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Post by Rhinn on Sept 21, 2011 18:29:43 GMT -5
YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY GRINDS MY GEARS...
When people get onto me for using racial stereotypes when they are following them to the T.
It isn't my fault that the old asian lady with the blinker on ran into the back of me. Was I surprised?!?!?!
NO!!!!!!
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Sept 28, 2011 22:03:24 GMT -5
YOU KNOW WHAT GRINDS MY GEARS!
Children who do not do homework simply based on the fact that they don't want to do it.
First: I am told I cannot use Homework as a means of punishment.
Students complained that I was giving too much homework...that I was being too strict...administrators came down on me like a hammer...without even looking into the situation.
I gave homework that could have been done in class...what they did not finish had to be given in the form of homework, or else I would not have the time to get every little detail that the State wishes for me to fill their gray matter with....and....and....ARGH!
Second: I cannot assign my standard load of homework IE: Study for test, reading, worksheets, ect.
Each week, I have a test on Friday, so all through the week, I give assignments that are geared towards the students doing the best that they possibly can on the test. These assignments are generally reading the chapter, defining terms, and a short work sheet. This is usually given over the course of the week, culminating with a simple Thursday assignment of going over their chapter.
'It's too much!' 'My kid stays up till one in the morning, he needs his rest!' 'You must not have much of a life to expect so much from children!'
That last one cuts me to the quick...I am not long out of college, I am not long out of High School, and well...I know where the kids are coming from.
But I also know how kids are....I was once one...believe it or not.
Up till one in the morning? If he would buckle down, read the quick ten page chapter, he would not have any problem with going to bed on time.
In short....I don't hate children...it's the parents, the red tape, the constant assumption that teachers have no idea what they are dong and that they should be placed on trial by a kangaroo court.
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darktide
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"I Told you Shoot Them in the Head" Leon S. Kennedy
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Post by darktide on Sept 30, 2011 8:37:46 GMT -5
You know what really grinds my gears Television Most of the shows on are a load of crap!!!
Except for the ABC
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Post by Winters on Sept 30, 2011 12:33:37 GMT -5
You know what grinds my gears?
Rope. Everybody has a nice yard of rope laying around somewhere, either in their shed, or garage. Its everywhere, used to tie up boats, bundles of wood, or even hang yourself.
But ask yourself this... Where do you even buy rope? Not at Walmart, not at Costco, not at Home Hardware. Where do you buy the rope? You dont buy rope anymore, you just have to use whatever rope is left in this century, handed down from generation to generation for the same purposes as it was used for years ago.
What happens when you have no rope? You cant buy it, so you have to borrow rope from somebody who does have enough rope to give. And nobody ever comes by a week later asking "Hey, are you finished with that rope? I need it back" because chances are youll never be done using the rope.
Rope, ladies and gentleman. Open your eyes, treasure yours. Because fifteen years from now, youll still own it, and still find a use for it. Thank you.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jan 9, 2012 8:57:54 GMT -5
You know what grinds my gears!
Speed limits. Apparently we live in a nation known world wide to be 'free'. So why to they limit the speed we drive? I understand the purposes of safety yes. There are dumb people out there who need to be told how to drive. But some people are decent drivers and know when they have room, and a decent road where they can drive a bit quicker than the old farts who set the speed limits. So why should these drivers be slapped on the wrists? In a land of the free I see no reason how anyone has the right to tell another person what justifies 'safe' for that person.
You know what else grinds my gears!
Work. That one person who sits around flaunting their power, yet they dont do anything except pass of their work to everyone else. Then people who want to tell you how to do your job when they never do what it is your having to do. People who complain about your work ethic and productivity when their total amount of work doesnt even equal 1/8th of yours on a regular day.
FML
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Post by Winters on Jun 26, 2012 4:06:23 GMT -5
You know what grinds my gears?
Full movie theaters. Then you sit in the isle, cause you really just wanna see this movie. The chick comes and interrupts you 45 minutes into the movie, and asks you to leave because your a "Fire Hazard". Im always like "Excuse me? What did you call me?". Then she innocently explains that if there had been an emergency, and the people needed to exit the theater in a hurry, I would be in their way.
To which I explain, politely. "Lady, if there was a damn fire, id be the first one out the door, trust me... Now please, just let me finish the movie. Weve gone 45 minutes without a fire, I think im on a role." Then she gets the manager, and it ends up f**king up everybody else in the theater, so I end up leaving and getting a refund. I just wanna see a movie. And when you notice the theater is "full", you see half the people are sitting with gaps in the middle, because they put their jackets and stuff on that chair, especially when theyre with friends. So what, do they expect me to get in front of 20 people to get to this one empty seat, and then sit between a boyfriend and girlfriend? Yeah, no thanks, suck my wang, lemme finish this movie, please and thank you.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Aug 13, 2012 0:51:23 GMT -5
You want to know what really, really, truly and without a doubt grinds the loving life out of my precious gears? You want to know what causes my teeth to clench, my hands to curl into fists because there is little to nothing I can do about?
Borish, blasted, bumbling, fudgesucking, lily livered, flame baiting, bombastic, ill tempered, aggravating, fornicating, motherless, homeless, shapeless, brainless, ill mannered, still living in their mother's basements because life would kick them so hard in the genitalia that the next one of their line would feel it, go home, write about how they suck, cause some creepizoid down the way to go nuts.....where was I....oh yeah; Internet Trolls.
So, anyway, here I am, relaxing, having myself a good time playing Cybernations, which by the way, if you can get yourself in with the right crowd, is a fun game. I have been working on my nation for a good two months now, doing deals, building up a good hearty nation of sorts when I get orders from the people higher up in my alliance to attack this nation that has been harassing some of our smaller nations. Just as in real life, I cannot abide the strong to push down the weak simply because they can, and in the manner that is often beset upon myself, I declared war.
Now this is a sort of random battle system that they have in place with Cybernations. A number of things have to be taken into account on whether or not your troops will win in battle. How many soldiers, barracks, tanks, how well off is your country and so on and so on all come into play when determining a single outcome of a battle. Just because you have a 77% chance of victory does not mean victory is guaranteed. Again, I have digressed.
So I am at war with this nation for going on a week, and luck has been on his side...or her....stupid troll...and the random battle system has been giving his nation way too much in terms of odds victories, but I take it in stride...just a game you know. Then this punk starts messaging me about how I have no idea about war, about how to play this game, and that the only reason I am playing it is that I probably have no life. This gets under my skin, but I take it to the chine and reply that games are won and lost all according to numbers and a bit of luck. This goes back and forth until today when I finally, through the numbers, finally wear his nation down to nothing more than a few miserable soldiers and a bunch of trees. The odds are so pathetic that the random battle system takes pity on the boy and refuses to allow me to attack him again. So I figure, 'Victory, moving on.'
Nah...that isn't happening because this troll won't let it go.
I get message...after message....after message of how I have picked on him because I am a stronger nation than he is, how I bullied him, how I have demeaned him.
I stare at my screen in disbelief and utter aloud 'Is this SoB kidding me?'
I usually send PMs and messages on just about any board that I am on in a sort of character. Sometimes it is a bumbling, bright, comedy relief sort of character. Sometimes it is a sort of incompetent, militaristic, but in the end it is character, all not to be taken seriously and to chuckle about. This guy has cut me to the quick. I don't take some snide person calling me a bully and let them get away with it. For the first time since I have been using the internet, I let myself, the real myself, with all my true opinions, thoughts, morals, and beliefs do the talking. If you want a visual, think 'The Ten Commandments' when Moses and God are up on the mountain and God is sprewing forth lightning and fire to etch into the stone the Commandments. I won't go into the details on how badly I, without using a single swear word, without a single amount of vulgarity, broke into this....this troll.
After sending this message of chiding and sort of fire on the mountain words, I get a single reply....
'Oh yeah? Well FU."
Which by the way, was in no way a real response to what I had told this little punk. I then get a message about how if I were to run across him in real life, he could more than likely beat me to a pulp. At this, I laugh myself to tears.
I hate trolls....and I pity them at the same time. They have no real life vent. No means of releasing the frustrations of their real life without making someone they don't know teed off. So...maybe I feed into this troll...but I learned something about myself....I hate trolls....I honestly, truly, and without a doubt, hate trolls. If I come across a student trolling in my classroom, in the computer lab, on a cell phone (which I already believe shouldn't be in the school) I think I will place a trash can over their heads. I might get fired for that...so instead....I take away the phone, boot them off the computer, and make them stand in the corner wearing a cone hat. Might get fired for that.....okay.....I'll....I'll.....I think I'll troll them.
Thanks for listening RERPG.
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Post by Winters on Aug 13, 2012 2:17:03 GMT -5
s***ty deal. I dont deal with them. Just ignore them, thats the only way to save time. I did meet a troll once though, and I blinded his right eye. Didnt press charges because he was too scared. Cant do that all the time though, because trolls are all over the world. But if you can get the chance to get real world revenge, then do it. Its satisfying. Im with ya though brother. Cheer up, and learn their tactics to avoid more trolling.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 17, 2012 8:28:23 GMT -5
You know what really grinds my gears??
When white people can't say the word jalapeño correctly. I seriously heard some ignorant piece of douche say it like this and pretend the j actually makes a j sound. Jala-pen-ohs! My eyes almost exploded when I realized what he was asking for. I wish I could have grabbed two handfuls off jalapeños and rubbed them in his eyes. What almost drove me legally insane to the point where I wanted to set him on fire was that he said it wrong just like that three more times. Learn to speak white people! You're making me look bad!
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 17, 2012 9:13:30 GMT -5
Ya'know what travishly flanders my wangablash?
Peeps pronouncing the ñ as a stereoflabagonable 'n' instead of 'ny'. The squiggly line is there for a reason you have-a-pen, yo's!
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Post by NotAvailable on Aug 17, 2012 15:18:38 GMT -5
You know what really grinds my gears?? When white people can't say the word jalapeño correctly. I seriously heard some ignorant piece of douche say it like this and pretend the j actually makes a j sound. Jala-pen-ohs! My eyes almost exploded when I realized what he was asking for. I wish I could have grabbed two handfuls off jalapeños and rubbed them in his eyes. What almost drove me legally insane to the point where I wanted to set him on fire was that he said it wrong just like that three more times. Learn to speak white people! You're making me look bad! It's not that bad, infact I don't know any Hispanics, myself included, that minds here in Texas. Then again, it's them good ol' boys (cowboys) that pronounce it like that because of their thick southern accent. I've heard a white lady say it before when ordering nachos and she said it right. ALSO I call it JA-LA-PENOS too for fun. And I pronounce Tortillas as TOR-TILLAS too. Haha
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Post by Winters on Aug 17, 2012 18:57:44 GMT -5
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Kyaine
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Post by Kyaine on Mar 6, 2013 20:23:44 GMT -5
YOU KNOW WHAT GRINDS MY GEARS! Loud children who squeal and shout for the sake of it! It's soooo annoying..
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Post by Winters on Mar 6, 2013 21:28:47 GMT -5
Indoor voices, please, children.
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Kyaine
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SHIRON IS THE COOLEST DRAGON ALIVE!
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Post by Kyaine on Mar 7, 2013 0:30:17 GMT -5
You know what really grinds my gears! People who always whine and go on like a child. I can't stand them at all.
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