Post by pantsparty on Oct 19, 2017 15:44:03 GMT -5
I remember laying in the driveway with my best friend in the summer when we were 11/12 or so and both of us were trying to get the darkest tan, so we could have the DARKEST TAN when we went back to school.
I remember laying in the driveway with my best friend in the summer when we were 11/12 or so and both of us were trying to get the darkest tan, so we could have the DARKEST TAN when we went back to school.
Yay skin cancer!
We used to cover ourselves in baby oil and go bake in the sun. So dumb
And this other game where you threw a tennis ball at a wall and and then some poor soul had to run there and back before the ball returned and if you didn't, you get pegged with it. Or something like that.
Suicide (suey). We used to play that all the time! ETA and yes, I realize now how fucked up that name is.
In the early 70's, there were no strap-in car seats for children. They did have carriers for babies though, so that's what my little sister was put into, then put in the front seat while my mom drove. I would like to note that the car was a '57 Crown Victoria with no seat belts. So my middle sister and I had no seat belts while sitting in the back seat.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
In the early 70's, there were no strap-in car seats for children. They did have carriers for babies though, so that's what my little sister was put into, then put in the front seat while my mom drove. I would like to note that the car was a '57 Crown Victoria with no seat belts. So my middle sister and I had no seat belts while sitting in the back seat.
My mom put me on a pillow in the back seat for the drive home from the hospital. My then-2-year-old sister sat next to me.
Ha, another kid that had to run down to the Checker Station (corner gas station) and get 1 carton of Salem Lights and 2 cartons of Pall Malls, r"ed pack unfiltered, please," for my mom and dad. No note needed. Ha!
The ladies at the corner store just knew to give me a pack of Kools.
I have so many.... My HS Spanish teacher took us out to eat at Mexican rest. several times for field trips and he would always order Margaritas. My history teacher always had whiskey in his big metal thermos - straight up, didn't try and hide it. He was finally fired when my brother was in HS 15 years later.
My worst teacher ever was Mrs. Hooker - I got unlucky and had her for 1st and 2nd, she would tape out mouths with duct tape and the skin would be gone for days, she would also hit our knuckles with a wooden ruler.
I lived in Detroit, and would walk home from school, I was never scared but looking back now it was not a safe thing at all.
The 70 and 80's were full of "what in the heck were we thinking".
I grew up in Detroit,too. We had to cross mcNichols to get to school. The safety's were maybe in 8th grade.no adults. And no adults walked with us, even when I was in kindergarten.
Oh yes I remember all the time being told that little boys harassing me were just "showing me that they like me" by teachers, my mom etc. Horrifying
A mom recently said that to me when I was talking about a boy that was bothering my daughter on the school bus. ‘He likes her!!!!’
Why on earth would I teach my kid that when boys say mean hurtful things that means they care?!?!
So stupid. My friend's son is in Kindergarten and he likes a girl in his class. He intends to get down on one knee and propose. Instead maybe he should flip up her skirt and throw her on the ground.
I've noticed in my son's school that there are no coat closets. I remember the horror of trying to walk through the coat closet without being assaulted.
I have so many.... My HS Spanish teacher took us out to eat at Mexican rest. several times for field trips and he would always order Margaritas. My history teacher always had whiskey in his big metal thermos - straight up, didn't try and hide it. He was finally fired when my brother was in HS 15 years later.
My worst teacher ever was Mrs. Hooker - I got unlucky and had her for 1st and 2nd, she would tape out mouths with duct tape and the skin would be gone for days, she would also hit our knuckles with a wooden ruler.
I lived in Detroit, and would walk home from school, I was never scared but looking back now it was not a safe thing at all.
The 70 and 80's were full of "what in the heck were we thinking".
I had a Ms. Hook in 6th, and a Mrs. Hooker in 9th. Both women were absolute nightmares for teachers. Ms. Hook made my stutter come back, and Mrs. Hooker used to whack our desks with a metal spoon (of which the bottom was completely flat).
And this other game where you threw a tennis ball at a wall and and then some poor soul had to run there and back before the ball returned and if you didn't, you get pegged with it. Or something like that.
Suicide (suey). We used to play that all the time! ETA and yes, I realize now how fucked up that name is.
My husband has a crooked fingertip from that game or one just like it.
Post by lilafowler on Oct 19, 2017 16:48:11 GMT -5
I HATE dodgeball. I was a slow fat kid and the little fucks delighted in whipping the ball at me to see if "you can even feel anything through all that fat" or "lets see if we can make her fat jiggle!"
Fuck that evil game. As a PP said it's a bully's dream.
Most of mine have been mentioned, but the favor from our prom was a champagne glass. I thought it was the classiest thing ever. LOL
Ours was also LOL!
Ours were brandy snifters. Like we were all going to wait several years to turn 21, then enjoy a small ration of brandy with a cheesy couple printed on the side while we read Proust or something.
Post by lilafowler on Oct 19, 2017 16:54:17 GMT -5
I wasn't a little kid but my first 3 years of college you could smoke in your dorm room as long as you had a smoking roommate. We even had an option to check that off on the residency form. This was the late 90s!
Both my roomie and I and all our friends smoked... no wonder my mom used to gag when I'd come home for the holidays with laundry. 🤢
Taunts brushed off with he likes you/ she's just jealous. And being told boys will like you (not ever a goal of mine) if you pretend to not be as smart. Lovely parental advice.
An outhouse at my cousins' school. Well into the 90s.
I was being told by my mom and sisters as recently as 2003 (my senior year of HS) that the junior who used to try to trip me and shove me against the lockers was doing it because he liked me. I am almost sure that my mom, at least, would still agree all these years later.
In 5th grade, my teacher (who hated me, because she hated my sisters before me) threw my pencil case out the window because she got so pissed at me for god knows what. She also pulled me out into the hallway to yell at/borderline threaten me for telling my parents that she had previously pulled me out into the hallway to yell at/borderline threaten me, after my mom wrote her a note asking her WTF was up with that.
I wasn't a little kid but my first 3 years of college you could smoke in your dorm room as long as you had a smoking roommate. We even had an option to check that off on the residency form. This was the late 90s!
Both my roomie and I and all our friends smoked... no wonder my mom used to gag when I'd come home for the holidays with laundry. 🤢
Totally picked the smoking dorm freshman year. Good thing it was cinderblock.
In the early 70's, there were no strap-in car seats for children. They did have carriers for babies though, so that's what my little sister was put into, then put in the front seat while my mom drove. I would like to note that the car was a '57 Crown Victoria with no seat belts. So my middle sister and I had no seat belts while sitting in the back seat.
My mom put me on a pillow in the back seat for the drive home from the hospital. My then-2-year-old sister sat next to me.
My dad left for work around 430/5 AM and my mom worked night shift and wasn't home until after we were already supposed to be on the bus to school. I'm pretty sure I was only in the tail end of elementary school or beginning of middle school when they started putting me in charge of getting us to the bus stop. I get itchy thinking about letting B do that in the future, lol.
We did sleep overs all the time, and I don't think I'll let me kid do those, either.
My parents also let my boyfriend move in with us when I was 17 and we "slept in separate rooms." He didn't have anywhere else to go and was going to leave for the Marines in 2-3 weeks, but damn. I ended up marrying him, so that all worked out, I guess
Our high school’s fight song was a drinking song- and not a subtle one. “Send the freshman out for gin, and don’t let a sober sophomore in, juniors never stagger, seniors never fall- we sober up on pure alcohol.” Etc. During football games we’d sing it every time someone scored. Everyone in the stands- parents, teachers, coaches- just happily chanting and shouting about all these children boozing it up.
But this wasn’t all that long ago (2004) and they still do it though, so.... Lol.
I was a latch key kid at 9 with my 7yo sister. I don't think that's even legal anymore in most states. At least the bus dropped in front of the house? We didn't get home until 430 so it wasn't a long time alone, but still...
My dad was lucky the worst I did was lie about piano practice time.
Post by nonsensetomfoolery on Oct 19, 2017 20:21:50 GMT -5
When is was in elementary school my family moved to a small town in Mississippi for a year for my dad to receive trainimg for his job. For every award, they would have a black and a white winner. It was legit, black Homecoming queen ______ and Homecoming Queen_______ . They did thsr for everything, valedictorian, captain of the football game, black female top student, female top studentetc. it was the 89-90, so not that long ago. In my memory, the white students were never identified as the "white valedictorian." Because, you know, of THE homecoming queen would be white. 🙄🙄
I can relate to so many of the others posted. Especially playing outside all day and getting told to use the waterhose for hydration.
Mom: use the hose pipe Poor, thirsty children: but it's hot! Mom: let it run a little, and don't forget to turn it off!
Also, I grew up in way south Louisiana. Our house was in between the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico. We had pretty much free to play on the levees and "wade" in the water. So many accidents- we would bike, ride 3 and 4 wheelers on the banks, etc And we were totally allowed to play free range at an old fort from the War of 1812. there were tons of dangerous things to play with/on plus a huge pond in the middle and it was located on the MS river. I can remember so many inappropriate things happening in the tunnels and undeeground bunkers. WTF were our families thinking?
When I was in kindergarten, the teacher fell on me and broke my arm when we were sitting on the floor for storytime. This was way before cell phones and they couldn't get ahold of my mom, so they loaded me in someone's car and took me to the ER. They left me there alone! I remember being scared. They finally got me in a room but my roommate had just been in a motorcycle accident so he was all bloody. He was okay and conscious and felt bad for me so he was talking to me trying to make me feel better.
What the fuck! Omg you poor thing that’s awful you were left alone:(
Suicide (suey). We used to play that all the time! ETA and yes, I realize now how fucked up that name is.
My husband has a crooked fingertip from that game or one just like it.
We used to go to roller skating nights like once a month for our school (maybe it was less, it seemed like once a month) and we would all drink 'suicides', which was mixing every flavor of soda together at once.