My friend had the 90s version and we burned ourselves numerous times. The fumes are also reasonably burned into my memory for some odd reason...
I had always been concerned about burning down a house. IIRC, my friend had accidentally melted all sorts of things playing with this thing and putting the metal mold on the wrong things (ie: Melting carpet).
This on top of certain issues with accidentally spilling the goop into fabric or on clothes and either leaving goop in it, or weird neon color stains being left behind. While fun, IMO the toy did have many different "ways this could go wrong" ranging from stains to burns.
Sure it's not as egregious as stuff like BPA in food containers, and I have really sweet white carpet rather than the orange, red and brown stuff they used to have everywhere...
Hey, does anyone remember that disgusting plastic smell, taste and burning feeling if they didn't properly wash certain water bottles in the 90s?
Do Chemistry labs in high schools still have free flowing gas? We would flip the handle on the gas and then light it to see how far we could shoot flames. We'd also see how hot you could make beakers and such before they shattered. With enough pressing the chem teachers would show us things like how to make contact explosives.
You used to be able to wander through construction sites without anyone batting an eye. Friends and I used to play "war" at nights in the middle of a community center that was in mid construction. I remember being with my parents as we went through new subdivisions. If they saw an interesting house under construction they would stop and wander through it.
Also anyone mention seat belts yet or bike/ski helmets?
Do Chemistry labs in high schools still have free flowing gas? We would flip the handle on the gas and then light it to see how far we could shoot flames. We'd also see how hot you could make beakers and such before they shattered. With enough pressing the chem teachers would show us things like how to make contact explosives.
You used to be able to wander through construction sites without anyone batting an eye. Friends and I used to play "war" at nights in the middle of a community center that was in mid construction. I remember being with my parents as we went through new subdivisions. If they saw an interesting house under construction they would stop and wander through it.
Also anyone mention seat belts yet or bike/ski helmets?
Man my folks did a lot of that.
I even did that when I would see an interesting looking house under construction.
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Remember when things didnt have warning labels?
This is your coffee, yes its hot. This is laundry detergent, it is not for eating. Yes, this appliance plugs into the wall and is full of electricity, dont use it in water.
I bought some plastic containers a few years ago and they have a warning label with a graphic of a baby with a line through it
I don't know if teachers still do this or how common it was but when I was in elementary school there was always a possibility of having your desk dumped if it got really messy and you couldn't find something. We had one grade three teacher that was notorious for dumping desks. I was in his grade 3 class, he was actually an awesome teacher and one of the best I've ever had, and one day he dumped 5 or 6 student's desks together and they had to sift through a big pile of stuff. It was great.
Great idea.
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Do teachers even yell at kids anymore? I had a few who could make you jump right out of your seat.
I am sure lots do. I save raising my voice for the one or two times a year I think I really need to make a point of something. Mostly it's subtle, quiet psychological warfare that is the most effective.
Do teachers even yell at kids anymore? I had a few who could make you jump right out of your seat.
I was thinking of this the other day.
When I was in elementary school if you were caught chewing gum in class the teacher would take your gum and stick it to your blackboard just slightly higher then your nose, and for the rest of the class you had to stand facing the board on your toes with your nose touching the gum.
I also remember the strap. I got that more then once in elementary school mostly for fighting because for some reason I loved fighting when I was a kid
I also remember I loved my Grade three teacher, but he had a major league pitching arm. If you were talking in class, he would in one moment pivot and fire a piece of chalk at you, and I swear it would whiz by your ear and explode against the wall behind you.
I also remember that your parents would have to bring you to parent teachers night. And the teachers wouldn't sugar coat what you were doing in class and where you were struggling. And I also remember the awkward rides home where my parents had a check list of things that I had to do to catch up and your parents had to sign off on everything.
I also remember this trip tot he principals office in Junior High, I had decided to grow my hair long, and I got called in for an academic consultation because I just wasn't a good student. He went through everything ripped me up and down, told me that my long hair made me look like a lazy idiot and that he was going to be watching my grades for the rest of the time that I was at his school.
It was crazy how hardcore nasty teachers used to be if you crossed them or disrespected them. The ear grab and escort out of the classroom was a favorite tactic of theirs.
Teachers also didn't step in and break up fights, they let us slug it out until we were too tired to continue and then stepped in.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
When I was in elementary school if you were caught chewing gum in class the teacher would take your gum and stick it to your blackboard just slightly higher then your nose, and for the rest of the class you had to stand facing the board on your toes with your nose touching the gum.
I also remember the strap. I got that more then once in elementary school mostly for fighting because for some reason I loved fighting when I was a kid
I also remember I loved my Grade three teacher, but he had a major league pitching arm. If you were talking in class, he would in one moment pivot and fire a piece of chalk at you, and I swear it would whiz by your ear and explode against the wall behind you.
I also remember that your parents would have to bring you to parent teachers night. And the teachers wouldn't sugar coat what you were doing in class and where you were struggling. And I also remember the awkward rides home where my parents had a check list of things that I had to do to catch up and your parents had to sign off on everything.
I also remember this trip tot he principals office in Junior High, I had decided to grow my hair long, and I got called in for an academic consultation because I just wasn't a good student. He went through everything ripped me up and down, told me that my long hair made me look like a lazy idiot and that he was going to be watching my grades for the rest of the time that I was at his school.
It was crazy how hardcore nasty teachers used to be if you crossed them or disrespected them. The ear grab and escort out of the classroom was a favorite tactic of theirs.
Teachers also didn't step in and break up fights, they let us slug it out until we were too tired to continue and then stepped in.
I don't think you are 10 years older than me (at most) and I've gathered that we grew up in the same neighborhood. I went to public school, possibly even the same schools you attended.
What you describe sounds like a completely different world/education system than the one I went through.
"The strap" was a vague threat that only kids talked about and nobody I knew ever saw it, let alone got hit with it. No teacher ever threw anything at a kid. We got called out for chewing gum and had to get rid of it but that was about it. There was no grabbing ears any of that.
I was no angel, and got hollered at and spent more than my share of time in the Principal's office or banished from class to sit like an idiot in the hallway, but damn, it sounds like you went to the same school Charles Dickens went to.
When I was in elementary school if you were caught chewing gum in class the teacher would take your gum and stick it to your blackboard just slightly higher then your nose, and for the rest of the class you had to stand facing the board on your toes with your nose touching the gum.
I also remember the strap. I got that more then once in elementary school mostly for fighting because for some reason I loved fighting when I was a kid
I also remember I loved my Grade three teacher, but he had a major league pitching arm. If you were talking in class, he would in one moment pivot and fire a piece of chalk at you, and I swear it would whiz by your ear and explode against the wall behind you.
I also remember that your parents would have to bring you to parent teachers night. And the teachers wouldn't sugar coat what you were doing in class and where you were struggling. And I also remember the awkward rides home where my parents had a check list of things that I had to do to catch up and your parents had to sign off on everything.
I also remember this trip tot he principals office in Junior High, I had decided to grow my hair long, and I got called in for an academic consultation because I just wasn't a good student. He went through everything ripped me up and down, told me that my long hair made me look like a lazy idiot and that he was going to be watching my grades for the rest of the time that I was at his school.
It was crazy how hardcore nasty teachers used to be if you crossed them or disrespected them. The ear grab and escort out of the classroom was a favorite tactic of theirs.
Teachers also didn't step in and break up fights, they let us slug it out until we were too tired to continue and then stepped in.
I recall one teacher that was physically abusive. He picked me up by my neck once and slugged one kid so hard he was winded. The vice principal that would give you a nugie if you were acting out of line. I was strapped at least three times, once causing blood. Now we certainly were misbehaving but today that kind of stuff would have ended their careers.
