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Title: The Most Horrible Dream I've Ever Had - Over and Over and Over
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Published: May 13, 2009
Author: Bob Wallace
Post Date: 2009-05-13 20:41:55 by Turtle
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I knew I wasn't the only one to have to this nightmare. Steve Sailer's had it, too. He writes: "If my dreams are representative, then the real American Dream is that you're in the classroom for your final exam but you haven't attended a class or opened the book all semester, and for some reason you're wearing your pajamas, and you really have to go to the bathroom." In my dream it's the last day of high school, and I realize I'm not going to graduate because of a class I have not attended. I'm desperately trying to find the room. I'm consumed with tenseness and anxiety. When I do find the room everyone is speaking some unknown language. The teacher sounds like the one in Charlie Brown: "Wah wah wah!" The test makes no sense. With a horrible sinking feeling I realize I have to attend high school for another year. Obviously, there is a Hell, and it's right here. And there's a Nightmare Factory in it churning out variations of the same dream. My, those demons must be chuckling. I have this dream about once a year. One time it was such a nightmare I woke up disoriented and ran to the front door and stuck my head outside, trying to get some air. What causes dreams like these? The answer: public schools. There was something toxic about the public schools when I attended - and oh was I relieved to graduate - and they are still toxic today. I sometimes wonder if I have brain damage. Something's wrong in there, the way I still dread public schools. Or may it's just some Pavlovian thing, like that drooling dog. There are only two other institutions in American society that you are cannot leave: prisons and the military. And then there are the public schools. You have to go, and you cannot get out...just like prisons. Ergo, public schools are prisons! Sit, march, sit, for eight hours a day. No wonder we have such a high drop-out rate. I was nearly bored to tears being forced to sit like that. So, I retreated into my imagination, which was a lot bigger than my school. The teachers didn't like my attitude. I still have my reports cards claiming I wasn't doing my homework and not paying attention in class. And how I was "capable of doing such good work." Sorry to disappoint you, lady, but I was too busy dreaming I was Tan Hadron of Hastor, rescuing damsels in distress and killing four-armed apes. At least the teacher never found my copy of Edgar Rice Burroughs' A Fighting Man of Mars. The one I still have. I also had a note sent home to my parents because I went all gnarly and was chewing on my report cards in class. The note politely suggested there was something wrong with me, and how something - never specified - should be done to me. Maybe either a doctor or else else a good beating over the head with a shoe. I guess my chewing on the report card was the only way I could strike back, except for wishing horrible agonizing deaths on Dick and Jane and Spot and Pony, all of whom put me off of reading for many years. These days I'd be diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder without Hyperactivity and forced to take Ritalin. As bad as it was back then, at least we didn't have any of that. Of course, some public school are better than others. Still, some are downright horrors, and for some students, no matter how good they are, they're still horrors. And none of them are geared for the most intelligent, sensitive and imaginative students - the ones you can recognize because of the glazed, dreaming look in their eyes. When I look back on my career in the public schools, I don't think I learned a thing past the fourth grade. In middle school I wondered why I was in classes with Neanderthals, and in high school I partied all the time. I graduated with a D+++ average. I was supposed to not be allowed to graduate, but I had already been accepted to college, and it was obvious the high school administration was glad to get rid of me. The only people I've ever met who enjoyed high school were some cheerleaders and some athletes. In fact, it was the high point of their lives, like Al Bundy in Married with Children, and for most of them it's been downhill ever since. I occasionally have this fantasy of burning all the public schools down and salting the ground. And peppering the teachers, too. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. And don't tell me you haven't had the same fantasies, because you have.
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#1. To: Turtle (#0)
i've had that same dream over and over. it's PTSD. i failed world history in 10th grade and had to take it over my senior year. i skipped 32 days of school that year and didn't learn world history again. i was lucky that my teacher, mr. D, took pity and gave me a D so that i could graduate.
The smooth criminal transition from Bush/Cheney to Obama
Please. Give me a break, he gave you an A+. Unless he was blind and maybe then, you received a D...
Tell us a little more of the non academic affairs - for history's sake naturally.
"Satan / Cheney in "08" let's put it this way. i wasn't without a lot of company. i had a big old 57 chevy in which i could easily tote 7. several of us had working parents so we had houses we could hang out in. we shopped. did lunches at Hot Shoppes and other local favs and, on warm days went to a place called Timber Lake to swim and play. ;)
The smooth criminal transition from Bush/Cheney to Obama
I had a '64 Chevy Nova and we just drove around with a bong.
I failed typing in the 10th grade. My mom made me make it up in summer school. What a bummer. I had to listen to my typing teacher, who had the most annoying Gracie Allen twang say, "C-A-T space, C-A-T space" for eight weeks. There was no air conditioning. Hell on earth, while all my other friends were fishing and playing baseball.
Join 2x4 Tuesdays & protect your RKBA. Ahhhh - Timber Lake.
"Satan / Cheney in "08" Jeeez - and nothings changed.
"Satan / Cheney in "08" Did the oregano get old after awhile?
"Satan / Cheney in "08" Ha -- try hashish and opium. Turtle knew how to par -tee!!!! It's about the only thing that got him through high school.
I've had that nightmare also, but sometimes it's college.
Liberal white existentialism: I think, therefore I am not.
Either a lack of D3, or cheap rum.
Turtle gets plenty of sunshine and drinks only mead, as befits an Aryan superman.
I imagine we could have a pretty good Saturday nite Bar B Que, along with Lodwick JT X-15 bunch of others and Chris. My gold standard is when the police copter hovers over your backyard with their nutron searchlight.
"Satan / Cheney in "08" Somehow, going from ninth to tenth grade, I did not get enrolled in athletics for the sixth period of classes, and found myself in a freaking 'typing' class...which, until the internet, I never appreciated at all. Not that I'm all that good at it, but, at least, I don't have to hunt and peck.
Actually, the extra D3 I'm taking lately is giving me vivid dreams that are all very pleasant.
Funny, scary, and true. Reading all the posts this afternoon, and guessing at all the implications, I was wondering what it would take for me to bring out the Barrett .416 that's under the bed... I know that most all of us are armed up to the teeth, but when will we answer the door with a round, instead of a 'Hi, officer?'
I was a good, obedient student in high school, never skipped classes once. Then, halfway through my sophomore year in college, I took a part- time job in a print shop......you can guess the rest. Ahem.... I've since reformed myself and take pleasure in sipping a Guinness Stout while spouting reloading formula's and expounding on the merits or deficits of various rifle calibers for hunting North American game. I'll occasionally throw in an oath of defiance against FedGov. I LOVE BBQ AND SHINER BLONDE!!!
_________________________________________________________________________ I taught myself to type in the 7th grade when my mom bought me this cheapo typewriter. Still, when I was a senior I had to take typing. I was about the only guy in class. So I would stun the girls by telling them, "Watch this" and I would go BLAMBLAMBLAM on the typewriter, pull the paper out, and there would be a perfect paragraph.
Edited to reflect the truth about a middle-aged crank ;-)
_________________________________________________________________________ Ahh that IS the question of the day isn't it?
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I had that dream off and on for years. I failed HS basic algebra. I went to college and learned to solve quadratic equations and other more complicated things. I failed many things in HS. To graduate I had to pass a chemistry final. Luckily I did. Then came college and I aced almost everything. Public schools are just plain toxic. .
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I failed it, too, because I was day-dreaming all the time. Yet I can do quadratic equations in my head. When I was a teen, during the weekends and in the summer, we rode horses and minibikes, had a styrofoam sailboat, swam, fished, had parties on an island, cruised, and much more. I tell people it was a combination of "Animal House" and "American Graffiti." Then in school everything just clicked off and I daydreamed all the time. The day-dreaming seemed more real than the school I was in.
Really? I couldn't solve them now, without a refresher course. It's been too long. I forgot why I even had to solve them. It had something to do with circuit design. .
It's a forum post, not a doctoral thesis. Click for Privacy and Preparedness files
In my dream it's the last day of high school, and I realize I'm not going to graduate because of a class I have not attended. I'm desperately trying to find the room. I'm consumed with tenseness and anxiety.
#2. To: christine (#1)
i was lucky that my teacher, mr. D, took pity and gave me a D so that i could graduate.
#3. To: christine (#1)
i skipped 32 days of school that year and didn't learn world history again.
#4. To: tom007 (#3)
#5. To: christine (#4)
let's put it this way. i wasn't without a lot of company. i had a big old 57 chevy in which i could easily tote 7. several of us had working parents so we had houses we could hang out in. we shopped. did lunches at Hot Shoppes and other local favs and, on warm days went to a place called Timber Lake to swim and play. ;)
Dancing Turtles and Bouncing Boobs
...that's Turtle Island.
#6. To: christine (#1)
www.righttokeepandbeararms.com
#7. To: christine (#4)
#8. To: Turtle (#5)
I had a '64 Chevy Nova and we just drove around with a bong.
#9. To: All (#8)
I had a '64 Chevy Nova and we just drove around with a bong.
#10. To: tom007 (#9)
Did the oregano get old after awhile?
Dancing Turtles and Bouncing Boobs...that's Turtle Island.
#11. To: Turtle (#0)
#12. To: Turtle (#0)
What causes dreams like these?
#13. To: Jethro Tull (#12)
Either a lack of D3, or cheap rum.
Dancing Turtles and Bouncing Boobs...that's Turtle Island.
#14. To: Turtle (#10)
Turtle knew how to par -tee!!!!
#15. To: randge. all (#6)
#16. To: Turtle (#13)
#17. To: tom007 (#14)
My gold standard is when the police copter hovers over your backyard with their nutron searchlight.
#18. To: tom007, Turtle, Jethro Tull, christine, lodwick (#14)
"This man is Jesus,” shouted one man, spilling his Guinness as Barack Obama began his inaugural address. “When will he come to Kenya to save us?”
-Schweizerische Schuetzenzeitung (Swiss Shooting Federation) April, 1941
#19. To: lodwick (#15)
Somehow, going from ninth to tenth grade, I did not get enrolled in athletics for the sixth period of classes, and found myself in a freaking 'typing' class...which, until the internet, I never appreciated at all.
Dancing Turtles and Bouncing Boobs...that's Turtle Island.
#20. To: tom007 (#14)
My gold standard is when the police copter hovers over your backyard with their nutron searchlight, and X-15 'turns it off'.
"This man is Jesus,” shouted one man, spilling his Guinness as Barack Obama began his inaugural address. “When will he come to Kenya to save us?”
-Schweizerische Schuetzenzeitung (Swiss Shooting Federation) April, 1941
#21. To: lodwick (#17)
I know that most all of us are armed up to the teeth, but when will we answer the door with a round, instead of a 'Hi, officer?'
#22. To: Turtle (#0)
With a horrible sinking feeling I realize I have to attend high school for another year.
It's a fine line between being too specific and long winded and therefore too irritating to bother to read, and being too cryptic and therefore too irritating to try to interpret.
#23. To: PSUSA (#22)
I failed HS basic algebra.
Dancing Turtles and Bouncing Boobs...that's Turtle Island.
#24. To: Turtle (#23)
Yet I can do quadratic equations in my head.
It's a fine line between being too specific and long winded and therefore too irritating to bother to read, and being too cryptic and therefore too irritating to try to interpret.
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