RE: Daily Dose of Sultnpapper 10/08/18> “Tickets, tickets, get your tickets.” You are required…
Ahahahaha. I had people in general and teachers specifically pissed at me as a general part of my routine.
My buddy Ray bought a 3 year old 50 mile Harley Davidson from a guy that won it in a contest. I'm not much of a HD guy but I buy a couple tickets every year for the cause it supports. Anyway, the guy tried to sell it back to the dealer and felt the 'buyback' price was too low, so he parked it in his garage and put a cover on it. Three years later he and his wife were read to buy a house and that HD represented his down payment. Ray got the bike for a very fair price and re sold it at a reasonable return. I got to ride a brand new Harley Davidson home. Everybody was happy.
Until I got to High School I was 'paddled' with fair frequency. I just wouldn't, or couldn't let stuff go. In High School corporal punishment was banned (We got a new administration when I was a freshman). My senior year the Principal and football coach decided that boys would do pushups as a deterrent and punishment. 50 for first offence, 100 second, 200 for the third and so on. Gunner and I got to the first Friday and had to go to the office to do 200. The coach needed both of us for the game that night and didn't want us exhausted. So he made a decision regarding the two of us. Our number reset every week and punishment could be postponed one day for athletic contest reasons. We ended up doing 250 on Monday because something more came up. :) When I started that year I could do 100 at a set and by the end of my senior year I could do 200 :) Gunner, too. I always bellyached that my arms were WAY longer and I should either do 10% less or Gunner 10% more. Never happened.
I know I like your style, I'm guessing I always would have.
Amazing how those punishments could be deferred in order to help the coaches teams do better.
That Harley deal sounded good for everyone involved too.
Yes, I was never a teachers pet or preferred student. There was one teacher who's voice and tempo of speaking was so go that I never had to take notes and recall everything he said. I never took notes and he just knew I was cheating on the tests so he made me take all my tests with me sitting in a desk at the front of the room right next to his desk and where I was totally separated from the other students.
We had no bells to signal the end of classes, when the clock clicked over we just got up and left. That class was my last class before lunch so I wasted no time getting out of there and down to the lunch line.
One day he was trying to finish a lesson that we were going to be tested on the next day, he was still spitting out information as I was walking out the door. So he loaded up the test with 5 questions of stuff he knew I wouldn't have heard because I adiosed him before he got it out.
One girl that I was really good friends with heard him mumbling to his himself "I'll teach him a lesson..." so she shared with me the last three minutes of information he went over.
I got 100% on the test the next day, sitting next to his desk, he just was beside himself on trying to figure out how I was doing it. I never did tell him my secret and it was all in voice and presentation.
Ahahahaha That's just like home for me. I was a senior and had mandatory civics class. I had the same teacher back to back and he irritated me. So 4 of us cooked up a little story. Gunner couldn't be involved cause, well everybody knew the two of us. So another boy and the head cheerleader valedictorian girl set him up with a citizenship quandry (My father is from South Africa and my mother's Canadian. I was born here after the war where they met.... He fell for it hook, line and sinker. The next day we were on the shit list. Big time. He banished us to the library during class. Such a nasty punishment! After a couple of tests (he had to let us take the tests) he gave us the option to return on pledge of good behavior. I didn't and spent that hour in the library the whole year. He finally caved and let me spend 2 hours in the library with the other class. It was junior history that I had missed the year before taking physics. Everybody was happy. I could do ALL my homework in those two hours, and spend a lot of time reading books I didn't have to check out. The librarian, who hated most everybody became really fond of me and suggested things I might want to read. A huge win.
Oh, that was good. I now need to tell the story of our oldest boy and the one he pulled on his seventh grade teacher but I will have to save that for a Daily Dose, it is a really good one. In fact he might just have out done both of us. I have already started on the Daily Dose for in the morning so there is no turning back now, but unless something big comes up on Tuesday it will be the Wednesday Daily Dose. Trust me you will love this one.