What are you thinking? 9.0

[Miss_Bungle1991]

I actually did my senior seminar paper on the psychological profiles of shoot shooters.  Kleibold and Harris were the first of 4 I covered.

What were the other two?

[Ali girl]

What were the other two?

I also covered Seung Hui Cho (Virginia Tech) and Adam Lanza (Sandy Hook).  I also touched upon the stabbing rampage in Pittsburgh by Alex Hribul.  And for emphasis I touched on the fact that not only were there guns and knives but there was also a very famous one: The 1927 Bath School Disaster.  A bombing that had 45 deaths and 58 injured.  :/

[PaleDragoness]

I'm thinking I need sleep, but damn this heartburn is kicking my ass......sleep sooooooo far away.....need to make super pill to crush heartburns head so I can sleep.

[Edge]

Columbine happened when I was in grade five I think. A few years later, I developed an obsession with school shootings because I was headed the same way. I've calmed down a bit since.

[Shantel]

Being a marsh monster, trolls are my distant cousins though.

Like in the story Billy Goat Gruff?

[Miss_Bungle1991]

Columbine happened when I was in grade five I think. A few years later, I developed an obsession with school shootings because I was headed the same way. I've calmed down a bit since.

Actually, I was headed down the same road in 8th grade. There was a group of guys that had made my life hell for 4 years straight. It all started when I got into a "fight" with this one brat. He and his sister wanted to kick me out of my seat on the school bus (even though there were only 5 people on the bus. The bus driver wasn't there at the time).

The dude told me that he or his sister didn't want to sit next to a "->-bleeped-<-got". (I was labeled as "gay" from the moment I entered the school that I just transferred to. It was because I moved like a girl and used female speech patterns. I knew what being gay was and I knew that wasn't me.) Anyway...I told the dude to F--k off and he took a swing at me. I ducked back and popped him in the eye. Right at that moment, the bus driver had showed up. Meanwhile, this friggin blowfish is crying like a baby. The bus driver started to scream in my face. I told him off too and said I had every right to defend myself. I got wrote up but that was all.

From that day on, this little wimp gathered up his friends and they would gang up on me at school and around the neighborhood. The smallest fight I ever encountered was 3 on 1. But I was the wuss....yeah....sure. This went on for 4 years. It really sucked.

So, in 8th grade, I began to reach my breaking point with these punks. It didn't matter if I said anything to the deans at the school since they didn't care and they hated me anyway since I was always in fights (with these idiots  ) I remember finally saying "screw this" and I started to think of a way that I could just take them out. But no one owned anything that I could use other than a butcher knife and a shotgun. But then, once I had a cooler head, I was like, "No. I can't do this. It's going to screw up my life if I try something like this."

But I was just so damn angry since this all stemmed from one little punk coward and his inability to back up his big mouth. I wasn't a fighter, either. I never wanted to fight anyone. I just wanted to be left the hell alone so I could get through this crap that was the public school system.

But I got a tiny bit of satisfaction in 9th grade. All of this loser's friends had moved away. I was walking down the hallway where the upstairs shop classes were (wood shop,etc) and as I was approaching the end of the hallway, here comes this little punk. This was the first time since the encounter in 4th grade where he and I were alone together. I will never forget the look of fear in his eyes. I loved it. Then I could see what a coward he really was.

The only reason I didn't beat the living hell out of him was due to the fact that I was already in trouble with failing grades, skipping classes, etc. But just to see that fear in his eyes was soooo good. It just proved that he was the coward all along.

[Dee Marshall]

I think the ship sets sail in about two hours. See you all in four days, siblings!

[Edge]

That sucks that that happened to you Laura, but I am glad you are strong and brave.
For me, it was a combination of years of abuse which I didn't know was abuse and isolation.

[Shantel]

I think the ship sets sail in about two hours. See you all in four days, siblings!

Have a good time Dee!

[Shantel]

The only reason I didn't beat the living hell out of him was due to the fact that I was already in trouble with failing grades, skipping classes, etc. But just to see that fear in his eyes was soooo good. It just proved that he was the coward all along.

Made me think of a scene from "Christmas Story" Where Ralphie had enough! 

[Miss_Bungle1991]

That sucks that that happened to you Laura, but I am glad you are strong and brave.
For me, it was a combination of years of abuse which I didn't know was abuse and isolation.

Well, it was hell. It was rough. I hated virtually everything about those times. Music was my oasis from it all. But that created its own set of problems with my mom. She would act like a dork and bitch about it because she hated it. I understood why she hated it. But I wished she would have just left me alone so I could hang out in my room, thrash out to the music, and let me get all of the negativity out of my system. Between the gender issues, the fights with the idiots, my mom being a dork and having a drunk for a dad, it was all screwed up.

The irony is that my dad (when sober) would stick up for what I was listening to. Even though he didn't understand it, he related to the idea of it. Since he grew up on Sabbath, Hendrix, Zeppelin, etc and his parents listened to Country music. They hated his stuff as much as my mom hated mine. I remember one really heated argument my mom and I had over Napalm Death during the summer of 91. She was threatening to destroy the tapes and I was not backing down one bit. My uncle, Dennis, and his sons were out here from Kansas. He was a blues/rock guitarist, so he was a bit more open minded about this stuff. He asked to hear the tape, read the lyrics, etc. I brought the tape player into the living room and played the tape.

My mom was sitting there and giving me the glare of death. Just to piss her off, I would bang my head and stuff just to annoy her. But my uncle sat and listened to several of the songs and read along with the lyrics. Even though he thought it was pretty off the wall music, he got where they were coming from when I explained that this was just the logical progression from stuff like Anthrax and Metallica. (Which he knew of since myself and his older son liked them).

But my mom still wanted to argue about this. During the course of the argument, my dad came home for lunch. He walked through the door and was like "what's all the damn screaming about?! I can hear you guys out in the street." My mom explained it and he just shook his head in disbelief. He stuck up for it again and that pretty much dropped it from that point on. (As far as the confrontations were concerned. She would still scowl at me when she would come in my room and I was playing it. I would just glare back at her. Yeah, it was kind of ugly. But the whole thing was pretty stupid, really.)

[Miss_Bungle1991]

Made me think of a scene from "Christmas Story" Where Ralphie had enough! 

Well, it wouldn't have went like that. He probably would have been carried out in a body bag. It wouldn't have ended at a bloody nose.

[Jill F]

My school experience was pretty close to Laura's.   What is it with junior high school bullies requiring an entourage? (Yes, I know- cowardice...)  I remember getting pummeled by one of my go-to bullies in 8th grade when he declared, "You're such a f***ing WOMAN!" 

If he only knew...

Anyway, on my first day of high school during first period I encountered my first bully.  He thought it would be fun to draw on the back of my shirt with a permanent marker.  I turned around and  punched him so hard in the face that I loosened his front teeth.  I was pretty much left the hell alone after I established a reputation for having a short fuse.  That bully ended up losing his front teeth a few years later.

[MyKa]

Painting finger nails is a pain in the ass. I thought the toes were bad....damn it's aggravating.

[Pikachu]

It's kind of cool when I click on someone's profile and they're looking at my profile. It always makes me wonder what they were thinking when they clicked it.

[Devlyn]

Pro tip: If someone has pressed the Delete account button and you view their profile, it shows that they're viewing you as well. It's a software glitch in that case.

[Pikachu]

Pro tip: If someone has pressed the Delete account button and you view their profile, it shows that they're viewing you as well. It's a software glitch in that case.

Pretty sure Cindy hadn't clicked the 'delete account' button, though.

But thanks for the info. That's interesting to know. I would have thought their account wouldn't even appear online to show their most recent action if they had marked their account for deletion.

[Jill F]

Had lunch today at a retro burger place.   Next to us were two guys chatting away.  I didn't pay much attention until one of them uttered the "T" word.  Then the other one said it.  Then I listened in on their conversation to assess the situation.  I had to laugh when it turned out they were just gearheads talking about their muscle cars.  I don't think they even really noticed me.

[CalmRage]

Had lunch today at a retro burger place.   Next to us were two guys chatting away.  I didn't pay much attention until one of them uttered the "T" word.  Then the other one said it.  Then I listened in on their conversation to assess the situation.  I had to laugh when it turned out they were just gearheads talking about their muscle cars.  I don't think they even really noticed me.

please, jill, go into stand-up comedy. you know a lot of funny stories.

[Ali girl]

please, jill, go into stand-up comedy. you know a lot of funny stories.

True facts!^

I'll pay to see that act.