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 Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 12:55 am
OberFeldwebel Desert_Fox_Rommel At our graduation ceremony one of my friends actually hot glued some live .380 ammo to his cap. I was surprised the teachers didn't say a word. I would assume people would go bat s**t crazy just for the ammo even if there is no gun. I was known for always wearing a camo hat so I printed up some camo paper and covered my cap in it. ... wow, I wish I had people that uncaring at my school. I had a steel jacket that came from the '40s surplus 8mm that I have, the base was in tact so it was easy to make it into a necklace. Anyway, I got called into the office to play twenty ******** questions about why I'm wearing it. I gave her my reasons for it but I guess she didn't like them because she kept asking why in different ways. "Why are you wearing that around your neck?" "Why is that important to you?" "Is there some kind of importance to it?" stare I got ******** sick of it and actually wanted to go back to class so I can continue my ******** education so I said that I would put it away but she kept asking. I got sick of it and I told her that I should get back to class and just left. Didn't get bothered about it later in the day at all. Still wore it, ******** her. My rifle team coach gave us both a single silver .223 bullet (no casing) with a beaded chain through it and a .454 round with a tapped rivet through the primer hole and a split ring in that. He told us never to bring either to the school for exactly that reason. Yet I walked around constantly with pictures of guns on my shirt/sweatshirt, a 'tactical' backpack, and we had a ******** trailer full of EBRs on school grounds twice a week... and nobody gave a flying ********.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 7:56 am
Fresnel OberFeldwebel Desert_Fox_Rommel At our graduation ceremony one of my friends actually hot glued some live .380 ammo to his cap. I was surprised the teachers didn't say a word. I would assume people would go bat s**t crazy just for the ammo even if there is no gun. I was known for always wearing a camo hat so I printed up some camo paper and covered my cap in it. ... wow, I wish I had people that uncaring at my school. I had a steel jacket that came from the '40s surplus 8mm that I have, the base was in tact so it was easy to make it into a necklace. Anyway, I got called into the office to play twenty ******** questions about why I'm wearing it. I gave her my reasons for it but I guess she didn't like them because she kept asking why in different ways. "Why are you wearing that around your neck?" "Why is that important to you?" "Is there some kind of importance to it?" stare I got ******** sick of it and actually wanted to go back to class so I can continue my ******** education so I said that I would put it away but she kept asking. I got sick of it and I told her that I should get back to class and just left. Didn't get bothered about it later in the day at all. Still wore it, ******** her. My rifle team coach gave us both a single silver .223 bullet (no casing) with a beaded chain through it and a .454 round with a tapped rivet through the primer hole and a split ring in that. He told us never to bring either to the school for exactly that reason. Yet I walked around constantly with pictures of guns on my shirt/sweatshirt, a 'tactical' backpack, and we had a ******** trailer full of EBRs on school grounds twice a week... and nobody gave a flying ******** class="clear"> I still don't get what her beef was. It's not like it looks like a live round. It's a mangled and expanded steel jacket. Maybe the stupid c**t was anti-gun and hated everything about it and was in position of what little authority she had, and decided to make me as miserable as she could.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 9:03 am
Ha, I've got you guys beat XD (well, in terms of who got busted first)
Back in 4th/5th grade, I was known for collecting whatever had been dropped in the playgrounds. We had about an acre or two of field, jungle gym, swings and the like, and there was always something to find.
Around late fall, i was rummaging around the edge of a fence when some hillbilly boy came around and gave me a spent 12 gauge shell. It was red, shinny, and most of all i didnt know what it was, so i traded it for some sparkly rocks or something.
Then some teacher found me with it and the whole school went bat s**t. next thing i know i have a school resource officer dragging me by the arm and my parents on the line, and i didnt even know what for. They didnt believe me when i told then i didnt know what it was, and my parents had to reason with the principal. Afterward i promptly ratted out on the kid who gave it to me.
Oh, now that i remember, my gun ignorance followed me all the way to late middle school. Right around the Columbine shootings (roughly 7th grade for me, i overheard the use of the phrases "AK-47" and "30-06". Again, i didnt really know what they were and said something about them on the phone with a friend. My father promptly swatted the phone out of my hands saying that the government had wiretapped the lines of families with teenage boys and would take me to jouvie if i mentioned those words again. O_o
I swear, my dad is on his way to wearing tinfoil on his head >__>
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 11:08 am
I don't remember much of this but in elementary school I brought the fuse from a hand grenade, not the body, just the fuse, no pin, no handle.
Anyway, I went to show it in show and tell and the teacher took it away, saying something about being dangerous or some s**t, and had my parents pick me up from school at the end of the day to take it home.
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I think I remember having it after what happened, but I don't have that grenade any more.
Maybe they did take it away for good.
A couple other things in that school:
On the bus, somewhere between 1st and 3rd grade I was playing with some kind of toy shark, anyway, it slipped out of my hands and hit the bus driver. She yelled at me, and never gave it back.
It really was an accident. Christ, I don't think it even hit her.
Anyway, I paid her back though, following years I got ink all over the seats and jabbed them with pencils/pens.
The principal had it out for me and my group of friends.
They were more of the assholes, I mostly just talked with them.
I can't remember why but near the end of the school year, later on, maybe 5th or 6th grade we were all in her office getting chewed out for some reason.
She's a total b***h anyway.
There's a local parade that goes on every year, and until she quit or retired she would go in it in her ******** convertible and hand out pencils.
:/
I'm not sure if anyone got in trouble for this but, anyway one of the kids in the group grabbed a bunch of small rocks from outside during recess, he was going to use them to flick around the classroom but when he saw that the copier or printer in the hallway had it's door open he chucked a bunch inside there.
There was a lot more, but I don't really want to talk about it.
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