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Jupackazoin
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I like stories
Tell me please The youngest age for working in Australia I think is 14, but you can only work like 5 hours a week or something
And yeah, the pay difference is huge between 16 and 18.Undead_Lives
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I don't have to worry about getting too fat, I have to worry about getting FATTER. So fast food is good for me
Just yesterday I ate at McDonalds. (invitation)
Tasted pretty good too, and the girl behind the counter was quite cute... but then again, she invited us.
And yes, I have to get fatter too. I'm still a dire underweight, though I've come to live with it. I got some recommendations from two 'friends' *cough* that I had to eat/drink some specific stuff... I don't even like eggs...
You want me to tell that story, Jupackazoin? Well, that's a question I don't hear everyday on this forum. Usually people are asking me to shut up already. I guess I can't blame them either... I tend to talk longer than I should. After all, back in high school, someone quoted me once when I was keeping a presentation. "But uh... we were talking about the second world war and not about bird houses. Mind if I get back to the original subject?"
I have to go to school now though. I'll post it after I'll get home.
(invitation)Tasted pretty good too, and the girl behind the counter was quite cute... but then again, she invited us.
And yes, I have to get fatter too. I'm still a dire underweight, though I've come to live with it. I got some recommendations from two 'friends' *cough* that I had to eat/drink some specific stuff... I don't even like eggs...
You want me to tell that story, Jupackazoin? Well, that's a question I don't hear everyday on this forum. Usually people are asking me to shut up already. I guess I can't blame them either... I tend to talk longer than I should. After all, back in high school, someone quoted me once when I was keeping a presentation. "But uh... we were talking about the second world war and not about bird houses. Mind if I get back to the original subject?"
I have to go to school now though. I'll post it after I'll get home.
King Jester
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And So.. What Happened?
Oh yes, sorry. I forgot about this thread when I got home from school. Besides, I had a really bad day, so, I wasn't really interested in doing some... regular stuff.
This all happened on the 23th of May. This was the day I really feared... badly. This was simply because I had to make my remake exam on that day. If I would mess that one up, I would've failed my year, lose (at that moment) all my financial income and had to redo the entire year, if not two years. So it is not necessary to say that I got with shaking legs in the classroom (or presentation room, actually) and sat down with a massive amount of stress. I made a cheating-note, which I hid somewhere I can't recall, but because I was sitting right in front of the surviant, I couldn't use it. I also wrote some stuff on my wrist, but because of the heath, (it was summer, and HOT!) my wrist started to sweat and all notes I wrote down were almost unreadable. They were mostly one giant blur. Not to mention that the exam was hard! It was extremely hard.
Needless to say, I took the full time to finish the exam (120 minutes) and got out with sweat on my forehead and desperately seeking a chair to sit down. I talked with a friend who had to redo the same exam and we came to the conclusion that we both messed it up... badly. I guessed most of the answers and so did he. We both stayed at school for a little while longer, knowing that we had no further obligations at that moment. My intention was to pick a (girl)friend up later from work, so I had some time to kill. He was just waiting for the football (soccer) to start on TV, because this was during the time of the World Cup. But that wasn't 'till tonight, so he had more than enough time. We got seperated at a specific moment and I was searching for more people to talk and trying to get myself a bit to my regular sense because I was still stressed out. On my way searching for people, I bumped into my teacher who gave class in that exam-class. He never really liked me, and I surely didn't like him (great guy if he doesn't give you class though, definitely one of my favorite teachers when he doesn't give class, but possibly your worst nightmare if he does give you class). He was injured on his leg because of an accident and I asked him how his leg was. We got in a small conversation about it and he asked how I made my remake exam; I decided not to answer that question. The conversation was quite short, and he left not soon afterwards. With a 10 being the maximum score, I was in dire need of a 7, as I recall. That was practically impossible for me when I knew how I made that exam.
Anyway, I had a few talks with a few people of no importance and decided to pick that friend up. I took the bus and met some kind of injured guy who couldn't move a specific body part. We got in a short conversation and he got me completely calm. Probably because he made me realize again that there were worst things than redoing (a few) year(s) at school. When I reached her work-place, I waited at the bus-stop for her, only to see her arrive a little while later than usual.
She and I got in a normal conversation about some random stuff. It was quite normal. When I look back at my high school years, where I couldn't even speak normally to just about any girls, I really changed a lot. And she was really supportive in that. She made it clear to me at that moment that she was hungry and felt like eating a hamburger. As a joke, we both mentioned that we should go to McDonalds, which was quickly forgotten as we got in the bus. With yet another random conversation finishing, we got at the central station, waiting for the next bus to take us home. Now let's make this clear, my bus arrives every five minutes, her bus takes about 20 - 30 minutes, as the gentleman as I am, I always wait with her. Eventually she mentioned again that she was hungry and I immediately jumped on that by asking if she wants to go to McDonalds, my treat. After a little while of hesitation, she accepted and went with me to the nearest mall with a McDonalds.
At that moment I was quite happy. I really liked her and spending more time with her was only great for me. We got in even more random conversations as we walked to that McDonalds and we finally arrived there. Everything went quite smoothly, and I almost forgot about my messed up exam, despite that she did ask about it. As we ordered our food, (she ended up paying for both of us at the end) she got in a small conversation with the guy behind the counter... apparently it was someone she knew. I didn't give it any further interest - except that I asked who he was - and we sat down at a table somewhere inside the building. We started to eat and talking about yet more random stuff. When we were in the bus to that McDonalds, I asked her if there was a way to shorten her name. She had a long name and many different tones in that name, which means that the name is hard to short. As most know, my name is Erwin. But when people meet me for a first time, they usually think it's 'Edwin,' which is quickly shortened by Ed. Therefore, most (old) friends call me Ed. Her name was nearly impossible to shorten, but 'Alien' didn't rhyme on it, which was how some people at her work called her. Another one was the Dutch form of an 'Ale' (that snake-fish-kinda creature). She told me that her niece always called her that. I thought that it sounded weird and gave it no further interest. While we were eating at McDonalds some girl - which I cannot recall the looks of - walked up to us and slammed the girl in front of me on the back, calling her "Ale." I was later explained that it was her niece. Again, I gave it no further interest.
When we were still eating she sometimes stood up and sat down again. This bothered me a bit, so I decided to ask what was wrong. Her answer was exactly: "There are sitting two people over there. They keep looking this way... I think they know me."
I decided to stand up myself this time to look who were looking at us. The moment I saw those people, I turned back to her and quickly sat down, answering her question. "They don't know you. They know me. They're my parents."
They obviousely thought: "Hey, that IS our son, let's go sit with him." Which they actually did! Thanks for ruining my evening. They gave us some embarrassing questions, but nothing too annoying. After a little while, they left. And they left me wondering what the HECK they were doing here anyway. When we nearly finished eating and thought it couldn't get worse, it did. The only guy I knew who liked her too walked past us... and later noticed us. His immediate reaction was to go sit with us. I'm not sure if he did it to annoy me, to be with her or because he just felt like it. Whichever it was, he couldn't get me more annoyed, yet I stayed calm. He even announced that he was her ex already a little while later to me - and I learned that she smoked, which I didn't know, and for good reason too (she rarely smoked, and stopped now). Because my evening couldn't possibly get any worse, I just went with the flow and let him come with us when we were going to the bus stop to go home... this time officially. It is true that he and she live in the same cit... uh... village (it isn't that big), but that didn't even bother me anymore at that moment.
He became even more annoying by mentioning some other stuff about her, which bothered even her more than it did me. But then again, it couldn't get much worse for me anyway. In the end, my bus came first, so I left early. When I think back on it, perhaps I shouldn't have left first. When I was in the bus home, I thought my day couldn't possibly get any worse. Then it hit me: I made the remake exam today. It can get worse! Because I was convinced I wouldn't make it, I became furious and didn't dare to go home, because I probably would have smashed everything that was in handreach. I blew off some steam close at home in a nearby park, but that didn't take too long. I went home shortly afterwards... quite calm.
My parents never spoke a word about that evening at McDonalds when I got home - and never have. While I was waiting for the football to start, I was online on MSN at that moment. I got a phone call from my sister and talked to her for a little while, blowing off some more steam. The friend who also had to redo that exam suddenly talked to me, asking me if I got the grade I was in need of on MSN. Apparently the grades were online, and with shaking hands, I logged in on my school site to check my grades. I got exactly a 7 (nothing more, nothing less) and got an exact 5.6/10 on average (5.5 is the minimum to pass). I immediately started celebrating my graduation and send three sms' to my brother, sister and the girl I was eating with at McDonalds. My nickname on MSN immediately changed too and someone asked me if Holland became champion of the World Cup already because of my amazing joy.
If I didn't graduate, you could say it was officially one of the worst days, if not the worst day of my life. Later on I talked with everyone related to what happened that day.
- The friend at school, apparently he failed, only missing a 0.1% of his grade (which made him, and me furious).
- The injured teacher. Well, I am personally convinced that he 'helped' me get that grade. He probably felt sorry for me when I asked him how he was.
- The injured guy in the bus. I later met him again, where I got in an intensive conversation with him. He apparently was born that way while missing a part of his leg, which caused a (very large) wound that would never heal. Friendly guy and I surely hope to meet him again.
- I never met the guy behind the counter at McDonalds or her niece again.
- The other guy that likes her, well, I still have regular contact with him because we've been classmates of each other. It's not that we like each other, but it's just because we know each other. He also failed and had to redo the year. By pure coincidence, I got in touch with him again since yesterday. Annoying lil' fellow. Everything, and I mean everything he said, or announced (like being her ex) was a lie. About a week later, she mentioned to me: ""He was annoying, wasn't he?"
- My parents never spoke a word about that day.
There. I still kept it quite short. Satisfied?
This all happened on the 23th of May. This was the day I really feared... badly. This was simply because I had to make my remake exam on that day. If I would mess that one up, I would've failed my year, lose (at that moment) all my financial income and had to redo the entire year, if not two years. So it is not necessary to say that I got with shaking legs in the classroom (or presentation room, actually) and sat down with a massive amount of stress. I made a cheating-note, which I hid somewhere I can't recall, but because I was sitting right in front of the surviant, I couldn't use it. I also wrote some stuff on my wrist, but because of the heath, (it was summer, and HOT!) my wrist started to sweat and all notes I wrote down were almost unreadable. They were mostly one giant blur. Not to mention that the exam was hard! It was extremely hard.
Needless to say, I took the full time to finish the exam (120 minutes) and got out with sweat on my forehead and desperately seeking a chair to sit down. I talked with a friend who had to redo the same exam and we came to the conclusion that we both messed it up... badly. I guessed most of the answers and so did he. We both stayed at school for a little while longer, knowing that we had no further obligations at that moment. My intention was to pick a (girl)friend up later from work, so I had some time to kill. He was just waiting for the football (soccer) to start on TV, because this was during the time of the World Cup. But that wasn't 'till tonight, so he had more than enough time. We got seperated at a specific moment and I was searching for more people to talk and trying to get myself a bit to my regular sense because I was still stressed out. On my way searching for people, I bumped into my teacher who gave class in that exam-class. He never really liked me, and I surely didn't like him (great guy if he doesn't give you class though, definitely one of my favorite teachers when he doesn't give class, but possibly your worst nightmare if he does give you class). He was injured on his leg because of an accident and I asked him how his leg was. We got in a small conversation about it and he asked how I made my remake exam; I decided not to answer that question. The conversation was quite short, and he left not soon afterwards. With a 10 being the maximum score, I was in dire need of a 7, as I recall. That was practically impossible for me when I knew how I made that exam.
Anyway, I had a few talks with a few people of no importance and decided to pick that friend up. I took the bus and met some kind of injured guy who couldn't move a specific body part. We got in a short conversation and he got me completely calm. Probably because he made me realize again that there were worst things than redoing (a few) year(s) at school. When I reached her work-place, I waited at the bus-stop for her, only to see her arrive a little while later than usual.
She and I got in a normal conversation about some random stuff. It was quite normal. When I look back at my high school years, where I couldn't even speak normally to just about any girls, I really changed a lot. And she was really supportive in that. She made it clear to me at that moment that she was hungry and felt like eating a hamburger. As a joke, we both mentioned that we should go to McDonalds, which was quickly forgotten as we got in the bus. With yet another random conversation finishing, we got at the central station, waiting for the next bus to take us home. Now let's make this clear, my bus arrives every five minutes, her bus takes about 20 - 30 minutes, as the gentleman as I am, I always wait with her. Eventually she mentioned again that she was hungry and I immediately jumped on that by asking if she wants to go to McDonalds, my treat. After a little while of hesitation, she accepted and went with me to the nearest mall with a McDonalds.
At that moment I was quite happy. I really liked her and spending more time with her was only great for me. We got in even more random conversations as we walked to that McDonalds and we finally arrived there. Everything went quite smoothly, and I almost forgot about my messed up exam, despite that she did ask about it. As we ordered our food, (she ended up paying for both of us at the end
) she got in a small conversation with the guy behind the counter... apparently it was someone she knew. I didn't give it any further interest - except that I asked who he was - and we sat down at a table somewhere inside the building. We started to eat and talking about yet more random stuff. When we were in the bus to that McDonalds, I asked her if there was a way to shorten her name. She had a long name and many different tones in that name, which means that the name is hard to short. As most know, my name is Erwin. But when people meet me for a first time, they usually think it's 'Edwin,' which is quickly shortened by Ed. Therefore, most (old) friends call me Ed. Her name was nearly impossible to shorten, but 'Alien' didn't rhyme on it, which was how some people at her work called her. Another one was the Dutch form of an 'Ale' (that snake-fish-kinda creature). She told me that her niece always called her that. I thought that it sounded weird and gave it no further interest. While we were eating at McDonalds some girl - which I cannot recall the looks of - walked up to us and slammed the girl in front of me on the back, calling her "Ale." I was later explained that it was her niece. Again, I gave it no further interest.When we were still eating she sometimes stood up and sat down again. This bothered me a bit, so I decided to ask what was wrong. Her answer was exactly: "There are sitting two people over there. They keep looking this way... I think they know me."
I decided to stand up myself this time to look who were looking at us. The moment I saw those people, I turned back to her and quickly sat down, answering her question. "They don't know you. They know me. They're my parents."
They obviousely thought: "Hey, that IS our son, let's go sit with him." Which they actually did! Thanks for ruining my evening. They gave us some embarrassing questions, but nothing too annoying. After a little while, they left. And they left me wondering what the HECK they were doing here anyway. When we nearly finished eating and thought it couldn't get worse, it did. The only guy I knew who liked her too walked past us... and later noticed us. His immediate reaction was to go sit with us. I'm not sure if he did it to annoy me, to be with her or because he just felt like it. Whichever it was, he couldn't get me more annoyed, yet I stayed calm. He even announced that he was her ex already a little while later to me - and I learned that she smoked, which I didn't know, and for good reason too (she rarely smoked, and stopped now). Because my evening couldn't possibly get any worse, I just went with the flow and let him come with us when we were going to the bus stop to go home... this time officially. It is true that he and she live in the same cit... uh... village (it isn't that big), but that didn't even bother me anymore at that moment.
He became even more annoying by mentioning some other stuff about her, which bothered even her more than it did me. But then again, it couldn't get much worse for me anyway. In the end, my bus came first, so I left early. When I think back on it, perhaps I shouldn't have left first. When I was in the bus home, I thought my day couldn't possibly get any worse. Then it hit me: I made the remake exam today. It can get worse! Because I was convinced I wouldn't make it, I became furious and didn't dare to go home, because I probably would have smashed everything that was in handreach. I blew off some steam close at home in a nearby park, but that didn't take too long. I went home shortly afterwards... quite calm.
My parents never spoke a word about that evening at McDonalds when I got home - and never have. While I was waiting for the football to start, I was online on MSN at that moment. I got a phone call from my sister and talked to her for a little while, blowing off some more steam. The friend who also had to redo that exam suddenly talked to me, asking me if I got the grade I was in need of on MSN. Apparently the grades were online, and with shaking hands, I logged in on my school site to check my grades. I got exactly a 7 (nothing more, nothing less) and got an exact 5.6/10 on average (5.5 is the minimum to pass). I immediately started celebrating my graduation and send three sms' to my brother, sister and the girl I was eating with at McDonalds. My nickname on MSN immediately changed too and someone asked me if Holland became champion of the World Cup already because of my amazing joy.
If I didn't graduate, you could say it was officially one of the worst days, if not the worst day of my life. Later on I talked with everyone related to what happened that day.
- The friend at school, apparently he failed, only missing a 0.1% of his grade (which made him, and me furious).
- The injured teacher. Well, I am personally convinced that he 'helped' me get that grade. He probably felt sorry for me when I asked him how he was.
- The injured guy in the bus. I later met him again, where I got in an intensive conversation with him. He apparently was born that way while missing a part of his leg, which caused a (very large) wound that would never heal. Friendly guy and I surely hope to meet him again.
- I never met the guy behind the counter at McDonalds or her niece again.
- The other guy that likes her, well, I still have regular contact with him because we've been classmates of each other. It's not that we like each other, but it's just because we know each other. He also failed and had to redo the year. By pure coincidence, I got in touch with him again since yesterday. Annoying lil' fellow. Everything, and I mean everything he said, or announced (like being her ex) was a lie. About a week later, she mentioned to me: ""He was annoying, wasn't he?"
- My parents never spoke a word about that day.
There. I still kept it quite short. Satisfied?
King Jester
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Interesting note on the "Worst Day Ever" and It's probally worst when "Deja Vu" Strikes, And Poor Guy with Leg thing.
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Jupackazoin
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What about the girl? What happened with the girl?
