetera.
 
2012-06-03 03:52:13 AM

Coelacanth: Bathia_Mapes: Extremely shy bookworm who was bullied on a near daily basis.

Same here.

RexTalionis: They thought I was going to shoot up the school (no joke). This was immediately after Columbine.

If Columbine had happened when I was in school, I probably would've been inspired to commit some felony mischief.

But these days, I'm getting invites for a class reunion from people I had hoped never to see again.


I got an email asking for information about my sister (class of '72) for her 40th high school reunion. However, she's just like me. Neither of us expressed a desire to go to any of our reunions.


Re: Columbine...When I was in high school I had easy access to a number of hunting rifles if it had ever actually occurred to me to shoot my tormentors.

Nearly every man & boy in the neighborhood hunted so there were generally a minimum of two hunting rifles in every garage, plus shells. Unless they were going away for an extended period of time, most people in the neighborhood didn't lock their doors & most garages didn't have any locks at all. If they did they likely weren't locked.
 
2012-06-03 03:54:14 AM

postnobills: I'm sorry to say I rarely abused the privilege.


I'm sure they had no intent for us to have the key. Quite sure.

OTOH, we never really did anything BAD, in terms of theft or outright destruction, but we did have some fun pulling off minor practical jokes.

/hark, a piano tuning key. Let's have some fun with middle-C on Mr Piano.
 
2012-06-03 03:55:16 AM
I was a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a prince and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,
simian04
 
2012-06-03 03:56:13 AM

eraser8: Bathia_Mapes: cloud_van_dame: Ceteris Paribus says: 88, was born in 70. Wow, now I feel . . . capital!

'82

is there an old fart club here?

[i415.photobucket.com image 350x380]

The closest we have is this badge, but you're more than welcome to put it in your profile.

I think I might qualify...

How old do you have to be?

/high school class of 1992


There aren't any hard & fast rules. Put in your profile if you want. :-)
 
2012-06-03 03:56:54 AM
Excluding the ~2 year timeframe where being friends with the wrong person resulted in literally 1/2 the school trying to fight me? I was friendly with pretty much everyone, and was left alone (regarding the above partly) after it was realized that the following items were true:
1: If I lost my temper, get the hell away from me.
I put a kid into his locker while 2 administrators were trying to restrain me (they saw it starting and knew what was going to happen when I got fed up).
I put my arm through a wall (yes my arm), after being kicked out of class. I shrugged, said "shiat! I already know where to go." and headed to the principals office.
2: I was smart enough to get straight A's but didnt care enough to try.
3: I knew the rules better than the administration did, and they knew it.
4: It was easier to pass/graduate me, knowing I would never return then it was to have me come back.
5: I "knew a guy" who could get pretty much whatever you were after.
6: The school facilities folks loved me, and never cared when I was "assigned" to work with them because they knew I would bust ass for them.
7: Trying to knock me out would only result in making me dizzy and angry. It would never succeed in actually knocking me out.

I actively tried to avoid fighting anyone in Highschool because I knew how bad my temper was, I did not want to end up putting someone into the hospital (again ((short version, he didnt get the hint after the first 3 fights he lost to me))) because they pushed me just a bit too far. The couple times I was pushed into a situation where that might happen, I usually got the other side bored or laughed at by my running commentary on their lack of power or fighting ability. The fact that I RARELY fought back was the main reason that the school system didnt go after me more than they did. I dont know what the term would be for me to be honest. In today's climate, I would have been kicked out for a litany of zero tolerance BS.
 
2012-06-03 03:59:43 AM

mephisto6: Daaang! Thanks for sharing, urban... i'm glad things are going wonderful for you now and i wish you the best, sir.


Don't be too happy, they aren't that great, but as I said, I am alive

postnobills: DO NOT COPY


yeah, the one we copied had that on one side, M on the other; what happened was, some 3rd party group was using our stage to perform a play, and on the night of the play, the maintenance men had left the front gate locked; the dude lived half a block from the school so we sent our best rep (someone who'd graduated last year) to get a key; maint guy gave him his whole keyring -- probably 40 keys, holding one particular one -- and he drove down to Channel -- remember those? -- to have it copied after opening the front gates
//we knew them all, said 'bye' through the maintenance doors as we left at ... midnight, 1, 2 am to go home
/spent time back stage cuz it was better than our homes

/got to look in the 'old' offices (non-classrooms) available through the 'mezzanine' hall halfway down the stairs to the cafeteria that they never used any more; was pissed when I found a key-copying machine in one of them...doh! redundant
//f*cking cheerleading cabinets and such crap
///f*cking catholic schools
//shot the wrestling room's AC with a .22 rifle out the tool room's window
/glad the dean didn't find it after we got busted for having master keys, he raided back stage; buddy stashed it in the wood loft, between two inconspicuous pieces of 4x8
 
2012-06-03 04:07:54 AM
High school? The silent weirdo who never said a word to anybody.

/still reeling from PTSD at the time
//from previous schools
 
2012-06-03 04:12:32 AM
Nerd, debater (although, not Master), writer for the school paper, varsity CF and base-stealing champ, and overall class pervert towards the ladies (caught numerous times).
 
2012-06-03 04:17:30 AM

adragontattoo: I actively tried to avoid fighting anyone in Highschool because I knew how bad my temper was, I did not want to end up putting someone into the hospital


Some meathead confronted me when I was walking up the back stairs after buying a Pepsi out of a caf vending machine one Saturday morning (behind weight room/locker room, below north back-stage exit):

"I heard you like "[redacted]" (some ugly redhead in my AP calc class)
"(redacted)? What?! f*ck no, that b*tch is ugly!" (was his gf at the time)

He lunges at me; me being on the 3rd or 4th stair (and 100lbs lighter) i kick him in his f*cking chest (footballer) and turn to rush up the stairs, away from half a dozen footballers behind him, I yell [REDACTED]!, panic!" and my buddy comes running out of the tool room as I get to the top, crow bar in hand, by the flat end.

Later that week:
Dean: "Well since you started it, i can give you both a week's detention or neither of you."
Me: (knowing we had no moderator, and no one to enforce me from not being back stage: "both of us."

/suckers
//oh snap: senior yearbook, me: "from the 2nd day of high school i knew i wanted to be on stage crew, working with lights (electrical), sound systems," etc etc.
///him: "i know we didn't do that well (last f*cking place) but we stuck together" etc crap
//D line let him get sacked constantly cuz he was an asshole
 
2012-06-03 04:25:06 AM
I went to a very catholic school since kindgerdarten. Up until I was 14. This was an Opus Dei HS mind you in the middle of nowhere in south america.

Pretty much couldn't take it anymore, for reasons I'll not say but you might make a guess. Switched to another school, another catholic school (there really isn't any other type down there) where I was the introvert who didn't want to socialize with anyone (can you blame?). I wasn't even in the yearbook (asked not to be in it).

Then university came along and maybe it was the freedom of it being very secular (and no priest nearby) that I flourished and became an extremely popular guy, was even elected president of the student council of the university (25k+ students).
 
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