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General Discussion => Essentially Flyertalk => Topic started by: ben ji on May 31, 2013, 01:00:38 PM
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In this thread we talk about random characters from your childhood that you still remember
Ralph- Elementary school custodian who was missing part of his arm below the elbow. He had some prostetic thing with a hook and when kids would ask him what happened to his arm he would tell them he lost it in a bowling accident, fingers got stuck in ball and ripped off his arm.
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Alf and teddy reckspin.
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I had a crush on my 1st grade teacher Mrs Flynn. She and my mom were friends and she would always send me birthday cards and graduation cards and stuff. She was pretty hawt! :fatty:
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I had such a crush on my 2nd grade teacher, Miss Morrison. When she came back the next year with a different name -- after getting married -- I remember being very confused by that.
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Zack, Slater, Lisa, Jessie, Kelly, Screech, Mr. Belding
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Steve Clark, recently retired NFL player, was my 6th grade teacher. :gocho:
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Zack, Slater, Lisa, Jessie, Kelly, Screech, Mr. Belding
Oh man, I was just going to say Saved by the Bell! I had a major crush on Kelly Kapowski.
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Greg, our bus driver, grades 1-3. He was like real life Otto. He was a drummer, and would bang his drum sticks on the walls of the bus to quiet us down. Wore flannel, beard, just a complete real life rock star stud.
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Mary Jo- Stay at home mom 2 doors down who had a son my age. She was super protective of her children and we could never watch pg13 movies or play violent video games at their house. Nice lady though!
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Saul- Iraqi bus driver who took me to middle school every day. Super nice guy and always happy, had tons of old readers digest by his driver seat that he would read because he was trying to learn how to read english. We always asked him to take us through McDonalds drive through on the last day of school and he said he would but when the last day of school came he said he couldnt do it because the bus was too big :(.
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teddy reckspin.
:D
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Larry G - the kid who cut off his nipple with scissors in 2nd grade.
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The Cramer boys would run out of their house every time I would walk by and throw rocks at me. They once chased me with a bat.
The only time my dad ever went to Parent-Teacher meetings was the year I had Miss O'Malley. She was a recent graduate of Emporia State University and a bit of a looker.
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Mr. Scott- old guy across the street who had been a real life member of the buffalo soldiers http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_Soldier (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_Soldier), and gave us Chiefs tickets for Joe Montana's first game. Also, he gave out king sized snickers on Halloween and his wife would bring my mom cookies and stuff.
Pretty much my hero.
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Kelli- Classmate in 2nd grade. She use to always hold my hand during story time. One time when the teacher wasn't looking, she shoved my hand up her shirt. She told me that's what her mom did with her dad. I never got it then, but now I think I do.
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Larry G - the kid who cut off his nipple with scissors in 2nd grade.
whaaattttttttttt
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Some hulking guy in my grade school, whose name I can't remember, punched me in the stomach one day for no reason. It was like 3rd or 4th grade. He also wore cleats to school to step on kids' hands and feet. Wonder what he's up to now?
:flush:
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To Miss Bodenheimer (my 5th grade teacher) - Thanks for wearing that low cut sweater that allowed me my first breast gaze while getting busted by you and playing it cool when I looked away like nothing happened :gocho:.
To Mr. White (my high school homeroom teacher) - Thanks for selling me that dope bag of ganja at that Phish concert :bigtoke:. You were a treasure.
To Nick my childhood friend - I never told anyone when you jerked off at a friend's sleep over in 6th grade.
To my neighbor Max - you were an old sack of crap and I finally got off your lawn. Thanks for throwing fire crackers at me when I delivered your newspaper you old drunk. Cancer took you too soon.
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Jason M. - The guy we would all call "Yoda". Short, misshaped person (tiny hands and feet). He was not a little person. He would always wear gym shorts and white v-neck to school. On a regular basis (in middle school), he would pitch a tent in his gym shorts. It was hard to miss. Everyone was :lol: but he had no idea what his peers were laughing about.
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Some hulking guy in my grade school, whose name I can't remember, punched me in the stomach one day for no reason. It was like 3rd or 4th grade. He also wore cleats to school to step on kids' hands and feet. Wonder what he's up to now?
:flush:
He's probably in the big leagues, still wearing cleats every day.
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teddy reckspin.
:D
Yeah, I saw that too. I was going to let it slide.
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Some hulking guy in my grade school, whose name I can't remember, punched me in the stomach one day for no reason. It was like 3rd or 4th grade. He also wore cleats to school to step on kids' hands and feet. Wonder what he's up to now?
:flush:
He's probably in the big leagues, still wearing cleats every day.
Hope not! :grrr:
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One of the 3rd Grade Teachers Mrs. Holder: You weren't my teacher, but you made it clear to me that I was a "bad kid" (Note to all on GE, I was an energetic prankster, not bad at all). Joke was on her though because when I was in 3rd grade her 7th grade daughter got caught at a school event with alcohol. Scold your own before others you cranky old bitch.
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Amber Applegate, summertime girlfriend from camp.
Best name for a summertime camp girlfriend ever. Just looked her up on facebook and she's quite fetching.
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One of the 3rd Grade Teachers Mrs. Holder: You weren't my teacher, but you made it clear to me that I was a "bad kid" (Note to all on GE, I was an energetic prankster, not bad at all). Joke was on her though because when I was in 3rd grade her 7th grade daughter got caught at a school event with alcohol. Scold your own before others you cranky old bitch.
Sounds like Mrs. Holder can count on Holding your nuts!
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He wasn't real clams. Sorry, bro.
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I had a friend who was named Pubes that was the lead singer of our garage band in high school but got kicked out of his house and was forced to go to drug rehab (for pot :rolleyes:), thus ending my shortlived rockstar dreams.
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I had a friend who was named Pubes that was the lead singer of our garage band in high school but got kicked out of his house and was forced to go to drug rehab (for pot :rolleyes:), thus ending my shortlived rockstar dreams.
Pubes always seem to get in the way of life. They are the bonsai trees of the body and grow for the purposes of contemplation (for the viewer) and the pleasant exercise of effort and ingenuity (for the grower).
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Ms. Miller, my 1st grade teacher who caught me kissing a girl at recess. She took me out into the hall and took out a box of tic-tacs and put one in her mouth.
I thought "My God, she's gonna show me how a real woman kisses" :drool:
but instead lectured me about how bad kissing is with germs and all... :cry:
Old man Liverspots who lived across the street and would get drunk and walk up and down the street in his PJ's cradling his teddy bear a la Mr. Howell.
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Marcus W - the kid that would always pick his nose in class. I mean everyone does some picking, but this guy was over the top. So much that the teacher had to make up an excuse to the class that he had a sore inside his nose that was irritating. Lol...silly Mrs. James the sore was there the entire school year!
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My bus driver Pat, who chewed skoal, wore flannel shirts with cutoff sleeves and wranglers. Gave me and every other kid on the bus an orange for christmas every year. I found out he was actually a she one day at the grocery store. My mom couldn't even tell.
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Steve Clark, recently retired NFL player, was my 6th grade teacher. :gocho:
I stood in line to get his autograph when he was a sub. Pretty sure he married Mr. Anderson's daughter who was a playground supervisor.
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Louie- Good friend in elementary school who was a stud athlete because he hit puberty early and grew a full beard by 5th grade. By 9th grade everyone had caught up to him and he wasnt that great of an athlete anymore. Found out on FB he was in keystone the same time as me last year and we met up for dinner :D
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my science teacher freshman year got fired because she wore a white t-shirt to school on the last day (bottle rocket day!) and was kind of borderline inappropriate with students.
anybody from gchs circa 1996 remember her? blonde woman, seemed pretty young/fresh out of college.
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Ike the Goiter Man. He used to come to my parents produce farm back in the seventies.His goiter was just kinda egg size the first time I saw him but was larger than a softball when they finally did something about it.That thing just flopped around all over the place and was hard for a kid to not stare at.These days you gotta go to a third world country to see such a sight.
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Ike the Goiter Man. He used to come to my parents produce farm back in the seventies.His goiter was just kinda egg size the first time I saw him but was larger than a softball when they finally did something about it.That thing just flopped around all over the place and was hard for a kid to not stare at.These days you gotta go to a third world country to see such a sight.
Or hill country in virginia
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Steve Clark, recently retired NFL player, was my 6th grade teacher. :gocho:
Of course he was. Because according to his license plate, ITEACH
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miss burt (5th grade teacher) was a super bitch.
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My first threesome fantasy was in 2nd grade about two of my classmates. Danielle and Carolyn. Also my 2nd grade teach Ms Dullin was a real bitch.
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I had a friend who was named Pubes that was the lead singer of our garage band in high school but got kicked out of his house and was forced to go to drug rehab (for pot :rolleyes:), thus ending my shortlived rockstar dreams.
:horrorsurprise: I had a friend who was the lead singer of a garage band whose parents sent him to rehab in California for pot.
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I had a friend who was named Pubes that was the lead singer of our garage band in high school but got kicked out of his house and was forced to go to drug rehab (for pot :rolleyes:), thus ending my shortlived rockstar dreams.
:horrorsurprise: I had a friend who was the lead singer of a garage band whose parents sent him to rehab in California for pot.
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miss burt (5th grade teacher) was a super bitch.
OMG, what school?
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miss burt (5th grade teacher) was a super bitch.
OMG, what school?
rochester
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mr. z for 6th grade was a badass though.
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Mr. Dale 6th grade bus driver
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In 6th grade a kid named Wesley, who with his brothers and cousin had a rap group called "2 Young 2 B Tru". They had a music video and we watched it in class.
I give their video a B-
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Steve Clark, recently retired NFL player, was my 6th grade teacher. :gocho:
Of course he was. Because according to his license plate, ITEACH
I didn't like him....
Mr. O, gym teacher.. Best dood ever and he was a lefty and could peg you from anywhere without looking when playing dodgeball
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Classmate Justin Moritz. Called him Justin Moritz Crackers. He would use the same pencil until it was just barely a nub. He was always sharpening his pencils. Once a pencil was as short as possible, but still sharp, it went into a little box where he saved them like badges of honor for all the writing he did. Surprisingly. the erasers were always in good shape.
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Mr. Tony Smith was the principle at East Indianola. He was a giant jerkface who hated fun. He was jehovah's witness or something so we couldn't celebrate any of the holidays and you had to finish all of your lunch if you wanted to go to recess. It sucked, because our school lunches were nasty sometimes. Tuna and noodles? :barf:
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Hannah, the girl I kissed in kindergarten. We got each other Christmas gifts for the next three years, even though she was Jewish, so I'm not sure why she celebrated Christmas.
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When I was a kid and other kids wanted to make fun of me they would call me benjamin franklin jayhawker (last name) because they knew i hated being called a jayhawker. :frown:
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miss burt (5th grade teacher) was a super bitch.
OMG, what school?
rochester
I had that bitch at another school in the district. I know it has to the same one.
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Mr. Allnut, principal at my school from 3rd-5th
Yes, we were as immature with his name as you'd imagine.
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Francis the town Fake Sugar Dick (WARNING, NOT THE REAL SUGAR DICK!). He would roam the school grounds carrying a wore out football. The laces were torn on one seam and the rubber bladder was bulging through the tear. He couldn't/wouldn't talk, he just made grunting noises and pointed at stuff. We would ask him "where's your mom Francis?" and he would point to the sky and grunt repeatedly and smile really big.
One day one of the big kids was pissed about something and took Francis' football and punted it on top of the school. Francis was very upset about it and ran home. I gave my friend a boost up into the tree next to the school and he got the ball down. We took it to his house and laid it on the porch. The next day he was back at school sitting on the fire escape outside our classroom holding his football.
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In 4th grade, a classmate named Sammy and a nickname of "Sammy Snot". On demand, he could pinch a nostril shut and snort a huge gob of snot onto the floor or ground, but he usually did it in class when the teacher was gone or distracted. Seems gross now, but the boys in class all secretly wished they could do that too.
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Johnny the Fake Sugar Dick (WARNING, NOT THE REAL SUGAR DICK!) kid. Johnny would come over to our house with his mom to buy eggs and raw cow milk from my mom. We would play on the swing set while our moms talked. He really liked cats. When ever one of the slut mother cats had a new litter I would take Johnny to go look at them. I always had to tell him not to pick them up or their mom might abandon them. He would just sit there starring at them and laughing when ever one of the little rascals moved around. Then we would go to the apple tree and get a few apples to snack on till our moms got done gossiping about whatever and he would get in their car and leave.
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Doc the town loon. Doc was a smart man once upon a time with a bigtimey job he wore a suit to everyday. He had a nervous break down or something. I only knew him as the guy who strolled around town looking like he was thinking about something important and raising his hand every now and then like he had just had an epiphany. On Sunday mornings after church he would always track dad down to ask him "Mr. Bloodfart, do you have a six pack for me today?" Dad would always say "I don't got any on me right now Doc but I'll see what I can do."
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Cap **** - Was our town drunk for lack of a better term. It would shock nobody to walk out their front door in the morning and trip over Cap or find him asleep in their porch swing. There were a couple mornings my Dad and G-pa would be out feeding cattle and be on the backroads and find him sleeping in his car. One night he took the wrong car home from the local bar. He drove a giant Coupe DeVille with horns on the hood. He got into someone's van and drove it home. He passed out naked on someone's porch once too. He used to play the harmonica and the jug... Every once in a while when he was on a real bender he would just go house to house and play the harmonica and drink in a lawn chair in people's yards. I can still remember that he sounded like Farmer Fran whenever he rambled into the yard and started talking to my dad. RIP Cap.
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Moped Fred. A real guy named Fred who drove a moped. He had a learning disability. He was awesome. I wonder whatever happened to Moped Fred?
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The ******boys. Three brothers (prolly in their 70's) that lived together their entire lives. None of them ever got married. They just spent their days farming and making the occasional batch of moonshine. I would ride my bike to their farm that looked like something from the 40's or 50's but it was insanely clean. Every ancient building looked like it had been painted yesterday all the time.
Mom sent me over there with milk and eggs every week. I would knock on the screen door and Lenny would come to the door. He would take the goods and go back inside to get the money. I would try to peer inside the old house to see what it looked like but all I saw were kerosene lamps and old furniture. The other two brothers (Ike and Paul) would usually be sitting at the kitchen table looking at me. I'd get nervous and back out of the doorway and back onto the porch. Lenny would finally come back and hand me the cash and I would haul ass back to our place.
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Man, I feel like I missed out on an important step in childhood by not being exposed to town drunks :frown:. DAM YOU OVERLAND PARK :curse:
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Walkin' Bob...
He walked around Hays picking up beer cans, bumming cigarettes and generally spreading his profound philosophy...
Hell of a guy!
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Old Man Bloodfart. Rumor was if he caught you in his pasture he'd turn his shotgun on your and pepper your back with rock salt. All of us kids had been shot at one time or another when we were alone, but none of us was shot whilst with another. Basically Old Man Bloodfart probably never existed but it made being in his pasture and messing with his cows muuuch more scary.
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Old Man Forgothislastname. Rumor was if he caught you in his pasture he'd turn his shotgun on your and pepper your back with rock salt. All of us kids had been shot at one time or another when we were alone, but none of us was shot whilst with another. Basically Old Man Forgothislastname probably never existed but it made being in his pasture and messing with his cows muuuch more scary.
Leave my gat damn cows alone or I'll blast your backside with my Winchester!
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I fixed my post to reflect an alternative reality.
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:D
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miss burt (5th grade teacher) was a super bitch.
OMG, what school?
rochester
I had that bitch at another school in the district. I know it has to the same one.
while being a general total bitch, she also totally favored the girls over the boys. :curse:
i tried to get transferred to the other 5th grade class mid year, but it was full because so many other people had transferred.
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My 4th grade teacher stopped class and had us listen to the O.J. Simpson verdict via the radio. She was a character.
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My 4th grade teacher stopped class and had us listen to the O.J. Simpson verdict via the radio. She was a character.
watched this in the logan jr. high (shoutout to metalhead) library!
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My 4th grade teacher stopped class and had us listen to the O.J. Simpson verdict via the radio. She was a character.
watched this in the logan jr. high (shoutout to metalhead) library!
GrandmaMH must have watched it there too.
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My 4th grade teacher stopped class and had us listen to the O.J. Simpson verdict via the radio. She was a character.
watched this in the logan jr. high (shoutout to metalhead) library!
I was at a school where they were under strict orders to not let the verdict be known to the students for fear of trouble