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Post by Patrick on Dec 12, 2008 12:52:51 GMT
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Post by trubble on Dec 12, 2008 13:44:19 GMT
My teacher told me and my friend off for saying there was no you know who. We were being little brats and thinking we were cool to say it so she humiliated us in front of the class and made all the others laugh at us for being horrid little girls who would get no christmas presents at all. Whilst I think this teacher is stupid, mean and unsuitable for her job I also think it's hilarious that a teacher has been removed for telling the truth cos when you think about it..she has...  |
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Post by Patrick on Dec 12, 2008 15:20:25 GMT
Easily done, I suppose, because she was just a supply teacher. Had she been a permanent member of staff, I expect a claim for unfair dismissal would be immediately forthcoming!
Supply teachers are always a little odd though. I remember having one once (delicious she was too - washed down with a nice Cabernet Sauvignon) She was so hippy/social worker stereotype - everything was prefixed with the word "Really". She was taking History with us and she came out with a classic one once; "and so (insert famous historical figure here) was really dead"
Cue Patrick's hand shooting up -
Teacher; "Yes?"
Me: "......and you can't get any deader than really dead can you Miss!?"
Classic
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Post by riotgrrl on Dec 12, 2008 16:57:54 GMT
See, I don't remember specifically ever being told that Santa Clause was invented.
I think I had kind of worked it out for myself at a pretty early age on account of the whole 'he comes down the chimney' unlikeliness in a house with gas fires.
Santa is a lie. I wish we could stop doing that Santa shite to our weans. It's a form of grooming.
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Post by motorist on Dec 12, 2008 17:10:41 GMT
Our national pressie giver here is a goat, no Coca Cola related stuff at all. A shame that the telly adverts keep the name (Joulupukki) but still use the jolly fat man in coke colours image I remember how I found out about Santa. I was eventually able to stay awake long enough to see Dad sneaking in with the pressies and drinking the sherry So there you have it - my Dad is Santa, he's real. NYAH!!!!! |
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Post by trubble on Dec 12, 2008 18:12:51 GMT
She was so hippy/social worker stereotype - everything was prefixed with the word "Really". She was taking History with us and she came out with a classic one once; "and so (insert famous historical figure here) was really dead"
Cue Patrick's hand shooting up -
Teacher; "Yes?"
Me: "......and you can't get any deader than really dead can you Miss!?"Classic ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by trubble on Dec 12, 2008 18:13:48 GMT
See, I don't remember specifically ever being told that Santa Clause was invented. I think I had kind of worked it out for myself at a pretty early age on account of the whole 'he comes down the chimney' unlikeliness in a house with gas fires. Santa is a lie. I wish we could stop doing that Santa shite to our weans. It's a form of grooming. It's a lie I like. What have we been groomed for? Religion? |
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Post by trubble on Dec 12, 2008 18:14:53 GMT
Our national pressie giver here is a goat, no Coca Cola related stuff at all. A shame that the telly adverts keep the name (Joulupukki) but still use the jolly fat man in coke colours image I remember how I found out about Santa. I was eventually able to stay awake long enough to see Dad sneaking in with the pressies and drinking the sherry So there you have it - my Dad is Santa, he's real. NYAH!!!!! A goat?  How does he get the presents in the stockings with his little unopposable hooves? |
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Post by Patrick on Dec 12, 2008 18:29:46 GMT
Hey Riotgrrl had Gas Fires when she was little!
Corr! How posh is that!!!!
Best Beloved snorted when I told her about this and said "I knew he didn't exist when I was Seven!" and thought it was stupid the teacher was "let go". (It was a little bit of course, but BB just shows her Born Cynic side on that count!
Come to think of it, I may well have known by then. cos I can remember sneaking a peek in the back of the wardrobe where the pressies were stored before. I caught sight of one thing before being overwhelmed by a dutiful sense of how naughty I was. Then my brother told on me and I got a smack - and he got the "Models of Yesteryear Prince Henry Vauxhall" as his present instead.
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Post by motorist on Dec 12, 2008 19:03:15 GMT
Our national pressie giver here is a goat, no Coca Cola related stuff at all. A shame that the telly adverts keep the name (Joulupukki) but still use the jolly fat man in coke colours image I remember how I found out about Santa. I was eventually able to stay awake long enough to see Dad sneaking in with the pressies and drinking the sherry So there you have it - my Dad is Santa, he's real. NYAH!!!!! A goat? How does he get the presents in the stockings with his little unopposable hooves? I asked this very important question to Saara. It is Joulupukki's "secret", apparently *nods wisely*  Before anybody asks, btw, his wife's a goat too |
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Post by riotgrrl on Dec 12, 2008 19:25:22 GMT
See, I don't remember specifically ever being told that Santa Clause was invented. I think I had kind of worked it out for myself at a pretty early age on account of the whole 'he comes down the chimney' unlikeliness in a house with gas fires. Santa is a lie. I wish we could stop doing that Santa shite to our weans. It's a form of grooming. It's a lie I like. What have we been groomed for? Religion? We are groomed into the myth that if men bearing presents are in our bedrooms we have no right to object. And more seriously, we feed further into our childrens' heads various twisted stranger myths. |
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Post by Alpha Hooligan on Dec 12, 2008 21:35:43 GMT
Jesus H Fucking Christ...what is wrong with you people? Kids think a jolly fat fellow sorts them out with some cool toys for a few of their earlier years and people want to fuck around and start telling them the truth and ruining any little bits of childhood they still have left in the modern age...  Thank God I am not a child in this day age...no wonder they are all growing up to be cold, messed up creatures with all the evil forces trying to make them adults before they have even left primary school. I'd like to give that teacher a good slap across her evil face...introduce her to a few harsh realities... AH (genuinely peeved about this) |
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Post by riotgrrl on Dec 12, 2008 21:56:28 GMT
Ok alpha, here's what you teach your child when you teach them the Santa myth:
1 - Grown-ups lie
2 - Grown-ups are not to be trusted
3 - People can come into your bedroom while you are asleep
4 - Santa, who gives presents, loves rich kids more than he loves you, because rich kids always get more from Santa than you do.
It's FREAKY
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Post by trubble on Dec 12, 2008 21:57:22 GMT
We are groomed into the myth that if men bearing presents are in our bedrooms we have no right to object.
Hold on!!What do you mean 'myth'? |
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Post by Alpha Hooligan on Dec 12, 2008 22:03:16 GMT
Ok alpha, here's what you teach your child when you teach them the Santa myth: 1 - Grown-ups lie 2 - Grown-ups are not to be trusted 3 - People can come into your bedroom while you are asleep 4 - Santa, who gives presents, loves rich kids more than he loves you, because rich kids always get more from Santa than you do. It's FREAKY Nah, I honestly didn't feel like that when I found out santa didn't exist...I doubt that you did either. I wish people would let children be children, with all their little dreams, fantasies and childish thoughts.  Is that too much to ask? AH (Sorry, clicked the wrong button again - haven't touched anything! Honest!) |
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Post by riotgrrl on Dec 12, 2008 22:07:14 GMT
www.rjpageuk.co.ukAnd yes, when I found out the truth about Santa I was seriously pissed off, and it was then I realised that DA SYSTEM WAS DA BOMB and started off my life as a subversive. To be honest.
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Post by Patrick on Dec 12, 2008 22:25:06 GMT
Ok alpha, here's what you teach your child when you teach them the Santa myth: 1 - Grown-ups lie 2 - Grown-ups are not to be trusted 3 - People can come into your bedroom while you are asleep 4 - Santa, who gives presents, loves rich kids more than he loves you, because rich kids always get more from Santa than you do. It's FREAKY Nah, I honestly didn't feel like that when I found out santa didn't exist...I doubt that you did either. I wish people would let children be children, with all their little dreams, fantasies and childish thoughts. Is that too much to ask? AH (Sorry, clicked the wrong button again - haven't touched anything! Honest!) Post of the week!  I can imagine Alpha in a feature film y'know. He's just blasted his way through umpteen robots and vile enemy mutants - savagely battled his way through umpteen soldiers and caused much bloodshed and gore, and then - just when you thought there was no soul to this tougher of tough guys - he stops a few feet away from his battle cruiser - and safety - and even whilst the next round of killing machines is just around the corner - he walks over to the side of the road to rescue a small kitten that could get trampled on in the last battle before his victory. |
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Post by Alpha Hooligan on Dec 12, 2008 22:30:30 GMT
Paddy, I did exactly the same thing to Chris on the Morchard the other day...mistakenly hit the "modify" tab instead of the "quote" tab...DOH!!! ;D And yes, after slaughtering hordes of ungood baddies I would always take time to rescue a kitten or a puppy before the final assault on the badguys...I'm wired like that. AH |
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Post by Patrick on Dec 12, 2008 22:54:03 GMT
We are groomed into the myth that if men bearing presents are in our bedrooms we have no right to object.
Hold on!!What do you mean 'myth'? It's probably just a cold......... |
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Post by trubble on Dec 12, 2008 22:56:52 GMT
Phew.
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How does he get the presents in the stockings with his little unopposable hooves?
