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Question of the Week (01/30 – 02/05)
Jan 30th
This week’s question was asked by Marco from Dallas, TX:
Q: If you had to go back in time, and change one thing that you did in your life what would it be?
Well there are so many things that I would like to change. I’ve done so much stupid shit in my life it’s not even funny. Would I like to change the time I put mustard all over my families cars…yes. Would I like to change my performance in school… obviously.. I could do a lot better than C’s. Would I like to have come out sooner than I did… hellz yea.
I’d like to change a lot of things I have done in life, but the one most important thing I would like to change is that I wish I would have gone to therapy a lot sooner. I was a little bit out of control emotionally, and if I had convinced my parents at a young age to get me therapy I think I would have enjoyed my childhood and teenage years. Therapy is the smartest thing I ever did, for I would have never been able to keep the great friends that I have now without it.
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Nick’s Greatest Moments: The Kindergarten Incident
Jan 21st
One of my earliest memories is from my time spent in Kindergarten. It was a class with about 20 kids taught by Mrs. Cordero the wife of a cop. I don’t remember much about her, but I do know that I didn’t like her because she was a bitch. Of course I didn’t like the majority of my teachers in school. The classroom was set up so that each table sat 4 children. I sat next to Cindy, this plain looking dirty brown haired mouth breather, who later in life would go to jail for grand theft larceny… a real winner.
One day in class Cindy had some serious morning breath, and I was not having it. I moved my chair to the corner of the table to get away, but being a mouth breather she had polluted the entire area. My only other option at this point was to move my chair back as far as I could which still wasn’t working. Mrs. Cordero noticed I had moved away from my table, and asked me to move back.
- Me: No!
- Mrs. Cordero: Craig, move your chair back up to the table where it belongs.
- Me: No… her breath stinks (pointing at Cindy)
- Mrs. Cordero: That wasn’t a very nice thing to say
- Me: It’s gross
- Mrs. Cordero: Get back to your table before I write your name on the board.
That’s how she punished us in class. If you made her mad she would write your name on the chalk board as a warning. If you persisted to act up, she would eventually put a check mark next to your name which meant you had to spend recess with her. If that didn’t do the trick then she would put another check mark on the board, and your parents would have to come pick you up after class so she could talk to them.
I ended up hesitating to long, and she wrote my name on the board. A couple minutes went by and I had had enough of the mouth breather.
- Me: Stop breathing
- Cindy gave me a dirty look (which believe me… wasn’t hard for a face like that)
- Me: You stink like trash
- Cindy: Shut up
- Me: You are trash
Unfortunately for me this when Cindy started to cry. Mrs. Cordaro looked at me with fury in her eyes.
- Mrs. Cordaro: What is going on?
- Cindy: He is being mean to me
- Craig: She is lying
At this point some other douche bag in class ratted me out (This kid obviously wasn’t worth remembering), and Mrs. Cordaro put a check mark after my name. This pissed me off (Shocking isn’t it?).
I completely stopped talking for most of the morning when finally Mrs. Cordaro asked me a question. I sat there in silence not looking at her. She asked me again, and I kept quiet. She walked up to me, kneeled down, and asked me again.
- Craig: I don’t have to answer you, you’re not my mom, you don’t control me, you can’t tell me what to do
- Mrs. Cordaro: That’s it!!!
She got up and put another check mark next to my name. The whole class gasped as no one had ever gotten 2 check marks before.
- Mrs. Cordaro: I am going to call your mother, and have her come here to talk to me after class.
- Me: I don’t care. Stupid!
And with that, I was placed in the back of the classroom facing the wall until my mom came to pick me up. My mom was not pleased as you could imagine, and I realized that day that I should care when a teacher wants to call my mom. Sadly lessons are not learned that easily, and my poor mother was called back to my Elementary School many times… and my Junior High School… and my High School.
And that… is one of Nick’s Greatest Moments.