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Submitted by matnotharry <mattreallysmells.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-02-12 19:49:29 EST
My first form room of secondary school was next to the room of the now legendary class known as '9 Pole'. At a guess I reckon a good third of them had ADD, or had had too many E-numbers when they were wee, or were just plain plum-crazy.
I have fond memories of their amateur frolics (though they feature in this post only as a primary tangent), including the time we heard the stamping of many feet and the shouts of many voices one sunny afternoon, followed by bangs and crunches on the wall as the entire class came into view outside, each pulling a table and chair, with a livid Ms.Oliver in tow. They had lessons outside that day.
Or the time they realised the car that resided outside our block had it's handbrake only half on, and they collectively heaved the car into the prayer garden (yea, sorry, Catholic school). Or when they went through a phase of chucking chairs out the window. Or that horrible last day of term when they locked their tutor, who had bought them a shit load of sweets, gifts and the like, and shouted through the window "Fat! Fat! Fat", causing her to dissolve in tears (don't feel sorry for her, she was, and still is, a bell-end).
Within this class was group who were madder still. I won't give you details as, frankly, it's not that interesting. The only reason I had any contact with them was due to one of them having a sibling in my class. What little contact I had with this group </tangent> led to me being introduced to a lad named Tom.
I always liked Tom (not in a buttsecks sense); he was the calm steady one of the groups, which I could relate to, and he knew me as 'the kid'. He was the only one to stay after his final year of compulsive education to do A-levels, during which time he would acknowledge occasionally and developed a penchant for growing amazing sideburns that resembled giant sandy squirrels.
Tom went on to bugger his A-levels. I only discovered this when I found him working at the cigarette kiosk at the local superstore last summer when I had been employed there for a month or so.
Today, a year and a half later, he is in charge of directing the till monkeys and the joker that lived inside him is nearly dead. Most of the time Tom is focused on his menial task, or is busily attending to some anal demand, or is getting grief from some irate shithead, or is laughing and smiling with the higher managers who, from what I've gathered, he neither finds funny nor agreeable.
Now I'm not condemning enjoying your job, or relaxing during shifts to make life easier, but this just seems to be total and utter conformity and lack of self. Maybe it is just a part of maturity. Maybe I've got it all wrong and he's a complete fruit cake outside the world of Tesco. Or maybe The Man kills the one inside. Any thoughts Uber?
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Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2006-08-20 20:31:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"I have ADD" is just another way of saying "I'm a dumbass."
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-02-25 15:25:21 EST (#)
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Update: Tom is actually a narcotic smoking madman. The one within lives on
Submitted by crazyaardvark (user info) at 2006-02-12 23:52:59 EST (#)
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Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2006-02-12 21:54:11 (#)
Ranking: 1
I think I don't want to do my human resource management homework tonight.
(tangent) my ex-boyfriend used to study human resrouce management, and his homework sucked too. Feel free to not
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2006-02-12 21:54:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I think I don't want to do my human resource management homework tonight.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-02-12 20:20:31 EST (#)
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Not even any generic thoughts?