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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2021 21:48:53 GMT -5
Looking back at my childhood, fifth grade always stands out the most. I really liked the teachers I had, things going on in the world and the entertainment realm were really enjoyable, and the content covered in school was exciting. Eighth and twelfth were also really good. Which K-12 grade had the biggest impact on you growing up?
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Post by Kill Em' All on Jul 5, 2021 11:46:04 GMT -5
Elementary was tricky; I was bullied pretty bad. But; I have fond comforting memories of coming home playing with my wrestler; getting my first dog; watching Cartoon Network on summer break; playing with my childhood best friend and hanging out almost like every day having our own figure fed or wrestling on the matress. Going swimming; pool parties at my uncles. I'll always associate that with my upper Elementary years.
I actually had dream I was back in Middle School; and I was depressed waking up. Other then getting my other dog I did not care for Middle School; but I had a lot of awesome teachers. Lol. Middle School just sucks; however the last 3 months of 8th grade was awesome. Like nothing but good memories! The last 3 months of 8th grade was really more like connection to High School. I started to come out of my shell; and I made a lot of friends that i'd have throughout High School. Lots of funny classroom memories. We didn't have a math teacher the whole school year; so it was subs coming in. And it was just mixture of them being driven nuts. And kids doing little fireworks in the class; gassing the class out with Axe body spray. The 8th grade dance; and the fun awkard and dumb summer between was so much fun. Coming home from school playing GTA 4 with my late brother; and one memory i'll keep till I die. He was taking me back from math tutoring; but we went on a driving adventure. And he was telling me how to talk to girls. And it was just fun time.
The end of 10th Grade-12th grade felt like the longest but most profound story of my life. I typically was 3.5-4.0 student depending on the year outside of the end of 8th grade my grades dipped a little bit. But I started really struggling in math and science; no matter who explained it to me. You were speaking Mandarin Chinese to me.
My family was really strict about grades (they werent so much in 8th grade due to the math teacher; and they were happy I was making friends again). And I started I guess feeling teenage angst; and was acting out. My brother's drug addiction was out of control. And he died of a overdose of just crazy cocktail. However; some things lead us to believe his ex spiked his sh*t. But; who knows. My High School best friend ''group'' also had falling out and most of us were going our seperate ways. My bestfriend was getting in with the wrong crowd; and to this day I am just waiting on a phone call or seeing him where I work (the jail). The first girl I truly loved; just broke my heart 3 weeks later by cheating on me when my brother died. So I went off the deep end; dropped out of school for 2 weeks; picked fights etc. I came back; got together and graduated. And the teachers who believed in me; talked to me; I stay talking too to this day. And even out of the horrible time. I met my girlfriend to this day who changed my life; and I had some of the craziest and most fun times at parties.
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Post by Grumpyoldman on Jul 5, 2021 14:38:14 GMT -5
4th grade (1979). That's when we found out my mom had cancer. I also found out that if she didn't make it, my siblings & I would be split up & be raised by our godparents. I think I was the only 4th grader with an ulcer. She pulled through & is still one of the toughest women I know.
P.S. F*ck Judy Blume.
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Post by ET had AIDS on Jul 13, 2021 19:09:22 GMT -5
Well, BarnxBee, I'll be honest. I didn't go to middle school and dropped out of high school after awhile. I am an autodidact. Every grade ing blew. Not as much as these questions though.
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Post by ET had AIDS on Jul 13, 2021 19:12:57 GMT -5
Actually, thinking it over, MajorThourougly, my best years in school were those I spent cross dressing and showing up smashed out of my mind. So 12th grade I guess? I got to skip 8th grade because they let me read Malcom X and take a test on it. That's how I cheated my way through middle school. Stopped in 4th grade, transferred in 7th, and then barely attended public school. High school was even worse. All they wanted was for me to graduate and get credits, when I was actually there mainly for the social experience due to being an autodidact most of my life, and never getting to experience school as it should be. HS wasn't as horrible as I think about it more and more, but I never found anyone I fit in with or got along with too well that were in my classes. All of my friends were different ages. I always hated that.
My father was a teacher. He did help me with some things.
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Post by rkmo: 9 Month Warning on Jul 14, 2021 1:28:19 GMT -5
Welp, let me get this in before this thread gets crashed and burned.
I'll just focus on the social aspect for me because being an extremely shy and awkward person, enough probably to land me on some spectrum, prevented me from ever being a social butterfly. That and I've never had any "oh captain, my captain" moments with a teacher.
In the 5th grade I allowed myself the most opportunity to be true to me. Met one of the best friends I ever had that let me loosen up. Never socialized outside of school still, but gave me something to forward to the next school day. Also other things made me realize the bungholes I knew weren't going to change any time soon.
9th and 10th grades were also some good years, the widest my social circle was to ever expand. Hung out with various groups, but almost all were good-hearted folks.
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Post by JC Motors on Jul 14, 2021 6:33:40 GMT -5
Actually, thinking it over, MajorThourougly, my best years in school were those I spent cross dressing and showing up smashed out of my mind. So 12th grade I guess? I got to skip 8th grade because they let me read Malcom X and take a test on it. That's how I cheated my way through middle school. Stopped in 4th grade, transferred in 7th, and then barely attended public school. High school was even worse. All they wanted was for me to graduate and get credits, when I was actually there mainly for the social experience due to being an autodidact most of my life, and never getting to experience school as it should be. HS wasn't as horrible as I think about it more and more, but I never found anyone I fit in with or got along with too well that were in my classes. All of my friends were different ages. I always hated that. My father was a teacher. He did help me with some things. Sounds like a wild time
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Post by Mclovin on Jul 14, 2021 20:47:03 GMT -5
I would be going into 12th grade this coming year, but I got kicked out lmao. Elementary school sucked, middle school was the worst, the only year of high school I made it through (until the last two weeks) sucked as well. I always had a bad reputation, I got blamed for sh*t I never did. You know how many times I got in trouble for crap that happened when I wasn't even at school that day? When anything would happen they'd just blame me. This really started in 1st grade. I moved from one school to another. About a month into the year I was in the bathroom and this kid gave another kid a swirlie right. The kid who did it said I did it, when it was happening I was washing my goddamn hands. My mother beat the sh*t out of me, damn near got thrown in juvie, and my mother beat the sh*t out of me again. 40 days into the year I moved back to my old school. Throughout elementary I got blamed for everything. From K-4th grade I probably did three or four bad things, but got blamed for dozens. In 3rd grade this kid used to bully me around his friends, so I grabbed him by his throat and hung him on the wall. My mother has always been in and out of jail but in 3rd grade my dad got arrested defending her intellectually- disabled ass. So for about a month I was living with my nana in the next town over, she used to be real physically abusive and it peaked during this time when she was my primary caretaker. So when I went to school and another kid from the same group was giving me crap, I told him keep it up and you'll end up with a straw in your neck. For elementary school that was about it. I had great teachers in 4th and 5th grade. But 6th grade was the downfall. Grades crashed, stopped giving a flying f*ck about anyone or anything. By 7th grade I got sick of getting blamed for crap that I didn't do, so I became the bad guy they wanted me to be. Started telling teachers to go f*ck themselves. Got into a bunch of fights. And when you have a rep for fighting more people want to test you, and I welcomed it. I was homeless in 4th and 7th grade. I stopped going to school at the end of 7th grade. Came back in 8th, it was a crapty year but I made it to the last couple weeks of middle school and stopped going. 9th grade was my last "full" year of school. 9th grade was when I was at peak don't give a f*ck mode. Fights galore. Teachers getting told off left and right. Nobody was gonna do sh*t to me cause they couldn't. I got put on half-days by spring break of 9th grade. Got kicked out for the dumbest reason, the last two weeks of 9th grade I was in gym class. We could do whatever we want. So I chose to get away from everyone, I climbed the bleachers to take a nap cause I wanted nothing to do with these stupid f*cks. The gym teacher sent me to the office and was making up sh*t got me kicked out. I was brought back for 10th grade but three weeks in I got kicked out, put in online school in a side building from the school. I was doing good, way ahead in my credits. Then near the end of 10th grade, rona hit and everything shut down. F*ck them I ain't going back. My entire childhood was sh*tty. My family with the exception of my dad are all a bunch of pieces of sh*t, my dad really is great though. The kids I grew up with were bungholes. I had probably 10 good friends in a decade of school. I talk to like three of my friends these days. I hate people, always have always will. F*ck school and f*ck a real job Imma be the greatest f*cking wrestler of all-time. And every motherf*cker who treated me like crap are gonna be channel flipping and they're gonna see me. When I'm the successful one everyone I grew up with can blow me, nobody getting jack sh*t from me. I wasn't bound to last in school, school isn't a good place for someone who is A. Anti-social and B. Already has their mind made up as to what they're gonna do in life. Those f*ckers never deserved me. My whole life I've always wanted to leave this sh*tty Indiana town. I'm too good for this place. Many of my friends have no chance of getting out, but me well that's a different story. Imma be the biggest thing in wrestling or Imma die trying. TL;DR I had a rough childhood and I can't wait to make everyone who ever doubted me eat sh*t. I got a point to prove to everyone, from stupid kids at school to my mother to my dead abusive grandmother. Imma make them regret it when their lives suck and mine doesn't.
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Post by Mclovin on Jul 14, 2021 21:01:23 GMT -5
Another thing, everyone in elementary school is real. They are the kids that the are and they want people to know it. But in middle school kids bury their passions, dreams, goals, aspirations, and hobbies to fit in with the boring crowd. As the other kids got faker, I only got realer. I was a blunt motherf*cker. I've always kept it a buck fitty. When I got sum to say I f*cking say it. When I got a problem with someone we fight. I don't got no time for no bullsh*t. No time for fakeness. No time for **** motherf*ckers that wanna start sh*t but not end it. I was stoic and quiet in some classes, but alot of the time I was the arrogant loudmouth who could back all his sh*t up. I wouldn't take sh*t from nobody. And I'm not tryna sound badass or anything. But my parents were older than the other kids' parents. I grew up differently than the other kids. To quote Kendrick Lamar "I lived my 20's at 2 years old". I was at a level of maturity that nobody else was. Physically I matured slow, but mentally I was the oldest motherf*cker in the room. I have been through too much sh*t to deal with some stupid kid or some bitch ass teacher, nobody gonna tell me sh*t. I think my problem was I was too real for an increasingly fake world. But that's a problem I'll carry with me to the f*cking grave. Oh also being the only kid with a single dad in a generation of kids raised by single mothers was a tough experience, got made fun of for having a dad and not a mom. My mother's history was well known, got made fun of for that too. But when someone started sh*t with me they'd go home with a broken f*cking face. It's gonna get me in trouble for the rest of my life, but I'm the realest motherf*cker in the world and I'll keep it that way til I die. These days I'm like folk lore, the older kids tell the younger kids about me. I hope I inspired other kids to take no sh*t from nobody.
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Post by layzie on Jul 14, 2021 21:58:14 GMT -5
1-3 were chill 4-6 were epic 7-10 was meh 11-12 fuego
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Post by CM Poor on Jul 15, 2021 8:02:17 GMT -5
It's tough to pin it down to just one grade. "Impact" kinda has a lot of ends to it. I guess if I were to pin it down to like...the grade I kinda figured out the way of the world, it would be 9th/freshman year. My city was kinda weird at the time...elementary school was K-6, middle school was 7-9, but once you were in 9th grade, you were earning high school credit and receiving report cards from the high school - you just hadn't switched buildings yet. In the middle of 4th grade, I moved close to 2,000 miles from where I'd started school, and it kinda tanked everything for me. Down south I had established friendships and pretty good grades, but that's kinda hard to recapture when you move to a completely different part of the country. Everything is different, right down to what kids are into, and it's a bitch to try and adjust to. I basically spent the latter half of 4th grade through 9th grade floundering in all aspects of life, when the schools finally landed on a learning disability, and agreed to craft an IEP for me. The plan was simple enough - my mother, my guidance counselor, and each of my core subject teachers would meet after school to establish a regimen and schedule that would distribute a shared accountability for my academics across the lot of us (the bulk of it still resting on my shoulders, which is fair). The day we'd scheduled the meeting came - I stayed after school, mom showed up, we met in the guidance counselor's office...and only one of my teachers showed up. The plan doesn't really work without the input of all the teachers, and so we set a new date, and the same thing happened - I stay back, mom drops in, sit down in the counselor's office....and the same teacher shows up. Well, hey - third time's the charm, right? I'd like to say so, but at 14, I kinda took it to assume that I'd just watched all but one of my teachers say, without a word, that they didn't really give a flip about my academics at that point, and so mom dropped in, headed to guidance, and sat down with my counselor and that same, solitary teacher, along with one other this time who, dead ass, was only there because he was a long term sub for my original teacher who'd wound up having a heart attack in the interim, and my ass was already halfway home on foot. I guess, in spite of all my lack of effort up to that point, I kinda gave up that day. I basically spent the rest of high school scraping by...I fell into a good group of friends and wound up dating a pretty sweet girl, all of whom kinda helped keep me along the track, if not necessarily on it. I graduated on time (barely), pretty close to the bottom of my class (of 800+), with a next-to-nothing GPA to show for it. I spent the next ten years kinda bouncing between different collegiate endeavors and employment pursuits before finally settling on a career I felt like I could do. I think people look at that ten year expanse between graduating high school and getting a degree and kind of assume the worst, but I still chalk it up to time well spent. I met a girl, got married, bought a house, and learned a wealth of skills on the job along the way. Honestly, that ten years probably has more value in my life than the 13 I spent in mandated public school. TL;DR - school is important, but it's not the be all, end all. Good thread, Barnxbee, whichever name you're lurking under now.
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Post by Mclovin on Jul 15, 2021 8:23:34 GMT -5
It's tough to pin it down to just one grade. "Impact" kinda has a lot of ends to it. I guess if I were to pin it down to like...the grade I kinda figured out the way of the world, it would be 9th/freshman year. My city was kinda weird at the time...elementary school was K-6, middle school was 7-9, but once you were in 9th grade, you were earning high school credit and receiving report cards from the high school - you just hadn't switched buildings yet. In the middle of 4th grade, I moved close to 2,000 miles from where I'd started school, and it kinda tanked everything for me. Down south I had established friendships and pretty good grades, but that's kinda hard to recapture when you move to a completely different part of the country. Everything is different, right down to what kids are into, and it's a bitch to try and adjust to. I basically spent the latter half of 4th grade through 9th grade floundering in all aspects of life, when the schools finally landed on a learning disability, and agreed to craft an IEP for me. The plan was simple enough - my mother, my guidance counselor, and each of my core subject teachers would meet after school to establish a regimen and schedule that would distribute a shared accountability for my academics across the lot of us (the bulk of it still resting on my shoulders, which is fair). The day we'd scheduled the meeting came - I stayed after school, mom showed up, we met in the guidance counselor's office...and only one of my teachers showed up. The plan doesn't really work without the input of all the teachers, and so we set a new date, and the same thing happened - I stay back, mom drops in, sit down in the counselor's office....and the same teacher shows up. Well, hey - third time's the charm, right? I'd like to say so, but at 14, I kinda took it to assume that I'd just watched all but one of my teachers say, without a word, that they didn't really give a flip about my academics at that point, and so mom dropped in, headed to guidance, and sat down with my counselor and that same, solitary teacher, along with one other this time who, dead ass, was only there because he was a long term sub for my original teacher who'd wound up having a heart attack in the interim, and my ass was already halfway home on foot. I guess, in spite of all my lack of effort up to that point, I kinda gave up that day. I basically spent the rest of high school scraping by...I fell into a good group of friends and wound up dating a pretty sweet girl, all of whom kinda helped keep me along the track, if not necessarily on it. I graduated on time (barely), pretty close to the bottom of my class (of 800+), with a next-to-nothing GPA to show for it. I spent the next ten years kinda bouncing between different collegiate endeavors and employment pursuits before finally settling on a career I felt like I could do. I think people look at that ten year expanse between graduating high school and getting a degree and kind of assume the worst, but I still chalk it up to time well spent. I met a girl, got married, bought a house, and learned a wealth of skills on the job along the way. Honestly, that ten years probably has more value in my life than the 13 I spent in mandated public school. TL;DR - school is important, but it's not the be all, end all.Good thread, Barnxbee, whichever name you're lurking under now. I think school is for people who don't know what they want to do with their lives. Really all the essential information comes before 6th grade and anything after is mostly useless unless you want to be in a science, math, or history field. For someone who wants to be say I don't know a pro wrestler, school was always meaningless. I think that was my biggest problem in school. I already had my mind made up as to what I wanted to do long before even kindergarten. Really school does a terrible job of setting you up for success in regular life. Simple math is the most important part of school, if you can add, multiply, subtract, and divide you learned all the valuable stuff school has to offer. American public schools suck because they're well you know, run by the government. God I hope wrestling works out so I can afford to put my future kids in private schools. When it comes to the stuff they teach in public schools, I'll quote my dad on this one. "It's all a bunch of bullsh*t".
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Post by CM Poor on Jul 15, 2021 9:10:23 GMT -5
It's tough to pin it down to just one grade. "Impact" kinda has a lot of ends to it. I guess if I were to pin it down to like...the grade I kinda figured out the way of the world, it would be 9th/freshman year. My city was kinda weird at the time...elementary school was K-6, middle school was 7-9, but once you were in 9th grade, you were earning high school credit and receiving report cards from the high school - you just hadn't switched buildings yet. In the middle of 4th grade, I moved close to 2,000 miles from where I'd started school, and it kinda tanked everything for me. Down south I had established friendships and pretty good grades, but that's kinda hard to recapture when you move to a completely different part of the country. Everything is different, right down to what kids are into, and it's a bitch to try and adjust to. I basically spent the latter half of 4th grade through 9th grade floundering in all aspects of life, when the schools finally landed on a learning disability, and agreed to craft an IEP for me. The plan was simple enough - my mother, my guidance counselor, and each of my core subject teachers would meet after school to establish a regimen and schedule that would distribute a shared accountability for my academics across the lot of us (the bulk of it still resting on my shoulders, which is fair). The day we'd scheduled the meeting came - I stayed after school, mom showed up, we met in the guidance counselor's office...and only one of my teachers showed up. The plan doesn't really work without the input of all the teachers, and so we set a new date, and the same thing happened - I stay back, mom drops in, sit down in the counselor's office....and the same teacher shows up. Well, hey - third time's the charm, right? I'd like to say so, but at 14, I kinda took it to assume that I'd just watched all but one of my teachers say, without a word, that they didn't really give a flip about my academics at that point, and so mom dropped in, headed to guidance, and sat down with my counselor and that same, solitary teacher, along with one other this time who, dead ass, was only there because he was a long term sub for my original teacher who'd wound up having a heart attack in the interim, and my ass was already halfway home on foot. I guess, in spite of all my lack of effort up to that point, I kinda gave up that day. I basically spent the rest of high school scraping by...I fell into a good group of friends and wound up dating a pretty sweet girl, all of whom kinda helped keep me along the track, if not necessarily on it. I graduated on time (barely), pretty close to the bottom of my class (of 800+), with a next-to-nothing GPA to show for it. I spent the next ten years kinda bouncing between different collegiate endeavors and employment pursuits before finally settling on a career I felt like I could do. I think people look at that ten year expanse between graduating high school and getting a degree and kind of assume the worst, but I still chalk it up to time well spent. I met a girl, got married, bought a house, and learned a wealth of skills on the job along the way. Honestly, that ten years probably has more value in my life than the 13 I spent in mandated public school. TL;DR - school is important, but it's not the be all, end all.Good thread, Barnxbee, whichever name you're lurking under now. I think school is for people who don't know what they want to do with their lives. Really all the essential information comes before 6th grade and anything after is mostly useless unless you want to be in a science, math, or history field. For someone who wants to be say I don't know a pro wrestler, school was always meaningless. I think that was my biggest problem in school. I already had my mind made up as to what I wanted to do long before even kindergarten. Really school does a terrible job of setting you up for success in regular life. Simple math is the most important part of school, if you can add, multiply, subtract, and divide you learned all the valuable stuff school has to offer. American public schools suck because they're well you know, run by the government. God I hope wrestling works out so I can afford to put my future kids in private schools. When it comes to the stuff they teach in public schools, I'll quote my dad on this one. "It's all a bunch of bullsh*t". I disagree, almost entirely. One of my biggest pet peeves is the people I graduated with talking about all the important "life skills" that weren't offered up during their public education, when nothing could be further from the truth. Granted, this is a locally based gripe, because every municipality crafts their curriculum to their own needs and means, but as previously mentioned, I graduated in a class (single grade) of 800+ students. There's less that my school district didn't offer than they did. Balancing check books? That was taught in 7th grade math. Filing tax returns? Sophomore year Economics (I'd know - I took it twice). The assertion that as long as you can add, multiply, subtract, and divide is preposterous. Mastering a skill doesn't end at basic functionality. It's basically useless, if not desperately limited in scope, if your mastery of it is elementary, or you lack the proper skills to apply it to real world scenarios where the problem and solution may not be perfectly black and white. I took a small engines course in 9th grade. We were each given a lawnmower engine missing a key element of its assembly, without which it would not properly run. I solved the problem (missing piston rings) and passed the course, but that doesn't mean I'm qualified to be a small engine mechanic. Similarly, I attended a one day open fantasy camp at a nearby wrestling school - one that's turned out such successes as Sasha Banks, Tommaso Ciampa, Warbeard Hanson, Donovan Dijak, August Grey, and Carmelo Hayes, with organizational ties to the original Kowalski school. I learned to run the ropes, take bumps, get tossed through and clotheslined over the ropes to the outside, engage a collar and elbow lockup, dive off the top rope, and had to cut a promo...but I'm not fit to be a professional wrestler, even if I could do all of those things again with relative ease, gun to my head. I hope that you have a fallback. It's basically the key piece of advice every professional wrestler I've ever met, spoken with, or read has universally offered.
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Post by D Rock on Jul 15, 2021 10:02:51 GMT -5
I fondly recall hanging out with a wide group of friends and having a blast 6th grade through high school. We spent tons of time in the summer playing basketball, video games, and going to Dairy Queen. I used to love going to the different toy stores hunting for the Jakks BCA's, the ECW and WCW figures.
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Post by Mclovin on Jul 15, 2021 12:22:55 GMT -5
I think school is for people who don't know what they want to do with their lives. Really all the essential information comes before 6th grade and anything after is mostly useless unless you want to be in a science, math, or history field. For someone who wants to be say I don't know a pro wrestler, school was always meaningless. I think that was my biggest problem in school. I already had my mind made up as to what I wanted to do long before even kindergarten. Really school does a terrible job of setting you up for success in regular life. Simple math is the most important part of school, if you can add, multiply, subtract, and divide you learned all the valuable stuff school has to offer. American public schools suck because they're well you know, run by the government. God I hope wrestling works out so I can afford to put my future kids in private schools. When it comes to the stuff they teach in public schools, I'll quote my dad on this one. "It's all a bunch of bullsh*t". I disagree, almost entirely. One of my biggest pet peeves is the people I graduated with talking about all the important "life skills" that weren't offered up during their public education, when nothing could be further from the truth. Granted, this is a locally based gripe, because every municipality crafts their curriculum to their own needs and means, but as previously mentioned, I graduated in a class (single grade) of 800+ students. There's less that my school district didn't offer than they did. Balancing check books? That was taught in 7th grade math. Filing tax returns? Sophomore year Economics (I'd know - I took it twice). The assertion that as long as you can add, multiply, subtract, and divide is preposterous. Mastering a skill doesn't end at basic functionality. It's basically useless, if not desperately limited in scope, if your mastery of it is elementary, or you lack the proper skills to apply it to real world scenarios where the problem and solution may not be perfectly black and white. I took a small engines course in 9th grade. We were each given a lawnmower engine missing a key element of its assembly, without which it would not properly run. I solved the problem (missing piston rings) and passed the course, but that doesn't mean I'm qualified to be a small engine mechanic. Similarly, I attended a one day open fantasy camp at a nearby wrestling school - one that's turned out such successes as Sasha Banks, Tommaso Ciampa, Warbeard Hanson, Donovan Dijak, August Grey, and Carmelo Hayes, with organizational ties to the original Kowalski school. I learned to run the ropes, take bumps, get tossed through and clotheslined over the ropes to the outside, engage a collar and elbow lockup, dive off the top rope, and had to cut a promo...but I'm not fit to be a professional wrestler, even if I could do all of those things again with relative ease, gun to my head. I hope that you have a fallback. It's basically the key piece of advice every professional wrestler I've ever met, spoken with, or read has universally offered. Check books? They taught y'all about check books? They taught you about taxes? neither of those topics were ever mentioned in any class I ever went to. Learned a bit about the stock market in 8th grade, but that was just due to my own interest and research. I guarantee it's a local issue, and I just guarantee Indiana is the sh*ttiest part of the country. I think with the classes they do have (math, science, history, English etc) mastering those skills aren't really a necessity unless you want to pursue a career in one of those fields. For most people basic functionality is all you really need to get by with these subjects. Indiana schools barely taught us the basics. Except for math, they'd pound algebra into our heads but you forget all of that a week after you learn it because unless your a mathematician you're never going to use it again. In science does the average non-scientist person need to know about whatever the hell the powerhouse of the cell was called? No not at all. For history, so much of the information my dad was taught was proven to be wrong and rewritten or it was just rewritten. We didn't have any sort of classes to hone any actual skills beyond the basics I listed. From my school experience, government run schools are just a conveyer belt of averageness at best. Hell most of the time we were just re-learning stuff from the year before and the year before that. It's like they were just setting us up for failure. Every good skill I ever learned in life was from my dad, not from school. As for a fallback, my fallback is homelessness. Either I make it or I don't, I'm not giving myself a way out. Because I could never tolerate doing anything else. So if wrestling doesn't work out, I'm f*cked. I'd have it no other way as weird as it sounds. I had about a month of training, getting in a ring for the first time at 15 was the first time in my life I ever felt at home. I think this success or failure mindset is a twisted form of motivation. TL;DR school never taught me jack sh*t, and I don't have a fallback. I've only ever wanted one thing in life, and I won't settle for any less.
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Post by TheSystem 1.5 on Jul 15, 2021 12:45:54 GMT -5
I disagree, almost entirely. One of my biggest pet peeves is the people I graduated with talking about all the important "life skills" that weren't offered up during their public education, when nothing could be further from the truth. Granted, this is a locally based gripe, because every municipality crafts their curriculum to their own needs and means, but as previously mentioned, I graduated in a class (single grade) of 800+ students. There's less that my school district didn't offer than they did. Balancing check books? That was taught in 7th grade math. Filing tax returns? Sophomore year Economics (I'd know - I took it twice). The assertion that as long as you can add, multiply, subtract, and divide is preposterous. Mastering a skill doesn't end at basic functionality. It's basically useless, if not desperately limited in scope, if your mastery of it is elementary, or you lack the proper skills to apply it to real world scenarios where the problem and solution may not be perfectly black and white. I took a small engines course in 9th grade. We were each given a lawnmower engine missing a key element of its assembly, without which it would not properly run. I solved the problem (missing piston rings) and passed the course, but that doesn't mean I'm qualified to be a small engine mechanic. Similarly, I attended a one day open fantasy camp at a nearby wrestling school - one that's turned out such successes as Sasha Banks, Tommaso Ciampa, Warbeard Hanson, Donovan Dijak, August Grey, and Carmelo Hayes, with organizational ties to the original Kowalski school. I learned to run the ropes, take bumps, get tossed through and clotheslined over the ropes to the outside, engage a collar and elbow lockup, dive off the top rope, and had to cut a promo...but I'm not fit to be a professional wrestler, even if I could do all of those things again with relative ease, gun to my head. I hope that you have a fallback. It's basically the key piece of advice every professional wrestler I've ever met, spoken with, or read has universally offered. Check books? They taught y'all about check books? They taught you about taxes? neither of those topics were ever mentioned in any class I ever went to. Learned a bit about the stock market in 8th grade, but that was just due to my own interest and research. I guarantee it's a local issue, and I just guarantee Indiana is the sh*ttiest part of the country. I think with the classes they do have (math, science, history, English etc) mastering those skills aren't really a necessity unless you want to pursue a career in one of those fields. For most people basic functionality is all you really need to get by with these subjects. Indiana schools barely taught us the basics. Except for math, they'd pound algebra into our heads but you forget all of that a week after you learn it because unless your a mathematician you're never going to use it again. In science does the average non-scientist person need to know about whatever the hell the powerhouse of the cell was called? No not at all. For history, so much of the information my dad was taught was proven to be wrong and rewritten or it was just rewritten. We didn't have any sort of classes to hone any actual skills beyond the basics I listed. From my school experience, government run schools are just a conveyer belt of averageness at best. Hell most of the time we were just re-learning stuff from the year before and the year before that. It's like they were just setting us up for failure. Every good skill I ever learned in life was from my dad, not from school. As for a fallback, my fallback is homelessness. Either I make it or I don't, I'm not giving myself a way out. Because I could never tolerate doing anything else. So if wrestling doesn't work out, I'm f*cked. I'd have it no other way as weird as it sounds. I had about a month of training, getting in a ring for the first time at 15 was the first time in my life I ever felt at home. I think this success or failure mindset is a twisted form of motivation. TL;DR school never taught me jack sh*t, and I don't have a fallback. I've only ever wanted one thing in life, and I won't settle for any less. I’m sorry for being an bunghole, but preferring to be homeless over having a fallback in a business where so few make it and even more end up retired because of injury is just stupid dude
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Post by Mclovin on Jul 15, 2021 12:55:52 GMT -5
Check books? They taught y'all about check books? They taught you about taxes? neither of those topics were ever mentioned in any class I ever went to. Learned a bit about the stock market in 8th grade, but that was just due to my own interest and research. I guarantee it's a local issue, and I just guarantee Indiana is the sh*ttiest part of the country. I think with the classes they do have (math, science, history, English etc) mastering those skills aren't really a necessity unless you want to pursue a career in one of those fields. For most people basic functionality is all you really need to get by with these subjects. Indiana schools barely taught us the basics. Except for math, they'd pound algebra into our heads but you forget all of that a week after you learn it because unless your a mathematician you're never going to use it again. In science does the average non-scientist person need to know about whatever the hell the powerhouse of the cell was called? No not at all. For history, so much of the information my dad was taught was proven to be wrong and rewritten or it was just rewritten. We didn't have any sort of classes to hone any actual skills beyond the basics I listed. From my school experience, government run schools are just a conveyer belt of averageness at best. Hell most of the time we were just re-learning stuff from the year before and the year before that. It's like they were just setting us up for failure. Every good skill I ever learned in life was from my dad, not from school. As for a fallback, my fallback is homelessness. Either I make it or I don't, I'm not giving myself a way out. Because I could never tolerate doing anything else. So if wrestling doesn't work out, I'm f*cked. I'd have it no other way as weird as it sounds. I had about a month of training, getting in a ring for the first time at 15 was the first time in my life I ever felt at home. I think this success or failure mindset is a twisted form of motivation. TL;DR school never taught me jack sh*t, and I don't have a fallback. I've only ever wanted one thing in life, and I won't settle for any less. So what happens if you hurt your leg or your neck or whatever and are forced out of wrestling? What if you never make it? I don’t mean to crap on your dreams and hell I encourage you but going in without a plan b is how you end up like Randy the Ram from The Wrestler. Thanks for the kind words. But to put it into perspective I was the 8 year old kid who ed up his knee and hopped on one leg all of 3rd grade. I was the 12 year old kid who separated his shoulder and popped it back in. I'm 17 years old and I'm already in pain, but that's life. Nothing short of death will stop me. But lets say that it does, well my entire life has sucked so if the rest of it does that's no biggie to me. Hell once I achieve my goals I don't care what happens after that either. I was born for one reason, to be the best wrestler I can possibly be. The leader of my generation. The last of a dead breed. Either I'm gonna live out my life's mission or I'm going to die trying. I've had my mind made up on this for 15 years now, sure as sh*t ain't changing my mind now. I don't see a possibility of not making it (with the exception of getting paralyzed or dying). It may sound like a teenager being young and dumb and just saying stupid sh*t. But wrestling is all I've ever had, and without it I want nothing. Living in poverty for the rest of my life doesn't bother me, is what it is. All I've ever wanted is to be "the guy" in wrestling, the WWE Champion. I'm gonna see this through. Because if it isn't gonna be me then it sure as hell won't be anybody else. It might not make sense, and it might just be setting myself up for failure and disappointment. But I'm willing to find out. Because without wrestling, I'm never gonna have a chance at success anywhere else in life. I knew that from a very young age. I won't make it as anything else. So why not dive head first into the one thing you're good at? I think if there's anybody out there that can do it, it's gonna be me. That's a bet I'm willing to take you know dawg. If wrestling doesn't work out for me, I'm content living in a van parked next to the Ohio f*cking River.
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Post by Mclovin on Jul 15, 2021 13:03:40 GMT -5
Check books? They taught y'all about check books? They taught you about taxes? neither of those topics were ever mentioned in any class I ever went to. Learned a bit about the stock market in 8th grade, but that was just due to my own interest and research. I guarantee it's a local issue, and I just guarantee Indiana is the sh*ttiest part of the country. I think with the classes they do have (math, science, history, English etc) mastering those skills aren't really a necessity unless you want to pursue a career in one of those fields. For most people basic functionality is all you really need to get by with these subjects. Indiana schools barely taught us the basics. Except for math, they'd pound algebra into our heads but you forget all of that a week after you learn it because unless your a mathematician you're never going to use it again. In science does the average non-scientist person need to know about whatever the hell the powerhouse of the cell was called? No not at all. For history, so much of the information my dad was taught was proven to be wrong and rewritten or it was just rewritten. We didn't have any sort of classes to hone any actual skills beyond the basics I listed. From my school experience, government run schools are just a conveyer belt of averageness at best. Hell most of the time we were just re-learning stuff from the year before and the year before that. It's like they were just setting us up for failure. Every good skill I ever learned in life was from my dad, not from school. As for a fallback, my fallback is homelessness. Either I make it or I don't, I'm not giving myself a way out. Because I could never tolerate doing anything else. So if wrestling doesn't work out, I'm f*cked. I'd have it no other way as weird as it sounds. I had about a month of training, getting in a ring for the first time at 15 was the first time in my life I ever felt at home. I think this success or failure mindset is a twisted form of motivation. TL;DR school never taught me jack sh*t, and I don't have a fallback. I've only ever wanted one thing in life, and I won't settle for any less. I’m sorry for being an bunghole, but preferring to be homeless over having a fallback in a business where so few make it and even more end up retired because of injury is just stupid dude F*ck it, you only live once. You get one shot. I've been homeless before, and I don't care if it happens again. Sure it's stupid, I get that. But outside of wrestling I don't care what happens to me, because eventually we all end up in the same place. Eventually we're all gonna be six feet under, so why not take the chance while you're still breathing. Nobody has ever quite understood my thought process, hell I don't. But I see a chance for success, and I'm betting on it. I'm putting all my metaphorical chips in this one, and nobody is gonna convince me otherwise. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take or sum sh*t like that. I might be an idiot, and there's a good chance Imma regret this. But I'm willing to find out.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2021 13:58:49 GMT -5
It's tough to pin it down to just one grade. "Impact" kinda has a lot of ends to it. I guess if I were to pin it down to like...the grade I kinda figured out the way of the world, it would be 9th/freshman year. My city was kinda weird at the time...elementary school was K-6, middle school was 7-9, but once you were in 9th grade, you were earning high school credit and receiving report cards from the high school - you just hadn't switched buildings yet. In the middle of 4th grade, I moved close to 2,000 miles from where I'd started school, and it kinda tanked everything for me. Down south I had established friendships and pretty good grades, but that's kinda hard to recapture when you move to a completely different part of the country. Everything is different, right down to what kids are into, and it's a bitch to try and adjust to. I basically spent the latter half of 4th grade through 9th grade floundering in all aspects of life, when the schools finally landed on a learning disability, and agreed to craft an IEP for me. The plan was simple enough - my mother, my guidance counselor, and each of my core subject teachers would meet after school to establish a regimen and schedule that would distribute a shared accountability for my academics across the lot of us (the bulk of it still resting on my shoulders, which is fair). The day we'd scheduled the meeting came - I stayed after school, mom showed up, we met in the guidance counselor's office...and only one of my teachers showed up. The plan doesn't really work without the input of all the teachers, and so we set a new date, and the same thing happened - I stay back, mom drops in, sit down in the counselor's office....and the same teacher shows up. Well, hey - third time's the charm, right? I'd like to say so, but at 14, I kinda took it to assume that I'd just watched all but one of my teachers say, without a word, that they didn't really give a flip about my academics at that point, and so mom dropped in, headed to guidance, and sat down with my counselor and that same, solitary teacher, along with one other this time who, dead ass, was only there because he was a long term sub for my original teacher who'd wound up having a heart attack in the interim, and my ass was already halfway home on foot. I guess, in spite of all my lack of effort up to that point, I kinda gave up that day. I basically spent the rest of high school scraping by...I fell into a good group of friends and wound up dating a pretty sweet girl, all of whom kinda helped keep me along the track, if not necessarily on it. I graduated on time (barely), pretty close to the bottom of my class (of 800+), with a next-to-nothing GPA to show for it. I spent the next ten years kinda bouncing between different collegiate endeavors and employment pursuits before finally settling on a career I felt like I could do. I think people look at that ten year expanse between graduating high school and getting a degree and kind of assume the worst, but I still chalk it up to time well spent. I met a girl, got married, bought a house, and learned a wealth of skills on the job along the way. Honestly, that ten years probably has more value in my life than the 13 I spent in mandated public school. TL;DR - school is important, but it's not the be all, end all. Good thread, Barnxbee, whichever name you're lurking under now. Thanks. I’ve come to the realization that the posts of every account I make will ultimately reveal the bARNXBEE! behind the machine, and the occurrences years ago under all the millions of names I had will live on (I could be the Grand Rabbi of Crossdressing at least, so that’s a plus). I can either get my panties in a bunch (see what I did there?) and delete and leave 55 times, or grow some thick skin and Majorly live on the Thoroughfare of (WF) life. But anyway, I did the 10-year college thing too. Anyone who criticizes that is miserable. People work, switch majors, do whatever. I couldn’t imagine finishing school in the four years that are considered “normal.” I had a life to live, and women’s jeans to buy.
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Post by Mongo Bears on Jul 16, 2021 0:08:52 GMT -5
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