Oh boy. Is this a true story no one will believe. That is a statement, not a question. No one will believe this, I am sure of that. This DID happen.
I was 6. I was in 1st Grade. This happened in the classroom at James Bickley Elementary School.
It involved me, a 6-year old wanna-be greaser class mate of mine, a fight and a bitch of a teacher.
The year was 1981. I started going to James Bickley in the middle of the Kindergarten school year that January, after my dad was stationed at the local Air Force Base. I had been around long enough to make friends and know who the bullies were. Sometime the bullies in schools are called Teachers.
My first grade teacher was one of those. Another was a kid my age in my 1st grade class who always wore this tiny leather jacket, with his hair slicked back, looking like Stallone from Paradise Alley or Lords of Flatbush.
Slick was always pushing kids around, but I also remember he was a favorite of this bitch teacher. I don’t know why, because he was nothing but trouble. (Maybe that was the reason, he was the hard luck case, allowed to get away with stuff because he needed more attention than others. This is just a thought looking back, I know I didn’t think that at 6 years old).
He was always trying to push me around too. Problem was (still is, for better or worse), I pushed back. One day this broke out into a fight in class.
This lead us to the True Story I call 1ST GRADE PILEDRIVER
Yes, a fight broke out between me and Slick in the classroom. I remember what is was over to – He stole my Star Trek watch. He pulled it off my wrist as he walked by my desk going to his seat, after returning from the bathroom. He yank it so hard, my wrist jerked up and the strap’s pin that kept it in place broke.
I stood up, grabbed him to get my watch back and a shoving match broke out. The teacher told ME to give him the watch. It was my watch!
Then things got weird.
If we were going to fight – she was going to let us. REALLY!!
She had the entire class move their desks to the right, opening up an area to the left of the classroom. There was already a ‘play area’ with toys and books, for use during lunch and recess. She had Slick and I go to this area, and told us to get it out of our system while she went back to teaching the class.
SERIOUSLY. THIS HAPPENED. She urged us to fight.
We did.
At that time I was nowhere near the Pro Wrestling fan I would become, but I did watch it when my parents did, and I remembered some of the cool moves. So, guess what? I decided to do the smartest thing I could in a fight . . .
We were wrestling on the ground when I got to my feet and he was still on his knees, then I did it. Just like on TV. I put my legs around his head, lifted him up . . .
The Teacher screamed her head off at me . . . Too Late!
I spent the afternoon in the principal’s office, being punished. Of course my parents were called. I really had no idea what ‘suspension’ was I just knew I got out of school the next day. Slick was never called in to the principal’s office, and the principal’s never believed the story about the teacher.
Suspension or not I was at school the next morning, my mom brining me to school to confront the teacher and principal. Who else was there waiting outside our classroom? Slick and his grandmother whom he lived with. A little old Italian lady. A pissed little old Italian lady.
I thought there was going to be trouble. There wasn’t. She was here to talk to the teacher too. Slick didn’t tell her the entire truth (stealing my watch), but told her about the teacher making us fight in class. She was pissed. My mom was pissed.
A lot of parents were pissed. Turned out a number of our class mates told their parents what happened, and in turn they called the school and district to complain.
We never did see the teacher that day, but the principal was another story. Apologizes were made, my suspension was lifted and for the next week we had a substitute teacher – our regular bitch teacher was put on some sort of disciplinary leave.
The good news in all this, I got my watch back.
The better news, fortunately I had no idea how to properly do the Pile Driver.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Thursday, February 16, 2017
CHUG, CHUG . . . STUPID
I’ve written true stories about JAG before, where I used to work.
Well, here is another one. This is the tale of a time when a teenage girl at the center challenged me to something I ‘couldn’t do,’ and even bet me I couldn’t do it. Two other kids there jumped on and so did my Co-Worker.
Big mistake, but I am not sure for whom. Why? Well, when I’m challenged and told I can’t do something . . .
This is a True Story I call CHUG, CHUG . . . STUPID
On this fateful night we already had two kids in the center when a third, a young teenage girl, was brought in. It was myself, my co-worker and friend and an intern from ASU working that evening.
My co-worker and I were constantly playing Domino’s. He was actually a very good player, and taught me the game. I was constantly determined to beat him. We often engaged the kids brought into the center as a way to spend the time.
We also kept the fridge stocked with snacks, food and soda (Coke!). Well on this night we made a good time of it. We had a big game of Dominos, ordered Pizza and had a mini party.
Then a challenge was made – the teen girl made a comment about how much I must like Coca-Cola, and dared me to chug the can I just opened. Just a can, no big deal. Chug done.
Then she pressed – daring me chug a bottle. No biggie, I grabbed a 12 oz. bottle from the fridge. “Pussy,” she called me and grab the full 2 Liter (67.6 oz.) bottle.
She dared me to chug the whole thing.
Was I up for the challenge? Was I that stupid?
She dared me, and laid a $5 on the table. Made it a straight up bet and trying to punk me out. In fact, everyone got involved. $25 on the table, betting I couldn’t do it.
Well . . . guess what?
I burp so hard and loud and for so long almost everyone, except for the girl, was concerned for me. I thought the pizza and my internal organs we going to fly out. I literally had to sit down and recover from the burp.
Her response? “COOL!”
Well, here is another one. This is the tale of a time when a teenage girl at the center challenged me to something I ‘couldn’t do,’ and even bet me I couldn’t do it. Two other kids there jumped on and so did my Co-Worker.
Big mistake, but I am not sure for whom. Why? Well, when I’m challenged and told I can’t do something . . .
This is a True Story I call CHUG, CHUG . . . STUPID
On this fateful night we already had two kids in the center when a third, a young teenage girl, was brought in. It was myself, my co-worker and friend and an intern from ASU working that evening.
My co-worker and I were constantly playing Domino’s. He was actually a very good player, and taught me the game. I was constantly determined to beat him. We often engaged the kids brought into the center as a way to spend the time.
We also kept the fridge stocked with snacks, food and soda (Coke!). Well on this night we made a good time of it. We had a big game of Dominos, ordered Pizza and had a mini party.
Then a challenge was made – the teen girl made a comment about how much I must like Coca-Cola, and dared me to chug the can I just opened. Just a can, no big deal. Chug done.
Then she pressed – daring me chug a bottle. No biggie, I grabbed a 12 oz. bottle from the fridge. “Pussy,” she called me and grab the full 2 Liter (67.6 oz.) bottle.
She dared me to chug the whole thing.
Was I up for the challenge? Was I that stupid?
She dared me, and laid a $5 on the table. Made it a straight up bet and trying to punk me out. In fact, everyone got involved. $25 on the table, betting I couldn’t do it.
Well . . . guess what?
I burp so hard and loud and for so long almost everyone, except for the girl, was concerned for me. I thought the pizza and my internal organs we going to fly out. I literally had to sit down and recover from the burp.
Her response? “COOL!”
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Ghost Not
I used to work at a place called JAG (Juvenile Alternatives in Glendale). I was considered a counselor, and did intakes, outtakes and monitoring of Juveniles for a 24-hour Time Out. At least that was the job description.
I’ve written about it before.
It was hit or miss as to whether I liked the job. It wasn’t a job I wanted or applied for – but that is a story for another time.
It was claimed that the JAG building – a single story converted bungalow that use to be a house – was haunted. Lots of people claimed it. My Co-worked claimed it. Many of the kids who stayed there claimed it.
I never believed it.
This is a True Story I call GHOST NOT
I worked the 12P.M. to 10P.M. shift. After 5P.M. only two of us worked, so every night it was me, my co-worker and anywhere from zero to ten Juvies.
Many times my co-worker would tell me the place was haunted. Many times the Juvies would claim it as well.
The most common claims were simple: voices, weird noises and shadows. All easily explainable. JAG was on a very busy street corner, just off a housing area, and across from a car shop. All noises explained.
No one bought that. Why? The one big thing that kept happening. The TV.
The TV in the meeting room kept turning on by itself!
Keep in mind this is 2005/2006. The TV was an old counsel CRT TV. Not digital and defiantly not HD.
Now, I did experience the TV turning on by itself a few times. Much to my co-worker’s delight, who used it to prove the place was haunted. Some of the Juvies who spent more than one time out at JAG did the same.
TV on. Place Haunted. Ace Wrong.
Well . . . not really!
I noticed very easily that if there was a power surge, the TV came on. Sometimes the TV came on when a switch was flipped, or a door closed very hard. Obviously there were some wiring issues in the house. There was also something else.
I check over the TV one day – yes being a jackass to prove my point – and guess what? The push button to turn the TV on was loose. I took the TV apart and found the switch was broke and loose inside, the slightest movement could jiggle the switch on and off.
I fixed the switch and like a miracle the ghost was gone! JAG no longer haunted!
My co-worker moped for a while, he liked the idea of the place being haunted.
The boss was glad I did it. He could now use the TV in meetings, and it put an end to the Haunting idea he hated.
Simple, huh?
Ace.
I’ve written about it before.
It was hit or miss as to whether I liked the job. It wasn’t a job I wanted or applied for – but that is a story for another time.
It was claimed that the JAG building – a single story converted bungalow that use to be a house – was haunted. Lots of people claimed it. My Co-worked claimed it. Many of the kids who stayed there claimed it.
I never believed it.
This is a True Story I call GHOST NOT
I worked the 12P.M. to 10P.M. shift. After 5P.M. only two of us worked, so every night it was me, my co-worker and anywhere from zero to ten Juvies.
Many times my co-worker would tell me the place was haunted. Many times the Juvies would claim it as well.
The most common claims were simple: voices, weird noises and shadows. All easily explainable. JAG was on a very busy street corner, just off a housing area, and across from a car shop. All noises explained.
No one bought that. Why? The one big thing that kept happening. The TV.
The TV in the meeting room kept turning on by itself!
Keep in mind this is 2005/2006. The TV was an old counsel CRT TV. Not digital and defiantly not HD.
Now, I did experience the TV turning on by itself a few times. Much to my co-worker’s delight, who used it to prove the place was haunted. Some of the Juvies who spent more than one time out at JAG did the same.
TV on. Place Haunted. Ace Wrong.
Well . . . not really!
I noticed very easily that if there was a power surge, the TV came on. Sometimes the TV came on when a switch was flipped, or a door closed very hard. Obviously there were some wiring issues in the house. There was also something else.
I check over the TV one day – yes being a jackass to prove my point – and guess what? The push button to turn the TV on was loose. I took the TV apart and found the switch was broke and loose inside, the slightest movement could jiggle the switch on and off.
I fixed the switch and like a miracle the ghost was gone! JAG no longer haunted!
My co-worker moped for a while, he liked the idea of the place being haunted.
The boss was glad I did it. He could now use the TV in meetings, and it put an end to the Haunting idea he hated.
Simple, huh?
Ace.
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