LordIllidan
10-17-2005, 04:07 AM
Just wondering how crazy I am compared to others... I just finished writing an essay about some memorable crazy moments at school, see if you can top these: (paraphrased to protect identity)
[my school]: Memorable, Eccentric, and Just Downright Freaky Moments
And to end my book of vignettes, short stories, and other whatnots, I have decided to do something a little special: this is my last year here at [my school], and I am sending it off with a tribute to all the good memories this unusual place has given me.
My first memory: 6th grade, [pun about school's name] and the beginning of the Lag Master. Long ago, back before the laptops were set up, me and my friends always used to laugh at how the school was [supposedly high tech], and yet so far the only “high tech” thing there was the motion sensor drinking fountains. This was more than ironic in an unusually idiotic way. One fateful day, my dad gave me a 1998 IMB ThinkPad. I brought it to school, and this showed up those stuck up drinking fountains quite a bit. Nowadays we often compare it to a brick, and lovingly call it “The Lag Master”
Memory 2: Bamboo sticks and Fire Emblem wannabes. Back when I was in [my 6th grade humanities teacher's] class, we often used bamboo sticks in numerous arts and crafts projects. Me, however, used them as makeshift swords, and often practiced my imitation of Lady Lyndis Caelin of Fire Emblem. Yes, I was crazy back then. One fateful day, it caught on with the rest of the class, and we had a huge all out war. It was utter havoc, bamboo sticks flying left and right, absolutely no way to figure out what was going on. It was heaven, only during school. [teacher], thank you for unwillingly starting such a fun and uncontrolled event.
Memory the Third: Shoes as throwing knives? Why not? I am unsure when I was crazier, 6th grade or 7th. One thing that I remember from the latter was using shoes as a projectile against oncoming foes. And [one of my friends, Butter]. Don’t ask. Long Story.
Fourth memory: Fantasy Baseball. It will eat you. The Fantasy Baseball project is exactly what the stereotype of a school project defines: boring, tedious, long, and you learn nothing. It was a semester-long review of third-grade math. Except with Barry Bonds.
Memory #5: The last day of School. See vignette: “The last day of school: Eccentric concoctions, yearbook signing, and Matrix wannabes” (oh yeah you can't lol. trust me, you DONT want to know)
And Memory the Last: The Failed Project: Eternity’s End. Over the summer vacation, me and my friends decided to continue on an idea I had from the beginning of the year: Create an RPG based on the fictitious adventures of our online selves and clans: Clan Darkterror; lead by the Tauren/Elf/Human (we’re not quite sure which) Lord Illidan Flameseeker (me) and Stephen the booze addicted assassin; and Team Mental Chaos, consisting of [kikyo] and [Butter]. Unsure of online names and species. Well, after a week or so, Mental Chaos bailed, and it was just good ol’ Darkterror doing what they do best: nothing. The project was entirely abandoned after a month of “What the (censored) are we doing” moments. Oh well, that’s life. I am currently working on it anew, just me and [Another good friend, AznMagePower].
And thusly ends my book of vignettes. Sir [Illidan Flameseeker], Signing off.
[my school]: Memorable, Eccentric, and Just Downright Freaky Moments
And to end my book of vignettes, short stories, and other whatnots, I have decided to do something a little special: this is my last year here at [my school], and I am sending it off with a tribute to all the good memories this unusual place has given me.
My first memory: 6th grade, [pun about school's name] and the beginning of the Lag Master. Long ago, back before the laptops were set up, me and my friends always used to laugh at how the school was [supposedly high tech], and yet so far the only “high tech” thing there was the motion sensor drinking fountains. This was more than ironic in an unusually idiotic way. One fateful day, my dad gave me a 1998 IMB ThinkPad. I brought it to school, and this showed up those stuck up drinking fountains quite a bit. Nowadays we often compare it to a brick, and lovingly call it “The Lag Master”
Memory 2: Bamboo sticks and Fire Emblem wannabes. Back when I was in [my 6th grade humanities teacher's] class, we often used bamboo sticks in numerous arts and crafts projects. Me, however, used them as makeshift swords, and often practiced my imitation of Lady Lyndis Caelin of Fire Emblem. Yes, I was crazy back then. One fateful day, it caught on with the rest of the class, and we had a huge all out war. It was utter havoc, bamboo sticks flying left and right, absolutely no way to figure out what was going on. It was heaven, only during school. [teacher], thank you for unwillingly starting such a fun and uncontrolled event.
Memory the Third: Shoes as throwing knives? Why not? I am unsure when I was crazier, 6th grade or 7th. One thing that I remember from the latter was using shoes as a projectile against oncoming foes. And [one of my friends, Butter]. Don’t ask. Long Story.
Fourth memory: Fantasy Baseball. It will eat you. The Fantasy Baseball project is exactly what the stereotype of a school project defines: boring, tedious, long, and you learn nothing. It was a semester-long review of third-grade math. Except with Barry Bonds.
Memory #5: The last day of School. See vignette: “The last day of school: Eccentric concoctions, yearbook signing, and Matrix wannabes” (oh yeah you can't lol. trust me, you DONT want to know)
And Memory the Last: The Failed Project: Eternity’s End. Over the summer vacation, me and my friends decided to continue on an idea I had from the beginning of the year: Create an RPG based on the fictitious adventures of our online selves and clans: Clan Darkterror; lead by the Tauren/Elf/Human (we’re not quite sure which) Lord Illidan Flameseeker (me) and Stephen the booze addicted assassin; and Team Mental Chaos, consisting of [kikyo] and [Butter]. Unsure of online names and species. Well, after a week or so, Mental Chaos bailed, and it was just good ol’ Darkterror doing what they do best: nothing. The project was entirely abandoned after a month of “What the (censored) are we doing” moments. Oh well, that’s life. I am currently working on it anew, just me and [Another good friend, AznMagePower].
And thusly ends my book of vignettes. Sir [Illidan Flameseeker], Signing off.