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Post by Skalu on Jul 27, 2004 5:58:38 GMT -5
Well, just so we can learn all about you, write your autobiography in one post. In the womb, it was boring. When I got out, my earliest memory is of me, sitting in a house (not my own), and Mother staring over me, on my left. I went to school at 5, clutching an orange in my hand on the first day. Years one through 3 were okay. In year 2, Mother and Father has an argument and she took me and Amy to Ireland. Father has complied but Mother missed Father and we came back. Whilst there, life was great! I had loads of friends, and we always used to go to the Alpine Grill, where I'd have a knikerbockerglory. The divorce happened ... 3 years ago, I think, or 4 (From 2004). Well, on with the rest Then, in year 4, Mr. Conroy Sr. was pure evil! In one lesson, he was assigning languages to people and, when he came to me, said "Oh, well, he already speaks double Dutch anyway!" Ugh! The years passed, the bullying got worse, but, when I came to All Saints, I found a lifeboat: Roger. He was a true friend through year seven and we always got along. Then, in year eight, the arguments happened and we fell out, big time! He called me, I called him. We threw punches, etc... We never made up until... Year nine, and Roger and me made up. We talked but, when I hung about with Ben(jamin!) in Art, I always took the piss. He still remained ... reasonably cool, despite everyone picking on him. But, this year, the teasing of me got worse. I hate it. I considered suicide at one point. I never stand up for myself, you see, and people take thet to their advantage. Certain ... MSNPASSCHANGERS!!! They teased and taunted me. I found 667 in the middle of year 9, fell in love with it! I made loads of new friends; Aimee, Kimia, George, Whitney, She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, LOADS! And I wuv you all for it! Now, in year 10 but on the holidays, I am happy. I do still get bullied, but not much. It's really cool, now. I have Becky, and, though I take what she calls 'jokes' to heart, I still like her. Oh yeah, Sophie! She's great!
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Post by xangelkimzx on Jul 27, 2004 7:38:19 GMT -5
Aww, thanks for including me! Well, James, you're a very kind person too, and just ignore them sad-act bullies, because at the end of the day you're well better than them (after all who make them Lachrymose sites as good as you? Answer: No-one) and everyone on here likes you. (:
I might write my "autobiography" in a bit, because I may have to get off the computer now. Meh...
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Post by Tyler on Jul 27, 2004 8:50:38 GMT -5
Lets see. Kindergarten, or however the heck you spell it. When they called my name, I waddled with my lunch box over to the teacher. I think I remember tripping and falling on the way to her, perhaps that was a bad omen for my life at school, but I can't be too sure. Kindergarten was sucky. We had these fat old people watch us during lunch. They constantly told us to sit down, but being the kids that we were, we didn't.
1st grade. I don't really remember much of it, though I remember alot from Kindergarten. In 1st grade, I had this tall blond woman for a teacher. She gave us our first homework assignment in November. We were to color in these animals. I remember the next day that everyone went "Oooooooo" when one kid didn't hand it in. Mine was rather messy, but I colored it on a rough surface. I even told the teacher that. Not that she cared, or anything.
2nd grade. Tiller is moving on up. I had a witch for a teacher. She treated boys unfairly. She treated the girls like princesses. I remember girls in second grade. They were always talking about Britney Spears. They would always go, "Hey, do you listen to Britney Spears?" and I would be like "No," and they would always go, "OMG Tyler doesn't listen to Britney Spears like OMG!" It would be five years later in which I would start listening to music. Oh, and I remember the 2nd grade teacher next door to us. I went there for reading class because I was in advanced reading or whatever, and I remember she would always wiggle her butt when she would write on the chalkboard. How did I notice these things? Don't ask me. I was a sad pushover child when I was younger. Still am. The pushover part, anyways. And she always had these long earrings on, and because of they way they moved, it would seem like she would be dancing across the chalkboard. Oh, and I was always pushed around when I was a kid. Kids would randomly push me on the ground and the teachers would do nothing about it. Oh, and in second grade, we took Religion (I went to a Catholic school). Now, we took religion in Kinergarten and 1st grade before, but this year was pretty funny. We had a workbook, and we would always have to fill it in during class or whatever. It would be like, "There are three pictures on this page. One of them is Jesus. Can you pick which one is Jesus?" And it's like, "Lets see. The fat plump thing on the left can't be it. That's a sheep, if my memory serves me correctly, so I guess I can't pick that one. Um... The one on the right looks like a woman. Jesus is a woman, isn't he? Then that must be it! It's the one on the right!" So I would always draw over the "B" that was in the answer space (The B was dotted, so basically kids would just have to trace over it). Well, when the teacher told everyone to hold their workbooks up, everyone would have B on their paper. All but one. "Very good, Jacob! Excellent, Sara! Oh, good job, Chris!" Then she would get to me. "Oh, Tyler dear, that's Mary, the mother of Jesus. The correct answer is B. I want you to erase your C and write B. Okay?" Then she would walk away, not ever knowing that I had used a pen, not a pencil. Dur.
Third grade. Yay! No more Religionness for me! I had a kind, plump teacher for third grade. Well, one day I was swinging my arm in the air. The teacher thought I was going to answer a question she had just asked, so she didn't call on me, as most teachers do when they see a child energetic like that, but I wasn't oing to answer her question. She called on someone else. By the time they were done talking, it was all over. I had wet my pants. T_T
Fourth grade. Ugh. Worst grade of my life. I hated my teacher, I hated the kids I hated my teacher. God, fourth grade sucked. I won't even write about it. But I remember we had to do this long essay about our top five favorite things in one catagory (music, video game, etcetra) and I remember that two kids did Poke'mon. That made me laugh so hard.
Fifth grade. Yay! I liked fifth grade. Sort of. I had a funny old man for a teacher. We went to the Thousand Islands for a field trip. It was fun. I also remember that all the kids who did well and such in their report cards got to go to the Old Country Buffet after school at the teacher's expense. Then they would drive us home. I remember one night we got lost because of me. >.o
Sixth grade. The easiest grade ever. I swear we didn't do anything. I had the same teacher as fifth grade because he moved up a grade in teaching. I remember we were passing notes around, and I looked at it and read it. Sick stuff.
Seventh grade. Different school. Hum. It was an okay year. I think what caused it to all go downhill was teenage depression. Meh. Teenage depression sucks.
And that's my schoolish autobiography.
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Post by xangelkimzx on Jul 27, 2004 9:13:48 GMT -5
Creche: I can't remember that much, as I was only about 1/2. But it was right next to my mum's work, and one night after creche my mum and I went to this dinner party thing, with all my mum's friends sat in this long room, talking. One of my mum's friend's gave me a KitKat, so I took it from her, and my mum said something like, "Now, now, Kimia, don't snatch" and then the lady said something like, "Aww, it's OK, she's only very young" and patted me on the head. That's my most distant memory, when I think about it.
Playschool: It was in some old, tiny Church near my old house. All I remember is that it was very boring and all we had to do was sit in one of the rooms for the day, drawing and waiting for our parents to pick us up.
Nursery: Nursery was quite fun. There was this room that had lots of fun things in it like when you jump into one of them pits with loads of balls in, and the food was quite nice. I had a few friends that I went round with, and once these two girls had a fight because they both wanted to be my partner to walk to Fun Room with, so I ended up walking with both of them. I also had my 3rd birthday in there, and I remember my mum coming in at lunchtime one day all the way from work just to bring my cake and presents.
Reception: It was OK, I guess. I had quite a few friends and we spent out days in the sand pits, drawing funny faces or just doing class reading, and drinking these milk cartons (but I refused to drink them, because I don't like milk, so I had to have this disgusting watery orange juice).
Year One: I moved school in this year. The new school was OK, though at first some people didn't like me being there. I remember making a flower presentation with a few friends, and the teacher once had a stress at me because I coughed and didn't cover my mouth. I hated that teacher.
Year Two: Was OK. We watched quite a lot of videos, like Babe and Hunch Back of Notre Dame, and worked through times tables and learnt about dinosaurs.
Year Three: Best primary school year ever. I was quite popular, to think of it, it seemed to be summer all that year round, we went to lots of different musuems to learn about things like the Egyptians and Romans and my friends and I always did plays and stuff that we made up in front of the class. I also got two marshmallows, which was a grand prize back then, because I gave the teacher a poster of Tutankamen (is that the name? I've not done the Egyptians in ages).
Year Four: OK. We got our meningitis injections, most people cried but I didn't, best friend at the time Saskia nearly legged it out of school, the teacher wasn't really nice.
Year Five: Quite a good year. We did fun stuff, and I was quite close to a few friends. Also nice weather all year round.
Year Six: Quite boring. We only seemed to revise for the SATs tests, practice the Leavers Assembly and sign eachother's foreheads most of the time.
Year Seven: Fun. I made a lot of new friends, Aimee/Pucca being one of them. A nice start to high school.
Year Eight: Good, I suppose... Quite close to friends, but we didn't learn much because of the rude people in our form who made the teachers angry all the time.
Year Nine: I don't know yet, I'll be starting it once summer (?) has ended.
Hmmm... yeah. That took me more than ten minutes to write... mah.
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Post by BradyIsGreat on Jul 27, 2004 9:32:28 GMT -5
well i had i good childhood i used to run around with a bottle of apple juice in a t-shirt and my diaper
preschool: i went to 3 year-old preschool when i was 4 and 4 year-old when i was five so it kind of gave me a head start
kindergarden: i liked it it wasn't much after school i would go to my grandma's house cuz both my mom and dad had to work but it was still fun
first grade: meh i got in caught in the middle of two big kids fighting on my bus and cried for about 20 minutes it was scary! They were like cusing and stuff
second grade: I was the teachers pet pure and simple (i even came in early to help her out sometimes!)
third grade: this was a lot of fun becasue i had a teacher who used to be my baby-sitter and she even named her first born after me, im just that nice
fourth grade: I had a bunch of losers in my class i hated all of them but i made some new friends
fifth grade: LOT OF FUN! My teacher was the best, in fact we used to rub it in other people's faces!
sixth grade: ahhh, the year od my first kiss.....this was also the year i discover 667 (the lemony snicket informer then)
seventh grade: thsi was the year i started to dislike school, because of one of your teachers who thought it was a good idea to give us projects on nights when we had 75 other things to do
8 grade: took a clas trip to wesley woods that was fun. played truth or dare on the bus also fun. this was also the year i left 667 and then came back
summer before 9 grade: did some filing saw ancorman thats about it
THE END or is it? no it isn't
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Post by Antenora on Jul 27, 2004 9:54:44 GMT -5
Kindergarten: I met M, someone who became my friend because, apparently, no one else would. We did fun things together like disrupting classes.
1st grade: I don't have many memories except the faintest recall of being buried in the playground sand and of someone refusing to go on the grass because she claimed she was allergic.
2nd grade: My teacher had white hair and was rather strict. That's all I remember about her.
3rd grade: I had a rather plump teacher and one day we were having story time and she walked by me and my head got under her dress. And we had Pilgrim Day, which involved pilgrim costumes.
4th grade: Another nice teacher. We studied fairy tales.
5th grade: The teacher was a man this time. Since his name was Duncan, this one nasty little pale student called him Duncan Donuts.
6th grade: Taught by Mr. K, as he was called. Took math lessons with a kind teacher who called me her favorite student.
7th grade: Ah, junior high. This was when things got crazy. I had a history teacher who joked about putting bad students in a dungeon.
8th grade: History teacher wanted everyone in the class to smile, and when I showed a tad of non-smiley emotion, she made it worse. I met an ASoUE freak, soon after discovering the series.
9th grade: No history teacher. M moved away.
10th grade: History teacher insane. Literature teacher insane, but fun. In her class we read the Iliad and Julius Caesar.
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Post by Tyler on Jul 27, 2004 10:23:57 GMT -5
second grade: I was the teachers pet pure and simple (i even came in early to help her out sometimes!) Why can't you be nice to us like you were with your teacher?
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Post by Whales on Jul 27, 2004 10:36:58 GMT -5
I can't really pin down my memories, so I'll just put them in rough order.
My earliest memory is of moving into my current house. I think I was about 2 and a half. I remember the smell of the place...this musty, dusty smell that had come because no-one had lived there for a few years. And I remember running up the stairs with a little Bird's Custard Van, shouting "VROOM! VROOM!" at the top of my voice. Ah, those were the days.
I remember my first day of school. I wore shoes that my dad had polished so hard it hurt to look at them and this little red and blue waistcoat thing. About ten people thought that I looked weird and liked it. The rest thought I looked weird and hated it. It's been the same pretty much ever since. I had a Thomas the Tank Engine lunchbox. That was practically my parents' only concession to my age.
I remember music club. I'd go despite being almost tone deaf. There was a really nice woman who taught it. I think she was the first person I ever saw as "airy-fairy". She wore loads of bangles. We would sing What shall we do with the drunken sailor? every time. And every time I'd say the same thing. "Lock him in a dustbin with a hundred chains"
When I was six I started karate. I remember my first sensei being a young man with a shaved head. He was called Paul Wood. His karate classes were no fun but I perservered. He got me to orange belt.
I remember Justine, who'd been our child carer for seven years, leaving. She was the one who taught me that I should just be who I am, say what I feel. She was the one who told me not to hold things in, and that stuck with me ever since. She smelt like spring and always made me happy.
I wrote my first story when I was seven. I illustrated it too. It was about a guy in a wheelchair who went up Everest, got this crystal then shot a UFO down with it. The illustrations....I'll try and find it and scan one.
When I was eight I broke a window with my head. I was also in my first play, as a gunpowder monkey in a musical about Nelson. I remember the person who put this black stuff all over me, to make me look sooty. She had hair that looked like a beaver had nested on her head. And a huge nose. I was scared of her.
Just before I was nine I joined Oxford United as a junior. I played as a goalkeeper until last year, when I changed to a winger. I made only two friends at the football club. None of the rest were intelligent enough to carry on a worthwhile conversation.
When I was nine I got my brown belt. Then I got badly injured. I got this thing called Osgood-Schlatter's disease. Bits of bone splinter off your shins and lodge in your knee ligaments. From the age of nine to eleven I was in almost constant pain.
I also joined a new school, my current school, at the age of nine. At first I was intimidated. It felt strange to be challenged, but it felt good too. I relaxed into the pattern, got used to the idea I would never be the best in everything, especially not maths or the sciences. I did Latin. I had a Latin teacher called Mr. Spowart who looked like a skeletal lizard. Weird guy.
I was ten (2000) when I first heard about the casting for the Harry Potter movies. I went along and was asked to go to another one six months later. In the end I got to the last 60 to play Dean Thomas, then my voice broke and I was forced to become an extra instead. I featured in films one and two.
I was eleven, as I said, when the pain stopped. I got back into the routine of football and karate, as well as the school rugby and hockey teams. For karate i had to start at white belt again with a new sensei, but I went quickly from white belt back up to blue belt. I had to relearn everything for my brown belt, though, and that took a very long time. I also got my first England trial when I was eleven. I won only one of seven fights. In other words, I was a miserable failure.
The next two years were widely unremarkable, other than the filming of the second Harry Potter. I got my Art GCSE last year, earlier than most. Mostly, though, it's been the same crap, different day.
This year, though, has been different. In February I got my black belt, just two weeks after fighting for England for the first time. I got thrashed by a Norwegian, but it's the taking part that counts. I've been promoted to teaching 12 - 16 yr olds rather than what was effectively mass-babysitting that I did before that. Just one month ago I was bought by Charlton Athletic for £4000 and now play for them every Saturday. And, of course, about eight weeks ago I joined 667, and I haven't looked back since.
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Post by ineedyourhelp on Jul 27, 2004 10:55:44 GMT -5
I was born in November of 1989.
I started school when I was 5 in pre-school. I went to kindergarden when I was 6. After kindergarten, my family moved to a neighboring town where I currently live right now. When I was 10, my baseball team came state runner up in the 9-10 year old Little League Tournement. When I was 12 my all-star team only won one game in district. Then in January of 2004, when im 14, I came across 667. I started out on the name, IamLemony. I annoyed members into thinking I was Lemony Snicket. People started to hate me, so I deleted that username and got a new one called, Snicket4444. I tried to be serious but it was too hard. I then stayed away from 667 for about a month. Then in March I came back as Ineedyourhelp. I was going to pretend I was Lemony again, thus the name. But I started to make friends, so I finally became a dedicated member. I kept Ineedyourhelp as a reminder of my horrible past and how I would never do it again. I was here briefly for the awards and for the Jerome Squalor trial. I started the Grim Grotto Ball in June. Most of the active members of 667 are atteneding it, and I get to go with kjlsnicket. I then signed up for Big Brother, where I became friends with George, and we devised evil plans. I then started out making my own ProBoard and Luki has been a real great help. I have a lot of friends here at 667 and I hope it stays that way, I dont want to lose anyone here, even if this board goes down.
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Post by Skalu on Jul 27, 2004 11:13:12 GMT -5
Okay, just a slight note: This is LIFE, not just school!
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Thank you.
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Post by aqueousmartini on Jul 27, 2004 11:40:10 GMT -5
I have an odd memory... I have no idea when half of this stuff happened... So... yeah... I suppose I'll just do what Topher did. I had an art easel... I drew a picture of myself, and I still have it. It has legs coming out of the head, and arms coming out of the knees. I think I was about two or something. I was ahead in kindergarten, although I didn't skip a grade. My teacher gave me an advanced workbook, and she told me not to write in it, but to have her make a copy of the page. But I wrote in it anyway, and so I had to completely erase about eight pages of work. I don't remember what grade it was, but I fell horribly behind, and I had to sit in every recess for almost a quarter of the schoolyear to catch up on work. I have this really random memory of me playing princesses all by myself. I had to play a lot of games by myself. I used to have this big bucket of Barbies. I still have 'em, buried somewhere in the garage. I just recently found a Barbie blanket in the kitchen. Whatever that's about. Heh. This last October, I fell off my horse and broke my wrist. It hurt a lot, and when I tried to get back on, I almost threw up. It was a shame, too, because it was literally the day before a show. That's the very fractured and scrambled story of my life. There's much more, those are just some random facts.
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Post by BradyIsGreat on Jul 27, 2004 11:53:07 GMT -5
Okay, just a slight note: This is LIFE, not just school! ... Thank you. pretty much my whole life is school
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Post by BradyIsGreat on Jul 27, 2004 11:54:29 GMT -5
Why can't you be nice to us like you were with your teacher? because that was like seven years ago, i've changed and also im not that mean. am i?
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Post by Skalu on Jul 27, 2004 12:13:14 GMT -5
No comment
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Post by BradyIsGreat on Jul 27, 2004 12:21:14 GMT -5
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