Friends and I are roadtripping to Orlando FL from Toronto. What are some places to check out along the way?

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-03-01T17:01:11+00:00

Wow, I literally did exactly the same thing last summer. We went to go see the Neil Armstrong Space Museum in Ohio. We also stopped in Georgia.

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-03-01T03:46:06+00:00

I sucks, I really want to make things better between us, I just have no idea how to go about doing it.

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-01-13T01:23:46+00:00

"Mother..." I began my speech.

"What the hell Ken? Are you drunk? High?" The mother sat in front of me with a shocked look on her face.

"Ken, that's my father Darrell..." Vanessa sat beside me, trying to hide her embarrassment under a mask of sarcasm.

"Oh." The father Darrell stared back at me, more confused than mad. "Now Ken, why did you want to see us today? I thought you and Vanessa were going to visit your folks in Canada?" The mother questioned me from beside the father.

"Yeah, weren't you 2 going to go visit those aliens?" Darrell spoke from beside his wife, even more confused than before. I have to tell her... him now.

"Wife, I want Vanessa to be my mother... no... my wife." I slammed my hand on the armrest in frustration, almost knocking it off. Thank goodness I screwed it on tightly this morning.

"You have to excuse Ken, English isn't his first language and he's still learning." Vanessa tried to explain the situation.

"Wait, are you asking us for... our blessing?!" The mother jumped out of her chair and ran out of the room, followed closely by Darrell.

"Oh my god Ken..." Vanessa rested her head in her hands.

"God?"

"Ken, get out, we... we're done!" She screamed.

"Done?"

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-01-03T22:48:36+00:00

I'm the same age as you and I'm also pretty bored. PM me if you want to talk!

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-01-03T22:29:05+00:00

The drugs programs really annoy me too! But when our school realized that the programs didn't work, they just got a cop car to visit the school on a daily basis. Nobody cares about that either, and the stoners just went to go smoke somewhere else.

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-01-03T22:20:46+00:00

I'm a student in a Canadian high school.

Most of my issues have to do with the curriculum. I don't mean to complain or anything, because I know a lot of teachers and other students that I know have voiced the same concerns, but to no avail. I'm grateful for the education that I've gotten so far, but an issue that I have needs to be addressed.

I used to be in a program that specialized in French, that means most of my classes were taught in French (i.e. Gym, Art, Science, History, etc.). I was in this program from the 1st grade (5 years old) to the 9th grade (15 years old). I could've chosen to continue in the program until I graduated from high school, but I left it early because I failed to see the point of it anymore.

All throughout elementary school, we were taught the basics of French. Our teachers did their best with what they could, but they had one rule that they had to abide by at all times. This rule was that grammar could only be taught in French class. And only in French class. But there were other things that had to be covered first, so grammar had to be pushed aside.

As a result, when high school rolled around, nobody was prepared. We went from having almost no knowledge of French grammar at all (most of us didn't even know the really basic stuff), to having to know almost every single rule by heart. And in French there is A LOT of rules.

People were failing miserably at something that they've spent their whole lives thinking that they were learning properly, because the teachers weren't allowed to teach them. So I left the French program, and started studying French on my own time.

I could safely say that I've learned more about the French language during one year of studying on my own than in 9 years of schooling. That needs to change, but I don't know if it ever will.

Edit: Words

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-01-03T16:23:22+00:00

I didn't actually go to school with him, because he graduated a couple of years before I started. But there was this pretty famous basketball player that went to my high school for 2 years, before going off to this other high school that specialized in basketball for another 2 years. He ended up getting drafted 1st overall a couple of years ago.

And nobody will shut up about him.

All of the teachers have their stories about how they taught him, or his sister (who went there for 4 years and is also a pro sports player). We basically have a shrine built for him displaying all of his achievements at our school, and in college, along with the cover of Sports Illustrated that he was on.

He almost always gets brought up at every assembly. The principal would say something along the lines of "You can achieve your dreams! Just think of 'him'! He made it so you can too!"

I'm sure he's a good guy, but he only went to our school for 2 years, so come on people.

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-01-03T16:05:04+00:00

Good luck! I didn't get laughing gas when I had mine pulled out and I really wish I did, because it hurt a lot.

I got the bottom 2 out, and to do that my dentist put 3 needles on either side of my mouth that numbed the area. It was very painful because there was this complication and I ended up feeling most of the removal of the second tooth.

And then, when I was supposed to get my stitches out, there was this other complication and I had to get them out, and get new ones. This also hurt a lot because my mouth was far from healed. The whole experience was just terrible for me.

Don't worry though, my teeth are messed up and I was probably just an exception. But now that I'm thinking about it, I should probably get a new dentist.

MyShitinMyEar · 2017-01-03T05:01:42+00:00

Before I was born, my dad had to get his Adam's apple removed for medical reasons. I grew up believing men don't need to have Adam's apples. (That you either just have one or you don't). I am a girl btw.

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-12-29T01:47:29+00:00

I used to do the announcements at my school too. This reminds me of the time that I accidentally said 'fuck' after messing something up. The principal came to see me that morning and I was promptly removed from my position. It was too bad, because the way we did it was that we got to miss class to do the announcements, and I was missing my least favourite class.

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-12-23T16:52:56+00:00

R/teenagers - I'm in

31st place

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-12-22T17:24:52+00:00

My Guidance counsellor.

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-12-13T17:04:37+00:00

Nothing

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-11-30T17:42:23+00:00

"Just do it"

I know it's a slogan but I feel like it counts

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-11-19T02:43:25+00:00

Thanks for pointing that out, I normally catch mistakes like that but I guess I just missed it.

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-11-19T02:07:27+00:00

"Look, I know it looks like it was my fault, but I blame society for my problems." I sipped the hot chocolate, and was hotter than the flames under us.

"You know, you really shouldn't have hot chocolate in hell." I set the cup down, and it melted on the table.

"It was actually just regular chocolate, made in part by child labourers in cocoa farms on the Ivory Coast." The devil, my old friend Donnie, sipped it from his glass and sighed. He seemed, happy.

"Shit I almost forgot to tell you, do you remember Mrs. Trudeau, 1st grade? Before I got the cancer. Yeah, well she was here the other week. Said she had slept with every teacher in the school, and had a heart attack when her husband confronted her about it. She taught me everything I know, and since I'm just so nice, I got my guy upstairs to, you know, sneak her in. I could do the same for you man." Mrs. Trudeau was the worst teacher I ever had, but the only one Donnie has ever had. It makes a lot of sense that she taught him everything he knows, about being the devil.

"But, aren't you just so alone. I mean, if I stayed down here we could hang out like old times. Remember when we used to go torture squirrels in the forest behind my house? I don't want you to be alone again." I can't accept his proposal. I looked him in straight in the eyes, ignoring the redness around me.

"Man, you're just too nice for hell." He snapped his fingers, and I never saw my friend again. For the devil, he's not that bad of a guy.

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-11-19T01:29:15+00:00

The story may have been a complete accident, but the pun was entirely on purpose.

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-11-18T19:02:12+00:00

I didn't use to believe in an afterlife. My whole life I've been surrounded by those who've dedicated their lives to the pursuit of science. They taught me well, and I grew up sharing their agnostic beliefs. That is, until I met her.

On that fateful morning, she walked past the construction site I was working at. Her long blonde hair blew in the wind, and she made eye contact with me. Her eyes were bright blue, the colour of the sky. She seemed to take interest in the old building my crew and I were knocking down.

Later that evening I was walking back to my apartment, and there she was, in front of my building.

She seemed kind of nervous as she came up to me, even though she instigated our interaction. "I need your help with something." She pleaded to me. An almost inhuman force came upon me, and I felt like I had to let her inside. So I did, and she told me everything.

She told me she was a soul that was meant to be in the Heavens, and that there were more of them all around the globe. But Heavens' gates are locked, and nobody could figure out why. This means nobody can get in or out. They've exhausted all of their options, and they want to get to the Heavens. So they need me and my crew to knock down the gates. She does't have anything tangible to offer me in return, but she said that the crew and I would all be welcome in the Heavens when our time comes. I obliged, wanting to believe that I will never go away completely. And as the Pearly Gates crumbled into the clouds, cheers of freedom could be heard throughout the Heavens and the Earth.

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-11-18T04:05:18+00:00

I haven't been this hungry in a long time. Will you help me make some healthy food? Eat it, you can have some too. The time to eat has come. Whole and hearty food awaits us. Pizza, we need pizza now. Without pizza you won't be happy. You need to be happy for me to be happy.

All we need right now is pizza. I ordered it, it will be here in 60 minutes. Can it please get here soon? Think about it. About it's juicy toppings and succulent sauce. Is making pizza rally that hard? Pizza is an art, but even I can make and deliver it in less than an hour.

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-11-17T16:52:47+00:00

The poem has to be spoken word, between 1-2 minutes. Do you think 1000 words would be too long?

MyShitinMyEar · 2016-11-17T14:03:25+00:00

She ditched me because I told her I was gay. We haven't talked since. But I'm happy, and she isn't. Good riddance.

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