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>be me
>wear glasses
>3rd grade
>taking a piss in the school bathroom
>bend over quickly to tie shoe
>glasses fall in piss
>forget
>take them out in disgust
>go to wash them off
>mfw no soap
>forget
>use water and dry them off
and that made me stop using the bathroom at school for years

>be me
>wear glasses
>3rd grade
>taking a piss in the school bathroom
>bend over quickly to tie shoe
>glasses fall in piss
>forget
>take them out in disgust
>go to wash them off
>mfw no soap
>forget
>use water and dry them off
and that made me stop using the bathroom at school for years
i can imagine that as a scene in a movie about an awkward kid's first day at school on the road to becoming the biggest entrepreneur  in the world

>running mach 2 down old preschool hallway
>trip over invisible dead person
>still going mach 2
>land on nose
>stop 3 meters from where i first landed on my nose.
>rug

massive rug-burn up my nose.. it wasn't pleasant.

>trying out basketball
>having to pass balls to eachother while running
>seems easy enough
>suck at shooting but still manage to do well
>holy stuff i'm gonna do this
>slip in water that the janitor just so happened to put there while we were loving PRACTICING
>back of head lands on hard wooded and waxed floor, having a high chance of splitting my head open but I make it through.
>"Get out of the water!" yells the janitor, "Run it off!" yells the gym teacher


>Running in gym
>just behind the crowd
>big accomplishment since i've always been the one close to last
>almost there..
>Trip on newly-waxed floor, burning through my pants and my knee skin
>knee is completely black and dark purple, some blood showing
>hold back tears
>gym teachers say "it's nothing" and tell me to get some water on a paper towel from the bathroom
>janitor yells at me and stalls me from going into the bathroom asking why i won't go in there
>finally get to go in there
>dabs wound, hurts too loving much and blood still kind-of coming out
>go to office and they patch it up with some stuff on a large square band-aid (I think it was disinfectant or something)

>DIDN'T GET ANY TIME OFF SCHOOL OR ANY CHOICE TO CALL SOMEBODY TO TAKE ME FROM SCHOOL ONCE

They're both extended because apparently these are where I fail at life.

>sunny day, going to a creek
>gonna swim
>goes in the creek
>see's a current that looks like a slide to go down
>thinks "wow i'm gonna go down that"
>goes down it
>get stuck on two rocks, water going all over my face
>screaming like a little girl
>finally manages to get off the two rocks that tried to kill me
>friend is like wtf

>trying out basketball
>having to pass balls to eachother while running
>seems easy enough
>suck at shooting but still manage to do well
>holy stuff i'm gonna do this
>slip in water that the janitor just so happened to put there while we were loving PRACTICING
>back of head lands on hard wooded and waxed floor, having a high chance of splitting my head open but I make it through.
>"Get out of the water!" yells the janitor, "Run it off!" yells the gym teacher


>Running in gym
>just behind the crowd
>big accomplishment since i've always been the one close to last
>almost there..
>Trip on newly-waxed floor, burning through my pants and my knee skin
>knee is completely black and dark purple, some blood showing
>hold back tears
>gym teachers say "it's nothing" and tell me to get some water on a paper towel from the bathroom
>janitor yells at me and stalls me from going into the bathroom asking why i won't go in there
>finally get to go in there
>dabs wound, hurts too loving much and blood still kind-of coming out
>go to office and they patch it up with some stuff on a large square band-aid (I think it was disinfectant or something)

>DIDN'T GET ANY TIME OFF SCHOOL OR ANY CHOICE TO CALL SOMEBODY TO TAKE ME FROM SCHOOL ONCE

They're both extended because apparently these are where I fail at life.

Forget that. You should've went to the office anyways. They can't stop you from doing so if you're in extreme pain.

-speaking of gym class-
>play regular ass game of extreme catch with my friend who cant throw worth stuff
>ball hits me directly in face
>knocks glasses off
>lookin like velma trying to find my glasses
>find them
>lenses are missing
>endure the last month of school without glasses

>Ball is on on our sloped driveway.
>Run toward it to kick it out of the way.
>Trip over ball.
>Fall forwards.
>Put out hands to brace myself.
>Get scraped it in 6 places.
>Break my elbow.

>Sawing wood, need to get every little stump off (this was in the air btw(too complicated dont ask why))
>Find one extra small stump
>Start sawing it anyway
>I put my hand behind the stump like a idiot
>The saw slips and hits the back of my hand
It didn't hurt, but the hospital decided to be a loving idiot and gave me the wrong treatment, so no stitches, just some weird band-aids, some cream, and a shot. To top that the bandages fell off and I had to use normal ones, which made me itch, so I picked. Now I have this weird ass scar on my hand.

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sorry chuck norris came into my house and smashed my head onto the keyboard ._.

>talking to my friend in band
>talking with her while putting oboe together
>reed is really fragile and will break upon contact with anything
>get distracted
>drop reed
>finish putting oboe together
>put case away, say bye, and walk away
>CRUNCH
>look down
>reed

>Wears Crocs.
>Gets Crocs wet.
>Begins running.
>Leaps onto retaining wall.
>Slips on retaining wall.
>Falls down and receives huge gash about 3x5 inches on my thigh.
>Hasn't worn Crocs since...

> Be me
> 8 years old
> In Peru
> Hot as forget
> Sees scorched metal
> Touches
> Owie

> Be me
> Dad just made store bought Pizza
> Says don't touch the tray, its hot,
> 2hungry2care
> Touches tray
> Says ow
> Dad asks whats wrong
> Shows 1st/2nd degree burn
> Puts ice on it
> Feels better
> Takes ice off
> Hurts like a bitch

> Be me
> Sixth grade
> Sitting at the desk in history class
> Starts chewing on thumb nail
> White part is hanging
> Braces for pain
> Rips it off
> Starts bleeding
> Squeezes thumb
> Video starts
> Sits through 25 minute video with a bleeding thumb
> Video ends
> Thumb isn't bleeding
> Thumb starts feeling like its pumping and hurts worse than hell

Thats all I can think of now.

> Thumb starts feeling like its pumping and hurts worse than hell

Thats all I can think of now.

It was throbbing.

in the second grade, i got food poisoning from some bad hot dogs during lunch, so i was going home. i then threw up in the hallway twice, and just when the teacher got back with a bag to do it in, i threw up again right before she could get to me.