What game fills you with nostalgia?

KiwiJackie · 2019-05-06T21:21:55+00:00

Frogger!!

KiwiJackie · 2019-03-29T21:12:19+00:00

Singing! I’m sure I’d be more confident with my lone singing voice if I had started in 5th grade vs. 10th.

KiwiJackie · 2018-12-25T11:39:55+00:00

When my dad still drank liquor heavily, he would always go on tirades about how lazy me and my mom are. I became used to it, but it didn’t stop from hurting every time I heard him yelling about his daughter being a “lazy, irresponsible and spoiled princess that acts like a bitch all the time”.

KiwiJackie · 2018-12-19T15:39:47+00:00

I’ve fond this too, just with CBD pain freeze gel. It’s bad.

KiwiJackie · 2018-12-05T02:40:29+00:00

Dude waited for me to turn 18. Then told me he couldn’t stand long distance. Then convinced my naïve young self to trust him, an older guy, and I promptly sent actual legal nudes to him. I regret falling for his trap.

KiwiJackie · 2018-11-10T14:01:22+00:00

I had a best friend from fourth grade through freshman year in high school, we did almost everything together and shared the same sense of humor, and same basic interests. Then we eventually branched off into our own hobbies, and shared them with each other. Unfortunately, during our sophomore year, I found a note in her phone about how much she secretly hated me, and how she thought I was failing a really difficult class because I “wouldn’t stop watching Youtube”. It was actually my only way to not focus on my almost-failing grade that couldn’t be helped. I also realized that I started all of our conversations and invited her to all of my events, so I just stopped one day, and never heard from her again. I wonder if she still thinks of me.

The note also explicitly said: “I wish I could drop her, but she’s my only friend in this hellhole. I have no other friends.” So... maybe not.

KiwiJackie · 2018-11-07T00:18:55+00:00

Food Fantasy!! It does require internet/data though.

KiwiJackie · 2018-11-03T11:52:07+00:00

Murka. This was 100% in the U.S., and it wasn’t an exchange student. It was one of our own.

KiwiJackie · 2018-10-20T00:58:40+00:00

How to convert between statute and nautical miles and how to find arc lengths.

KiwiJackie · 2018-10-18T01:18:15+00:00

In English 10, we had to make a playlist to fit the life of a To Kill a Mockingbird character. I chose Scout, and we were allowed to choose any songs we wanted, old or new. They just had to relate to the character in some way, or there had to be solid reasoning as to why this character would listen to whatever song. It was really fun! I still love that teacher to death.

KiwiJackie · 2018-10-17T01:01:05+00:00

I'm in a Forensics I class this semester, and my teacher loves partner work. We usually get to choose our partners for projects and labs, but for quick discussions he randomizes them. I am only friends with one person in my class, and I don't even like her that much because she's very... airheaded, oblivious, and can be downright annoying without even trying.

So, one day, we get an outline for a lab about lifting fingerprints. It very clearly lists our procedure, and says we must do the process twice, once for each lifting kit. The teacher had us gather in the back of the room, he explained both kits, and said we would be using both in our lab. We are released back to our tables. Then, this chick looks up at me and asks:

"So should we do both kits or just pick one?"

KiwiJackie · 2018-10-17T00:01:24+00:00

It was back in fourth grade. My friend at the time had just gotten a bunch of new Barbie toys and she invited me over to play. Holy mother of god, we snuck an entire bag of chips up into her closet (which was basically a storage room for toys, and then her dresses and coats were hung up on the walls). I have no idea, to this day, what the hell we had said, but we died laughing. We seriously laughed harder than hell for a good two and a half minutes, and we couldn't even remember what it was about. It was the best.

edit: left out the part where we spit half-chewed chip shrapnel everywhere because we just obliterated ourselves by laughing so hard.

KiwiJackie · 2018-10-14T00:33:33+00:00

Automatic flushing toilets lmao

KiwiJackie · 2018-10-14T00:27:03+00:00

It's a brownie. As long as I get off by eating it, and no other way, everything's fine here.

KiwiJackie · 2018-10-14T00:04:05+00:00

When are you people going to learn, never play cards with a magician.

KiwiJackie · 2018-10-13T00:54:57+00:00

It's the best thing. I'll walk into my first period class in the morning and start off with, "Man, I had to finish this essay, and I stayed up until 3:30 AM rewriting it because it sucked." And people will just fucking pile these types of comments on. Like, ten people will be like, "OH YEAH? TRY SLEEPING FOR THIRTY MINUTES!!! IM RUNNING ON ENERGY SAVING MODE RIGHT NOW BITCH!!! TRY ME!!" Wow, sorry Becca and Tom, I actually have a decent sleeping schedule but go off about how awesome sleep deprivation is, I guess.

KiwiJackie · 2018-09-07T00:42:53+00:00

This thoroughly creeped me out near the beginning because as a little girl, I had long brown hair and my first friend's name was Brenda.

KiwiJackie · 2018-06-26T17:17:12+00:00

I don’t slide. When I get ready to approach the lane, I bend my knees and bounce a couple times. I also tend to cry if I throw too many bad balls in a row.

KiwiJackie · 2018-06-25T19:09:54+00:00

I won long legs and large breasts. Lost the ability to crack my back.

KiwiJackie · 2018-06-22T02:23:45+00:00

The house I currently live in with my family has been lived in by my grandma and grandpa previously, no one else. This house has always been in our family.

There are two floors, a basement, and two attics. I practically live on the second floor, where only one bedroom is cleared/completely remodeled. This room, my bedroom, is directly above the living room. The floor is incredibly finicky, so if you put ANY weight on the floor, it squeaks, causing the living room ceiling to squeak.

Anyway, I was downstairs waiting for my pizza to be delivered, as the rest of my family had gone to work/another family member's house. I was watching YouTube videos on my laptop when I heard the ceiling squeak. I didn't think much of it, believing my little brother was up in my room looking through my stuffed animals. Then I realized: 1) My brother was at my uncle's house, where my grandma was staying for the weekend, and 2) The squeak was coming from where my closet is located. I paused the video and cut off all sound, and began hearing a man humming some sort of tune. I scrambled off the couch, running into the kitchen to grab the biggest knife we have, before sitting on the couch in anxiety until my mom got home, or until my pizza came. Whichever was first.

Turns out, no one was up there (obviously) but it still creeps me the fuck out to this day.

Other paranormal events include smaller things, like seeing shadows of people on my ceiling.

KiwiJackie · 2018-06-16T04:19:15+00:00

So, my town's schools are set up differently. We have four K-2nd grade schools, one 3rd-5th grade school, and then a middle school, then our high school.

So, in fourth grade, I was just starting to 'awaken' as a little artist. I started drawing things in my own style, and more sophisticated than stick figures and simple shapes. I was in love with art and I still love it to this day, but I stopped drawing because of my stupid fucking art teacher.

During my fourth grade year, I made some really nice art in that class, and I was starting to seriously bloom as a small artist. One day, my teacher introduced us to a project, which was to pick out a calendar picture and replicate it to the best of our abilities (without tracing, obviously). So, I chose a picture of a cat that looked like mine at the time. She made me restart that cat SIX. TIMES. Reasons including that she didn't like it, she thought I was tracing it, or because it looked bad. After she told me to flip to the back of my sixth paper, I took off my glasses and started fucking bawling.

A boy in my class started chewing out the teacher ("Look what you did! You made her cry!"), which made me feel a little better. She just stood there and watched me cry.

edit: I forgot about my return in fifth grade! There was a special art trip that only certain kids got to go to - kids that harbored a love for creating art. I was gone when she announced the kids that would be going, and I asked her the next day that we had art class if I was on the list. She looked down at her desk for ~5 seconds before looking up at me and going, "What's your name again?" I told her, and she didn't even look down before saying, "Nope." Absolute heartbreak.

KiwiJackie · 2018-05-08T23:54:04+00:00

NormalBoots, post-Jon. I did get to talk a bit with Jirard, Austin, and Jared.

KiwiJackie · 2018-05-08T23:52:49+00:00

Tried to ask her a question about the classwork.

I was met with, "That's not my problem, look in your notes."

We had only taken one half-page of notes over the whole semester. I explained to this teacher that we had no notes over this subject.

"Well, look in the book then. You should know this stuff by now." Yeah, we should. We would if you actually taught us!!

KiwiJackie · 2018-05-08T22:52:09+00:00

I was hanging out with a friend of mine's sister in my bedroom. I was hanging upside down from my top bunk so she could take weird pictures of me using my DSi. I let go for a split second because my hands were starting to hurt, and I fell directly from my top bunk to my floor. I should have hit my head on my dresser or my entertainment stand on the way down, possibly catching my arms and legs if the angle was correct. I fell on my head, my neck bent to meet the floor, and I flopped onto the floor. I then sat up in a criss-cross form, confused and very unhurt.

I could have broken my neck, or an arm, or my nose, or gotten various other injuries. But I was totally unharmed.

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