When I was acting rebellious as a teen, my Dad used to threaten to take me downtown at midnight to see all the druggies and homeless people because "that's where you'll end up if you keep up with this attitude." He never actually did it though.
When I went drinking as a teen on a public holiday once, I left my bike (400€) in a street a few kilometers from home. I chained it, but my mom was furious to hear that I had left it in public on a day when nearly everybody's drunk. So the next day she agreed to drive me to this place and it was gone. I was shocked and I cried because it was expensive and I thought it had been stolen, when really she had just placed it right around the corner to teach me a lesson.
I didn't become a fuck up until after I graduated. The worst grade I got was in history class on an essay because the teacher didn't agree with me. I spent over an hr arguing with her and she finally ran out of excuses, said she was sick of my shit and said I deserved the grade for the argument. She then proceeded to veto my acceptance in the National Honor Society over it, which screwed up my NYU application and put me at St John's on a major I didn't want instead.
St. John's was fun and I learned a lot about myself, but the "what if" haunts me and I legit hate that woman.
yep. Also, she looks almost exactly like my own mom and I've gotten them confused from far away on multiple occasions. To this day my homie Sidhu, who was actually cool with her, finds it freaking hilarious.
St. John's was fun and I learned a lot about myself, but the "what if" haunts me and I legit hate that woman.