I got an earfull from my foster kids deputy principal today as I stated the obvious, that my foster kids going to get his arse kicked by his hoodlum buddies and there isn't a thing we can do to stop it, they are convinced they can some how keep him safe (by transfering him out of their school of course).
Do what my dad did, teach your kid how to fight to win. the rules go out the window when its 3 or 4 on one, and as he taught me, if I'm going to hell, I'm gonna make sure I have a proper escort, and one of those escorts is going to whine to Satan that I'm a dirty fighter.
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Read this earlier. Love how it mentioned that "it wasn't the first incident" as in, that somehow justifies it. Crap like this will doom us.
Very unrelated, but applicable a bit. They did an experiment in England. They advertised for months on TV, radio, and in the papers, that a certain traffic light in a busy intersection would be disabled on a certain day making the intersecion uncontrolled. What it did, was make people pay more attention, and people were very courteous, but traffic managed to move very well.
Now traffic lights are certainly necessary, especially in our big urban centres. However, that experiment was proof, that if you throw responsibility out the window, people (adults, AND children) stop giving a flying truck. When you made people responsible, they were.
I was a small kid growing up. Nobody would let me play red rover, because it would allow the game to last for hours. Always the last kid picked for soccer, until one year I learned to be fast (made by way to second last). With that established, that parent who complained, is a...two words: An all purpose word, usually 4 letters, with "ing" on the end, making it 7, followed by a word that can be a synonym for a feline sometimes.
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Do what my dad did, teach your kid how to fight to win. the rules go out the window when its 3 or 4 on one, and as he taught me, if I'm going to hell, I'm gonna make sure I have a proper escort, and one of those escorts is going to whine to Satan that I'm a dirty fighter.
My guy deserves a beating frankly, it is the logical consequence for acting like a gangster, fronting up about a grands worth of weed, smoking it away then running to the teachers when they want to get paid and threaten him.
The first day when I got called into the school to be told how these dreadful boys had threatened my guy it was all I could do to not blurt out 'you went to the teachers, what the hell were you thinking!'
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I remember during elementary school, soccer balls, footballs, etc got banned for a few days. I think it was because to many fights/arguments, etc were being started.
This paranoid emphasis on safety is one of the reasons that childhood obesity is on the rise. People are so afraid of their children, or other people's children getting injured that they would prefer they not play at all, unfortunately this just sets trends for their later life. I realize that this was instituted in a Jr/Sr High, but that's not much better. We should be moving towards a more active lifestyle trend, and making sure these young people are getting the activity and the knowledge that will help to keep health care costs down, as opposed to making it seem like sports of all kind are bad. I guess people won't get the message until we're all like the severly obese people, that get to float around on their floaty chairs in Wall-E.
Random sports set up by my young friends and I were amazing.
We used to set up for corners with jackets/bags and have a royal rumble, almost every lunch time recess. The object was just to push them outside the limits of the "ring". The cute girls judged!
Man we used to do the same with this weird metal bar we had outside our school. I think it might have been for scrapping off your boots, but the top bar that you'd grab with your hands was about the right height for a wrestling ring "rope" to a 4th grader. So we'd all have little mini royal rumbles trying to force eachother over this metal bar. Teachers never stopped us.
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Our mantra
Chicks dig scars
Pain is temporary
Glory is forever
Daddy's belt, mamas drapes Standin' tall on the backyard shed Lookin' cool in my superman cape I told the neighbourhood girls Said hey y'all, watch this My fate was a broken arm And my reward a one day kiss When daddy asked me why I did it I made him laugh out loud when I told him Cause the chicks dig it
Scars heal... glory fades And all we're left with are the memories made, oh yeah Pain hurts, but only for a minute Yeah life is short so go on and live it Cause the chicks dig it
Oh yeah Mmmm
Black top road, learner permit Thought I was earnhardt Drivin' fast, but I didn't see the ditch Took out a mailbox, then a fence, then a barn The police came and called my father But I met the farmer's daughter And when the judge asked me why I did it He threw the book at me when I told him Cause the chicks dig it
Scars heal... glory fades And all we're left with are the memories made, oh yeah Pain hurts, but only for a minute Life is short so go on and live it Cause the chicks dig it
Oh yeah Ohh, oh
Just throw caution to the wind my friend And then sit back and watch your life begin, cause
Scars heal... glory fades And all we're left with are the memories made Yeah pain hurts, but only for a minute Yeah, life's short so go on and live it Cause the chicks dig it
Scars heal... glory fades And all we're left with are the memories made Pain hurts, but only for a minute Yeah life is short so go on and live it It don't matter if you lose or if you win it Hey the chicks dig it Oh yeah Chicks dig it Mmm The chicks dig it Ah, hey, aw yeah The chicks dig it
I got this scar when I was three years old showing off for the girl next door On my tricycle And the on over my eye, well I got that back in '82 jumpin' off the train Tressele bridge But I got the girl, hah, oh The chicks dig it!
We had a game, called bodycheck, that we played at recess/lunch in the soccer field. It was every man for himself, and the goal was to just hit the crap out of each other. Elbows, headshots, and knee-on-knees were common and encouraged. It lasted about 2 weeks, until one kid had some broken ribs. But we still snuck in a game or two when the teacher wasn't looking.
We had a game, called bodycheck, that we played at recess/lunch in the soccer field. It was every man for himself, and the goal was to just hit the crap out of each other. Elbows, headshots, and knee-on-knees were common and encouraged. It lasted about 2 weeks, until one kid had some broken ribs. But we still snuck in a game or two when the teacher wasn't looking.
We developed full contact Basketball, it got banned once one of the kids broke his arms. The good old days when safety wasn't a massive priority.
we played Warball... basically jackpot, but once you caught/picked up (dead or alive) the football you were fair game to be tackled by anyone and you got points for how far you ran the ball back. That game hurt! It was awesome
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We had a game, called bodycheck, that we played at recess/lunch in the soccer field. It was every man for himself, and the goal was to just hit the crap out of each other. Elbows, headshots, and knee-on-knees were common and encouraged. It lasted about 2 weeks, until one kid had some broken ribs. But we still snuck in a game or two when the teacher wasn't looking.
Holy hell this game was the best.. especially on a slippery patch of ice.
In my elementary there were also a lot of "fights in the 'bowl' after school" (silver springs). When I was in grade 5 we weren't allowed to go to Camp Horizon with the grade 6s because we were basically at war all year.
There was also some pretty epic tobaganning in the school yard. Trying to crazy carpet standing up was fun - the teachers let that go until a kid got pretty badly concussed.
