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don
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The Story of My Life, Part I
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Feb 10 00:25 UTC 2000 |
Many of you have asked in the past about part I of the Story of My Life. What
has been posted so far is part II, and until today, none of part I was
committed to paper. A short mental exersize in English class and I pounded
out the first bit of it, albeit without an introduction (that'll come some
time later) You'll notice that the main difference in the parts is their
tone; Part I is sappy and depressive, and talks about these girls I had
a crush on in middle school. Part II is upbeat and humorous, talking about
the crazyness of life in high school -- you can read it in summer agora, items
106 and 119. As always, comments on anything are greatly welcomed. And
without further ado, here's the beginning to part I.
The (Unabridged) Story of My Life
Part I
By Don Joffe
Chapter 1: Anne
THE BEGINNING OF MY LIFE
One day back in October of '95, my sixth-grade year, I was sitting on
the bleachers on the far side of the track at my school, sitting with a friend
of mine. Anne was walking along the track with her little group of friends.
As they neared, she separated from them and stomped up the bleachers, with
a pained expression of rage on her face. She came up to me, and I heard her
immortal (to me) words:
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?" I asked innocently.
"Ohh, come on, Don, you know what I mean. Is it true?"
Deep breath. Then, "That I like you? Yes, it's true."
Her pained expression of hate became a hateful expression of pain,
accompanied by a mouth-clenching groan. She marched down the bleachers and
began to scream in anguish.
As the teachers on lunch duty herded us up the stairs to the building,
she began to taunt me, calling out my name maliciously.
I walked into my history class, sat down, and lowered my head to face
my desk. Water blurred my vision, and a solitary teardrop slid off my eye and
fell onto the desk. I knew at that point that my life had just changed
forever; it had begun.
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md
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response 1 of 13:
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Feb 10 03:32 UTC 2000 |
Yeah yeah yeah. Her name was Susan in my case,
and it was 8th grade. Bfd.
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md
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response 2 of 13:
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Feb 10 03:38 UTC 2000 |
[I don't mean to sound uncaring. Put it
this way: you always want What You Can't
Have, and one day the current version of
What You Can't Have will climb into the
back seat and go down on you. Then all
will be well. Patience, my son.]
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hhsrat
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response 3 of 13:
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Feb 10 21:16 UTC 2000 |
(agora32 <--> hangout 8) (Don, since you requested the rest of the
story linked, I thought I'd link this part too)
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don
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response 4 of 13:
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Feb 11 00:36 UTC 2000 |
Great. Thanks!
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bdh3
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response 5 of 13:
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Feb 11 06:40 UTC 2000 |
"You don't always get what you want, but just somehow, you get what you
need" And then you find out that having is not quite the same as
wanting. And then you get a little older and look back and think
"Ewwwww, yuck".
Be most careful what you wish for, the gods just might curse you with
it.
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n8nxf
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response 6 of 13:
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Feb 11 13:21 UTC 2000 |
bdh3's got the right!
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janc
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response 7 of 13:
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Feb 11 18:05 UTC 2000 |
Hmmm. I think I was in the fifth grade when a girl named Judy tackled
me on the playground, sat on me, and declared that she was going to
marry me someday. I was not wholely displeased with the notion, but she
never followed through on the threat or showed any further interest in
me. In a way, this too hinted at a pattern for my later life. I was
too massively shy to approach women much, and it was almost 30 years
before another woman successfully tackled me.
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orinoco
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response 8 of 13:
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Feb 11 19:36 UTC 2000 |
<grins>
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jazz
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response 9 of 13:
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Feb 12 00:46 UTC 2000 |
The moral of this story is, girls, ask. Or, guys, ask, and when they
say no, ask again.
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remmers
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response 10 of 13:
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Feb 12 18:15 UTC 2000 |
Wouldn't that be harrassment? "No means no" & all that.
<remmers is amusing himself picturing Valerie tackling Jan on
the playground and sitting on him>
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jazz
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response 11 of 13:
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Feb 12 21:59 UTC 2000 |
Asking isn't harassment, in and of itself. Asking repeatedly in the
face of requests to stop is.
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bdh3
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response 12 of 13:
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Feb 13 09:29 UTC 2000 |
re#11: Oh Really, and to use your standards Mary Wilson would never have
been born. To paraphrase a US Supreme Court Justice talking about
pornography, "I don't know how to define it, I just know it when I see
it". A lesson the 'politically correct' ought to think about.
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jazz
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response 13 of 13:
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Feb 13 12:40 UTC 2000 |
Eh, how's that Beady? You asked whatshername repeatedly after she told
you to stop?
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