There’s a sign that says you aren’t allowed on top of the bus terminal because of me.
There was grass on the roof and I was curious how they got a lawnmower up there.
Well? How did they do it??
There was a little gate tucked around the corner. But it turned out the sublevel that’s normally out of view is just gravel
My preschool class took a field trip to our local children’s museum, which was a very tactile experience, so they really emphasized that you could touch anything there. My three year old brain wanted to know what happened when I touched the fire alarm. I understand shortly after they changed that emphasis: you could touch almost anything there.
“press any button” prompt
Presses power button
Shocked pichachu
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I have never understood why this was the go to punishment for students that didn’t want to be at school.
“Don’t want to be at school? Well then, fine! You’re not allowed at school. Ha, that sure showed that rambunctious rascal!”
“Uhh…” plays Zelda or whatever
Because now the parents have to provide proper care for the children. it’s a way to involve the parents.
it fails if the parents are not involved in their kids lives or are just struggling to make ends meet as it is.
It also removes disruptive kids from.the system. Which should allow the other kids to focus.
That makes the most sense. Thanks.
Reverse psychology?
My old pot dealer let people roll a free joint outside with some busted weed under a sign “roll yourself one!” if they bought enough. A guy I know took this as an excuse to roll a giant cannon of a joint.
There is now a sign saying “roll yourself a reasonable sized joint.”
He had a sign and a gimmick? More sophisticated than any dealer I’ve ever heard of
I’m from BC, it’s a very competitive market.
Beyond innumerable rules at home (no sneaking out of windows, no making potions out of toiletries, no growing mold in the bathroom, no snakes in the house, etc.) once as a kid I had $5 of birthday money burning a hole in my pocket, so at lunch I asked for as many $0.25 cinnamon rolls as I could get with a $5 bill. Although the cafeteria workers tried to talk me out of it, I spent the rest of the day parading around with a huge sack of cinnamon rolls which I didn’t share with my classmates, as I was determined to bring my catch home to impress / share with my family. The same day, an announcement was made over the intercom to the entire school announcing a new two-per-person limit for cinnamon rolls. Details may be off as this was years ago, but that’s what I remember!
I used to have people pay back borrowed lunch money in 5 cent cracker packages. I still remember the time i saved up about $5 in crackers because of one friend’s debts.
So, what was your family’s reaction? What what did your classmates say after the max of 2 rule got implemented?
I can’t remember I’m afraid.
Reading that as “I can’t remember, I’m afraid” gave it a different feeling.
Not much more satisfying than climbing a fence as a kid and then finding out that’s the reason they built the fence higher.
And they helped you level up your fence-climbing skill.
late 1970s mcdonalds menu says hamburger and next line is slice of cheese. smart ass kid rolls in and orders just a slice of cheese. cashier has to bring over the manager… doesnt know how to prepare and serve it. manager has to call district manager, who has to call corporate. its on the menu they have to serve it, and safely. they end up heating up a slice on wax paper. after that all the mcdonalds menus in the country is changed to say cheeseburger.
Impressive.
My workplace has a no s’mores rule.
Shortly before I started, they had a small fad of people making s’mores in the lunch room microwave. One of the trainees was a younger dude who had never lived on his own, and apparently had no idea what an appropriate amount of time was to microwave it, and put it in for 5 minutes or something, filling pretty much the building up with smoke.
We’re a 911 dispatch center, so evacuating the building to go to our backup center is a whole thing, they were able to avoid having to do that but just barely.
So no s’mores.
Was his name Ryan?
Robbie
No more s’mores?
Many years ago when my workplace first adopted hot desking they installed a row of lockers for staff to keeping our stuff in, now we weren’t going to have our own desks. I jokingly said, because it reminded me of being in school, that I was going to cover mine in pictures of The Cure and the Pixies. This must have been overhead by the nearby PA of our senior manager because less than an hour later an email came round forbidding the decoration of lockers. She was very much a ‘make arbitrary rules on a whim’ kind of manager rather than a ‘actually manage people and get work done’ kind of manager. She also tried to introduce ridiculous rules over what kinds of food people could eat at their desks which fell apart when her favourite underling walked into the office after a week on leave and oblivious to BreakfastGate eating an unlawful bacon sandwich, and there was gleeful uproar and she had to back down. She was also hilariously fired less than a year into the job, for lying about being ill and then posting on Twitter (which we were all following because she was apparently too dumb to understand what ‘public’ means) about shopping for shoes and throwing parties.
TL/DR: I tested out of almost 3 years of High School classes in a week to graduate. The next year the canceled the program to test out of subjects you knew.
I went to an alternative style high school and spent my sophomore and junior years doing no real work. I spent most of my time managing the business computer lab and doing special projects with the Physics and Chemistry teacher.
A lot of learning IT was what I learned by doing in those computer labs. I even was part of a group that created a PowerPoint Presentation with manual animation to help secure some funding for the school.
I also showed them their flaws in the grading system when I hacked into their electronic database system showing how easily it was trying to help my friend out when he was accused of changing his grades. Because of that, they banned me from using any computer unsupervised and moved everything in the labs back to Windows 3.1, after I had moved everything to Windows 95.
The problem was that all testing was done on their computer systems, and I was effectively banned from being able to finish the 2+ years I was missing. I ended up dropping out to work tech support at a local dial-up ISP that was at a computer store. When that fell through, because I was unprepared to manage the entire tech support group at 17 I signed up to join the Army.
The Army needed me to have a High School diploma, so I needed to go back to the school with only a month
I found out that they allowed you to test out of each module if you believed you knew the subject. If you passed the final exams, you got to have that grade in the .125 credit module. 8 tests per semester class. If you failed the test, you had to redo all the actual work.
I ended up doing 8 hours a day of supervised testing, since I was still banned from touching a computer without a teacher watching. It took about a week to take every test for 3 years of High School so I could graduate. I missed graduation because I shipped out once I secured the paperwork saying I was going to graduate.
The next school year they didn’t allow people to test out of classes. You were required to do all of the homework before taking the exams.
TL/DR: I tested out of almost 3 years of High School classes in a week to graduate. The next year the canceled the program to test out of subjects you knew.
Wow, I came here to say basically the same thing thinking I would be unique :)
I had a very unstable home life that made school difficult. Mid senior year, I basically had all of high school credits to make up for and enrolled at an alternative school. I’d always tested well with little to no prep, problems in my life were bigger than the school work, as mentioned. I started with a typical slate of classes, very slow pace, but making progress. Then, they showed me this magic room. They had file cabinets with tests for all of the credits in high school. You could basically go in during any free time or ask to leave a class to take a related test. It was simple, pass the test, get the full credit as if you’d attended the entire class. This also meant you’d graduate with an actual high school diploma and not a GED or other equivalent certificate FWIW.
There was also a sheet I was given that listed credits I’d attained to date, and all categories of what was still needed with basically a 1/5 completed style. This then became a video game that I could complete. For the first test, I studied the questions slowly and carefully, then apprehensively handed it in and called it a day. I passed! Next day, encouraged, I did a couple more “low hanging fruit” tests. It then set in, I could just do this and nobody really cared.
As I started to complete categories on the printout, I began to challenge myself on how many I could finish in a day. I’d almost immediately completed about 3/4 of what was needed (in about a week) and then someone decided they needed to step in. A new rule was introduced, max of one of these tests per day, per student. A blow to be sure, but I basically cruised around school for the remaining time and actually graduated a few months early compared to my friends that stayed in traditional high school (with a functionally equivalent high school diploma).
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No Heelies at the hockey rink for me. Last I checked, they still had the printed-out Word document in Times New Roman posted up on the bulletin board.
Dorm Rule: Nothing shall be hung outside the window including satellite dishes…etc.
No bubbles or balloon volleyball in The Ballroom restaurant at Wakulla Springs Lodge. Honest we were just having fun. Of course the management has changed since then, so maybe they forgot.
Balloon volleyball? You mean Keepy Uppy?
LoL, Yes that game. Big restaurant, high ceilings.
How do you play bubble volleyball?nvm, I just can’t comprehend english
Back in my day, like this.
Driving home drunk one night while in college, my brother decided to drive straight, instead of slowing to take the 45° right turn. Soon after the town put up very large, reflective arrows pointing out the turn. He survived, though his Camaro did not.
“Do not wash hands with boiling water”. Saw it happen. The dude wasn’t sure the water from the boiler was really hot, so he ran it over his hand to check…
