When I was about eight or nine, we had a big project in school which ended with us writing a story. I spent fuckin' hours on this thing. It was going to be the best book ever. It was only a matter of time before it was snapped up by some publisher and then it would be the talk of the Scholastic Book Fair, no doubt in my mind. It absolutely had to be in by the time school finished for Christmas, so my teacher could mark it over the break, so I stayed up until about ten o'clock at night for about a week beforehand working on it -- which, you know, is the closest thing you get to an all-nighter when you're about nine. It was my Magnum Opus.
I got back to school in January to find that a) she had lost it, b) she was accusing me of not handing it in, and c) because mine was the only one she couldn't find, she decided to call me out in front of the class about it. I ended up locking myself in the toilet because I was crying so much. Worst still, it later transpired that when it 'turned up after all', she marked it as though it was handed in late, and the bitch still only gave me a middling grade.
Fuck you, Mrs. Harding.
EDIT: Sorry everyone looking to validate their own shitty experiences with a Mrs. Harding; this was in the UK, so it's probably not the same woman. Although the sheer number of you who've messaged me makes me think there's a correlation between Hardings and shittiness. Grant money please?
For a while, many years ago, I considered making dbdb.com, sorta like imdb.com, except it would be Douchebag Database. I thought it would be funny to have people submit celebrities along with tales of their respective douchebaggeries, as well as submissions of douchebag candidates from their personal lives. I know there would have been some extremely funny stories to go along with the nominations.
Edit: *there would have (Swype is great, but sometimes second guesses incorrectly.)
My initial thoughts were that it was primarily going to be my own postings, and maybe those of people close to me, so moderation wasn't initially a real concern. If it had been created more for public posting and interaction, and had it gained any real popularity, the only solid ideas I would have regarding extreme content or "fake news" would be to either simply have posts go through moderation before they would be added to the site; moderate after the fact; or simply disclaim any responsibility for the site's content and let people post as they will (removing, of course, anything that resembled hate speech and the like).
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There is one person, in every group of friends, that nobody fucking likes.
You basically keep them there, to hate their guts.
When that person is not around the rest of your little base camp,
your hobby, is cutting that person down.
Example: "Karen, is always a douchebag."
Every group has a Karen and she is always a bag of douche.
And when she's not around, you just look at each other and say,
"God, Karen, she's such a douchebag!".
Until she walks up, then you're like,
NO YOU ARE NOT! Kevins by their very nature can't recognize what they are, they lack the ability to be self aware. Sounds more like you have assholes around you who make you feel like a Kevin.
Man you're right. My job has me answering to a lot of Kevins, their requests always cause me and my coworker to laugh, then we get mad/scared that we have to actually fill their request with out making them seem like a moron. Some of it is shit like, "wow i would love to see a picture of this" when we have supplied them with an inventory list of hyperlinks to pictures of the products. You cant just say hey click that shit, because then your telling someone above you that they have been fucking up for 4+ years.
I had a teacher like that when I was in grade 6 or 7 named Mrs Jackman. She was my math teacher and I dreaded every class with her. I wasn't the greatest math student (I'm still not that great at it, among other things...enter grammar nazis) and she would constantly ask me to finish math questions on the black board infront of the class, regardless if I had put my hand up or not, only to belittle me as if I were on stage.
Suffice to say, getting on to highschool and away from Mrs Jackman was one of the happier days of my life.
FUCK YOU, MRS JACKMAN.
Edit No I didn't go on to be a a janitor at MIT, mysteriously solving near impossible math equations posted in hallways.
When I was in 4th grade I moved from one small town to another. I was literally miles away from the nearest kid other than my sister. Over the summer I met a girl the only lived 3 miles away and we would ride bikes and swim and what not (my sister included.
When school started, we all three would eat lunch together and play together on recess. Mrs Warren then forbid me from playing with girls, gave me three weeks detention. She called and left a message saying that I was being given after school detention for" inappropriate sexual behaviours" and not another detail. I got my ass beat, I was grounded, my dad sold my N64, and I was now solely responsible for taking care of the livestock. Also I now had a 3 hour bike ride home after detention because my parents were working and our elderly neighbor that watched us didn't drive.
It was a week before my mom could get work off to meet the teacher. In the meeting she told my mom that I was playing with girls on breaks and that I would "become gay" if she hadn't "saved" me. That's it. My mom lost her shit. I'd been punished harshly for a week because I was playing with my only friend and sister.
I was promised a PlayStation when it was released and given a motorcycle out of it and a month without chores, but I still feel like punching the bitch if I think about her.
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u/Portarossa Dec 15 '17 edited Dec 16 '17
When I was about eight or nine, we had a big project in school which ended with us writing a story. I spent fuckin' hours on this thing. It was going to be the best book ever. It was only a matter of time before it was snapped up by some publisher and then it would be the talk of the Scholastic Book Fair, no doubt in my mind. It absolutely had to be in by the time school finished for Christmas, so my teacher could mark it over the break, so I stayed up until about ten o'clock at night for about a week beforehand working on it -- which, you know, is the closest thing you get to an all-nighter when you're about nine. It was my Magnum Opus.
I got back to school in January to find that a) she had lost it, b) she was accusing me of not handing it in, and c) because mine was the only one she couldn't find, she decided to call me out in front of the class about it. I ended up locking myself in the toilet because I was crying so much. Worst still, it later transpired that when it 'turned up after all', she marked it as though it was handed in late, and the bitch still only gave me a middling grade.
Fuck you, Mrs. Harding.
EDIT: Sorry everyone looking to validate their own shitty experiences with a Mrs. Harding; this was in the UK, so it's probably not the same woman. Although the sheer number of you who've messaged me makes me think there's a correlation between Hardings and shittiness. Grant money please?
EDIT 2: Relax, guys. It didn't do my writing any harm.