I was also a steadfast corduroy pants fella in high school, Britches were my cord flavor of choice. Also had a corduroy blazer that was inexplicably my favorite piece of clothing for a couple years and yes I would wear it with the britches cord pants baby
My grandparents bought me sand art for Christmas in middle school and I thought if I took the small white bag of sand to school everyone would think I was doing cocaine and really cool but someone told on me and I got suspended and got a lecture from the school D.A.R.E. officer
I remember one DARE class where the lecturing cop told us that x-percentage of people in the classroom would go on to try illegal drugs at some point in their life, to which a bunch of us (myself included) vigorously denied it would be us. Turns out I was wrong!
Eyeball Kid wrote:I remember one DARE class where the lecturing cop told us that x-percentage of people in the classroom would go on to try illegal drugs at some point in their life, to which a bunch of us (myself included) vigorously denied it would be us. Turns out I was wrong!
I pretty much knew I wanted to try all of the drugs by 5th grade
Our DARE cop told a story in class about a guy who was driving drunk and ran into a telephone pole. The cop said when he was checking him out afterwards his pupils weren't dilating when he shined his flashlight into his eyes, so he knew "this was a dead man walking." And sure enough he collapsed and died right there.
So for like 3 years everytime I bumped my head or put on a cap that was too tight or whatever I would immediately run to the bathroom and flick the lights on and off while staring into the mirror to make sure I wasn't about to drop dead.
Same cop also forced me to narc on my dad to my mom when I found some gold bond powder on the vanity when I was getting ready for school in their bathroom, thinking that he for sure was blowing rails in there.
Eyeball Kid wrote:I remember one DARE class where the lecturing cop told us that x-percentage of people in the classroom would go on to try illegal drugs at some point in their life, to which a bunch of us (myself included) vigorously denied it would be us. Turns out I was wrong!
They did that at my school too. I remember all of the emphatic "No, I'd never do it!""s like the cries of Peter saying he wouldn't deny Christ. Several years later we were all stoners.
there was a rash of pantsings in elementary school and i tried to participate to be cool. then i got really good and pantsed in the middle of music class and was just standing there in my tighty whities with my jeans around my ankles. that was the end of pantsing for me.
In middle school I thought pirates were really cool... so I had multiple pirate flag t-shirts I'd wear all the time. I was starting to dabble with the idea of being punk/goth, but I wasn't ready to commit so I was like "these have skulls on them and that's close enough."
Also tried to get my friends to call me Beetlejuice.
thread is reminding me of my super cool middle school outfit that i wore every time we went on a field trip or other big school event:
blue bowling shirt, unbuttoned OBX t-shirt (procured on vacation) underneath sand-khaki zip-off cargo pants off-brand skate shoes bucket hat from a state park gift shop (again, from a vacation)
there are so many photos of me wearing this outfit at like cedar point, the art museum, our class trip, etc. but i don't think i have any in digital form
"My foremost duty is to the board," Important Dentist countered. "I cannot afford to spend that much time researching human sexuality."
when i was 12 clueless had just come out and i tried to recreate cher's plaid skirt look with stuff i had in my closet (subbing in my soccer socks for knee high socks).
my mom saw my outfit and refused to let me leave the house until i changed.
i played football at the Private Middle School and still got owned for being fat and gay or whatever. there was this one picture of me on the sidelines standing with my hand on my hip vaguely femme-ly and everyone thought it was very funny. luckily i broke my arm in sixth grade so i didn't have to play in seventh. instead i spent 6 hours a day playing world of warcraft
however this was also the school where none of the other parents talked to my mom in carpool line because her car was too shitty so basically Who Cares
On Hipinion, posters taxed their bonds and brotherhood, pushing themselves to the brink as a board and as buds.
i bought some levis 'wide-legged' jeans in 1997 or 1998, finally wearing some pants that weren't just whatever the generic target ones were. the first day i wore them, i definitely had the edge of this roast beef moment on my way to middle school:
donna martin wrote:when i was 12 clueless had just come out and i tried to recreate cher's plaid skirt look with stuff i had in my closet (subbing in my soccer socks for knee high socks).
my mom saw my outfit and refused to let me leave the house until i changed.
thanks mom.
It's insane to me that parents don't intervene in these situations more often.
I did the “gel your hair and spike it straight up at the front”, compounded it because for some reason I put gel only in the part I was trying to spike up which must have looked super weird and terrible. My early teen years were...not great
donna martin wrote:when i was 12 clueless had just come out and i tried to recreate cher's plaid skirt look with stuff i had in my closet (subbing in my soccer socks for knee high socks).
my mom saw my outfit and refused to let me leave the house until i changed.
thanks mom.
It's insane to me that parents don't intervene in these situations more often.
My mum would actively suggest to me that I should have highlights in my hair and wear popper tracksuit pants and shit