Comments on: Boys Will Be Boys

By: Colin

Colin — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 14:56:52 +0000

Thats flippin awesome. It reminds me of my 7th grade english class where me & my one buddy were told we needed to b more creative by the teacher, so that we did. We wrote notes back & forth seeing who could insult each other the worst. Anyway we were smart enough to rip up all the evidence afterwards but my teacher ended up finding a small scrap of paper that said Fuck w/ my hand writing. Being that i went to private Catholic school @ the time, the Gustapo nuns strong armed me to the principals office in about 30 seconds flat. I was just happy it was the earlier years of nuns but that didnt stop a couple smacks to the back of the head. Ehhhh the memories

By: Darren

Darren — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 14:43:17 +0000

Pat, i didn’t know about the gas being siphoned out of your car….that’s actually kind of fucked up. The stink bomb in your basement, you have to admit, was AWESOME. Your grandmother put some Italian curse on me or something, I think i pooped blood for a week.

By: Darren

Darren — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 14:36:46 +0000

Anthony, I agree. Mifsud just wasn’t right. He retired last year. I taught with him last year and during my first year at the school. I actually worked detention with him (2-hr) twice a week. I want you to imagine spending 2 hours talking to someone with dementia. It was as surreal as you would think. Over the summer, I was driving by the old Roosevelt building, and OF COURSE i saw him with NO shirt on, standing on the corner of 23rd and Cranberry TALKING TO JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES. I actually stopped and rolled my window down to see what they could be saying. It was absolute nonsense.

By: Patrick Mazzone

Patrick Mazzone — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 09:20:02 +0000

This is a funny story, because i remember it…as i’m reading it i’m thinking “man, i know what he’s going to say next” the “Poop heads” are one of my main memories form high school. Sleeping in my bed at 5am on a Sunday hearing PPOOOOOOPPPPP!!! being yelled at the top of you’re lungs when you’re on your paper route, having the gas siphoned out of my car, Stink bombs set off in my basement… yep, poopheads in full effect. and i was considered the bad one. man! all and all it is funny to look back on.

By: Anthony Letto

Anthony Letto — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 06:44:50 +0000

I can only think of a few stories that compare to this.

When I was in 2nd grade, attending Sacred Heart, I was REALLY into Mortal Kombat. I was also into doodling. I had a notebook dedicated to Fatalities, and they were bloody, but I used a red crayon, you sick fuck. And this was intercepted by the school counselor one day. She was pretty disturbed.

In 8th grade, Mr. Mifsud intercepted a note I was writing. You may recall, Mr. Mifsud was a massive piece of shit douche. So, as the only kid who passed his tests (seriously) I wrote a note about how much he doesn’t teach, how worthless a human being he is, and in my infinite maturity, I called him gay. The next class, he addresses everything I wrote in the note, except for my accusations regarding his sexuality. He also designated me as the person who writes my own notes on the board, since I was the only person passing the tests.

Wow, I can go on about Mr. Mifsud for a while.

The only reason anyone ever passed his class was because he just assigned grades, a 98 here a 99 there. I mean, I know this for a fact, my friends were getting 50s on tests and getting a 100 in the class. And then, in the Last Will and Testament, I bequeathed my “pity to the future student’s of 111,” and he stopped me in the hallway and tells me his students have the best average grades in the school. Bullshit, man I hated him. But I digress…