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ha reminds me of walking in on some roommates in college. a prong snapped in the outlet, roommate #1 was getting ready to try to pull it out with needle nose pliers, while roommate #2 was on standby with an aluminum bat to push roommate #1 away if he got electrocuted. derr.

 

 man we smoked a ton of grass in that apartment.

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A fire at Westford Academy.  Oh man. That’s my alma mater.  It’s not a private school, it’s just what they call the high school in Westford, Mass. I think it was a private school many, many decades ago.  A suburb of wealthy families.  I doubt that my family could afford to live there today.  I will guess that a spoiled rich kid is to blame for the fire.  

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42 minutes ago, Gray Beard said:

A fire at Westford Academy.  Oh man. That’s my alma mater.  It’s not a private school, it’s just what they call the high school in Westford, Mass. I think it was a private school many, many decades ago.  A suburb of wealthy families.  I doubt that my family could afford to live there today.  I will guess that a spoiled rich kid is to blame for the fire.  

you were a westford gray ghost?!

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2 hours ago, /dev/null said:

you see... the whole problem is that it is a binary situation. a female receptacle and a male plug. now... had they had 31 flavors of mating, this would never happen. blame it all on the binary.

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3 hours ago, Gray Beard said:

A fire at Westford Academy.  Oh man. That’s my alma mater.  It’s not a private school, it’s just what they call the high school in Westford, Mass. I think it was a private school many, many decades ago.  A suburb of wealthy families.  I doubt that my family could afford to live there today.  I will guess that a spoiled rich kid is to blame for the fire.  

My sister inlaw lives in Westford.

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2 hours ago, Gray Beard said:

A fire at Westford Academy.  Oh man. That’s my alma mater.  It’s not a private school, it’s just what they call the high school in Westford, Mass. I think it was a private school many, many decades ago.  A suburb of wealthy families.  I doubt that my family could afford to live there today.  I will guess that a spoiled rich kid is to blame for the fire.  

 

I'm just up the road

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1 hour ago, SlimShady'sGhost said:

 

remember these?

 

paddle_29657159_ver1.0.jpg

 

 

 

Yep, I vividly remember the principal of my first elementary school having a paddle shaped and painted like a tennis racket proudly on display.

 

One time in kindergarten, our whole class had to march down to his office to watch a classmate get “paddled”.  The kid bawled his eyes out, but in hindsight I’m pretty sure there was no actual physical pain, just shame and embarrassment. Still, a pretty jacked up way of doing things. This was a public school, circa 1980.

 

Then I switched to Catholic school in 2nd grade. There was no corporal punishment, however, those nuns played some terrifying psychological games. Hell, I’d take the paddle over Sister Jane Marie’s coffee breath all up in my grill any day.

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Just now, ExiledInIllinois said:

Nice... I will fly in/out there to avoid Logan.  Sister up in Vermont.  Sister in laws in Massaholachussetts... LoL... Sorry, I couldn't resist.  

 

MHT used to be an awesome airport...until Southwest started flying out of Logan. We used to have them all to ourselves.

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On 1/23/2020 at 10:30 AM, teef said:

i was right after that era.  the priests could be mean to you, but they wouldn't hit you anymore.

 

the nuns were famous for smacking wooden rulers across the knuckles.  

On 1/23/2020 at 11:23 AM, 4_kidd_4 said:

 

Yep, I vividly remember the principal of my first elementary school having a paddle shaped and painted like a tennis racket proudly on display.

 

One time in kindergarten, our whole class had to march down to his office to watch a classmate get “paddled”.  The kid bawled his eyes out, but in hindsight I’m pretty sure there was no actual physical pain, just shame and embarrassment. Still, a pretty jacked up way of doing things. This was a public school, circa 1980.

 

Then I switched to Catholic school in 2nd grade. There was no corporal punishment, however, those nuns played some terrifying psychological games. Hell, I’d take the paddle over Sister Jane Marie’s coffee breath all up in my grill any day.

 

I guess the Catholics advanced before the public schools did in the 60's.

 

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On 1/23/2020 at 8:48 AM, SlimShady'sGhost said:

 

remember these?

 

paddle_29657159_ver1.0.jpg

 

 

My Junior high shop teacher had "Mr. Ash". It was a friggin Louisville Slugger that he planed down into a paddle. He had broken/crackedit at least once, so the business end was wrapped in fiber glass. That dude was a dick, but also kind of a cool mofo. He did teach us all to crush the other man's hand when you shake hands. We were going to some wood skills event, and he wanted us to shake hands with one other teacher there, I guess to show how tough his kids were.

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On ‎1‎/‎23‎/‎2020 at 11:23 AM, 4_kidd_4 said:

 

Yep, I vividly remember the principal of my first elementary school having a paddle shaped and painted like a tennis racket proudly on display.

 

One time in kindergarten, our whole class had to march down to his office to watch a classmate get “paddled”.  The kid bawled his eyes out, but in hindsight I’m pretty sure there was no actual physical pain, just shame and embarrassment. Still, a pretty jacked up way of doing things. This was a public school, circa 1980.

 

Then I switched to Catholic school in 2nd grade. There was no corporal punishment, however, those nuns played some terrifying psychological games. Hell, I’d take the paddle over Sister Jane Marie’s coffee breath all up in my grill any day.

 

Probably a fine group of well mannered people from that class !!

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