2nd grade school spelling bee champ. Lost in county finals to 5th grader.

3rd grade geography bowl champ.

That's about it for childhood victories.

5/14/2012 8:23:00 AM

I ran track 4th - 6th grade, my forte being the long jump. I jumped a consistent 12'-x" during the meets... and one 13'-6" during practice. The other kids parents called me twinkle-toes I wasn't even 5'-0" tall

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5/14/2012 8:28:57 AM

1. in 5th grade I was on the scholastic pursuit team and we won the state championship of something like washington elementary. i'll always my friend being pissed off saying he wanted to be a black, woman, in a wheelchair - thinking he didn't get elected to the finals team because he was white

2. this one was realized a bit later in life, but I went about 3 years of tae kwon do tournaments without losing. the final year of competitions, I was in qualifiers for the olympics and was 3rd in country under 12 years old. that's when I lost for the first time which was pretty life changing (first loss and first time on the receiving end of a KO) I thought I had just lost the match but in going through the documents now (starting up tkd again) and talking to my mom, I actually lost my chance to join the olympic training program.

I guess that wasn't a victory... sooo yeah

Seems whatever I'm the best at, I lose interest in because the challenge is gone so there's less competition and much harder to have fun. As a result I've gotten really good at lot of things but never the best at much throughout my life

::deep thoughts::

5/14/2012 10:05:11 AM

I'm glad this thread is way longer than the other one

<3

I'm Krallum and I approved this message.

5/14/2012 11:11:26 AM

in 4th grade, I was selected to be in Pieces of Gold

http://www.wakeedpartnership.org/events/piecesofgold/

I only liked it b/c it got me out of class.

I, too, won an elementary school spelling bee. I think I won a book or something. I think I still have it at my parent's house. The teacher wrote a congratulatory message inside



Oh yeah, very shortly after we moved here from California, we were at Sears at Crabtree. I must have been like 5 or 6 and I saw a man urinating in the barbie doll aisle in the toy section. I was so mad b/c I wanted to go see the Barbies and there was pee-pee all over the ground. I went and told my mom who went and told an employee. dont know what happened to the guy but last I saw, he was being walked into the back office.

5/14/2012 11:24:31 AM

Quote :

"^^ and just like Tucker Max they're mostly fake/exaggerated"

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"and just like tucker max, half the stories he thinks will make him look cool actually make him look like a jerk"

You can believe them or not, but I have no reason to lie. Enough people know me IRL on tdub to call me out if I was bullshitting.

Not trying to look cool or like a jerk. I'm not particularly proud of a lot of things I've done in life, but I've done a lot of anecdotal stuff. If you really internet care, I'll be happy to point you to any of my former teachers who will all remember me and the antics I pulled throughout childhood.

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Two more I remembered today:

When I was in Elementary school (Bluford for 2nd and 3rd grade for the Greensboro peeps), I ran my own "school store". My mom had this catalog called "Oriental Trading Company". I would take the money I earned from mowing yards and buy big orders of shit from the catalog, like styrofoam airplane kits, the multi-colored pens, candy, yoyo's and such. Then I would sell them at school. I quickly found out that candy was the #1 seller, and used my initial profits to buy a Sam's Club membership (pretty sure it was still PACE Warehouse back then though, it was one of the only things out that stretch of Wendover).

Well the teachers caught on quickly and I was sent to the principle's office. But I managed to work out a deal to only sell between classes and to stop selling bubble gum so they let me keep the operation running. I would sell everything based on coinage, so nickel, dimes or quarters. The best were the "two for one" specials. One for a dime, two for a quarter.

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In 6th grade PE (Mendenhall, for settledown's gratification) we played floor hockey inside on rainy days. At some point I got to play goalie and was NEVER scored on.

-the second half of this one is a major childhood [fail]


A couple of my friends in the PE class played roller hockey and asked if I wanted to be their team goalie. I'd never played before, and my parents couldn't afford to pay for the league or equipment. So their team (parents I guess) footed the bill for me to play in their league and they loaned me old shitty equipment to use. I didn't even wear roller blades, just tennis shoes. Also used a baseball mitt instead of a catch glove.

First game: we lost 19-0. my own team score on my 2 or 3 times trying to reset their formations. I was fucking terrible, but got slightly less shitty each game. By the end of the season I was only allowing 3-4 goals per game, but I was still awful and never played hockey again.

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5/14/2012 5:37:49 PM

yes, please provide a list of references

if you're not bullshitting about providing contact info for your old teachers (you are) I will absolutely call them

5/14/2012 5:49:10 PM

e-beef itt

5/14/2012 5:51:13 PM

can you also please refer me to someone that can confirm that you weren't trying to fuck begonias?

5/14/2012 5:54:04 PM

^When? We dated a long time ago, and at that time I was definitely trying to bonez her.

For the 3rd grade bus incident, the other kid that beat him up with me was Shane Beal. Haven't seen him since middle school but I think he still lives in Greensboro. The girl we stood up for was Amanda Smith who now runs Core Integrity Pilates studio and will likely very vividly remember the incident and the kid. The bully's name was David something, can't remember his last name but it will probably come to me.

The 2nd grade playground incident. It happened at Bluford elementary in Greensboro, which was right next to Lincoln Middle school and Dudley High School. 2nd grade would have been 1989-1990 I believe. I'll ask my parents who my teachers were and get back to you. It might have been a substitute or a TA, hazy on that.

The shoplifting gang I will not disclose the other kids names, because most of them are pretty good people and I don't want any liability shit coming back at me. But you can ask Coach Turk about it, he may remember as our parents made us talk to him about it (he was the asst football coach at Mendenhall at the time, and several of us were on the football team). He works at the Boys and Girls club these days, I think in high point, and does some local radio.

The AG math story. I went to Wiley elementary for 5th grade. Teacher was Mrs. Stubbs. Bryan Burroughs (username aaronburro) was in my class there, and may remember the math class, although I think he was actually two years ahead of me in math taking the base number systems class. Good luck finding the teacher or anything about the program though. Other than the kids who were in it (a couple of whom are on tdub), there's almost no information about it on the web.

High school computer lab story. Happened at Page high school, this would have been 1995/96. This is indirect verification because I don't remember any of the library staff, or even what particular class this was in. But I routinely broke the security on computers over at Weaver Center (it was the same application, same GCS IT crap) for multiple teachers there. Dow Hamblin, who used to teach computer graphics can vouch for me there.

When I first broke through it was really simple though. They just blocked explorer.exe, so you couldn't easily run/copy/move files. I just wrote a simple batch script in notepad, saved to the desktop and ran it to get me to a command prompt. From there just searched for where they moved explorer.exe (and later renamed it as well), launched it and blam, open system.

For the middle school hockey story, ask David Bracey or Chad Langdon. Both were on the hockey team (I think Chad's dad was the coach) and both would remember how fucking terrible I was.

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5/14/2012 6:26:05 PM

cool, I'll report back

5/14/2012 7:34:28 PM