'Remember when' or 'these kids today' nostalgia thread for old fogies like me

Well ... whaddya think?

  • Kids today don't no nuthin'

    Votes: 9 45.0%
  • You kids and your 'rock and roll'

    Votes: 2 10.0%
  • Mace, you rock ... I love this thread!

    Votes: 9 45.0%
  • Mace, you're a jerk ... seriously, stick to chickens!

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Total voters
    20
As an adult, I can feel sorry for those types of people, but when they are in action torturing young kids, not so much...:smack

I got even, I'm ashamed to say...

I remember when I was a sophomore being accused of cheating on a math test. It was no big secret that when it came to math I was, um, challenged. (To this day my family hates playing cribbage with me because I have to count the dots on the cards to find the 15's!) I got a B on that test, and I didn't cheat. I just got lucky and got 8 out of the 10 right. But the teacher called me on it in front of the entire class and no amount of tears or protests would clear my name. Naturally Math was the first class of the day and by the end of that day I was stumbling through, crying most of the time while the other kids called me all kinds of names, making horrible jokes and the other teachers looked at me like they expected me to sprout horns. I was never a popular kid to start with and the whole thing just isolated me more. From then on Mr. Graves made me take all of my math tests sitting in a chair next to his desk, facing the rest of the class. I repeat, I didn't cheat....

I saw him many years later at a gas station. I looked at him and said, "Mr. Graves, do you remember me? I'm Diane ***** and you once accused me of cheating on a math test." He looked down his long nose at me and replied, "I remember, and if I accused you then you obviously cheated." How do you fight that?

I'm very ashamed of what I did in response. He had been in the process of writing out his check to pay for his gas when this exchange took place. So I smiled at him and said, "You'll never know for sure though, will you?" Then I looked at the clerk and said, "Mr. Graves has bounced the last five checks he's cashed at my liquor store. You might want to verify this one." Then I left.
 
I got even, I'm ashamed to say...

I remember when I was a sophomore being accused of cheating on a math test. It was no big secret that when it came to math I was, um, challenged. (To this day my family hates playing cribbage with me because I have to count the dots on the cards to find the 15's!) I got a B on that test, and I didn't cheat. I just got lucky and got 8 out of the 10 right. But the teacher called me on it in front of the entire class and no amount of tears or protests would clear my name. Naturally Math was the first class of the day and by the end of that day I was stumbling through, crying most of the time while the other kids called me all kinds of names, making horrible jokes and the other teachers looked at me like they expected me to sprout horns. I was never a popular kid to start with and the whole thing just isolated me more. From then on Mr. Graves made me take all of my math tests sitting in a chair next to his desk, facing the rest of the class. I repeat, I didn't cheat....

I saw him many years later at a gas station. I looked at him and said, "Mr. Graves, do you remember me? I'm Diane ***** and you once accused me of cheating on a math test." He looked down his long nose at me and replied, "I remember, and if I accused you then you obviously cheated." How do you fight that?

I'm very ashamed of what I did in response. He had been in the process of writing out his check to pay for his gas when this exchange took place. So I smiled at him and said, "You'll never know for sure though, will you?" Then I looked at the clerk and said, "Mr. Graves has bounced the last five checks he's cashed at my liquor store. You might want to verify this one." Then I left.
:lau Blooie, you are a wonderful lady.
 
Remember when school didn't start again until after labor day?

That was always the last weekend to relax, enjoy the sun, the water, the bbq. Mornings had a coolness you could just barely feel on your skin. The air smelled like mowed grass and cut hay. Corn on the cob fresh from the fields in a basket by the porch with bees buzzing about.

Then riding your bike with friends down to the swimmin' hole, arguing over who has first watch for water moccasins and who's "it" first for Marco Polo.

Having s'mores, then falling asleep under the moon and stars while fire flies dance in the dark.
Yup, those were the days!
 
I bought this today at Goodwill, thought it might be old until i saw the made in china stickers on the candles! 20170901_233245.jpg
 

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