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Cycleguy007
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Band Camp! 
No seriously... I was in the Stage band (saxophone...) and we went on some EPIC trips...
There was a stage band competition at Mohawk College... and after we were eliminated... a bunch of us met up with some girls from Kitchener and got drunk in one of the "off the beaten track" bathrooms. :drunk:
Then there was the epic trip to Ottawa... I was rooming with one of the other guys, and his GF "just happened" to be rooming with my GF, so obviously we switched (so that we each had our own GF at night time...)!
That was a great weekend and our teacher and chaperon never clued in! LOL That was a great trip... a bunch of us snuck out and hopped a couple taxis to a strip bar in Hull! LOL It was very cool, cuz we took the girls with us!
Oh, and then there's the exchange trip to Essex High School... (near Windsor). They came to see us first and I met a trumpet player from there, we hooked up, and I couldn't wait to go see them a few weeks later at their school! We hit it off pretty well, did school/ band stuff during the day and then fun stuff at night, e.g. roller skating, drive in theater, school dance etc. It was pretty cool because we had "billets" where we stayed with other kids from their school... and they were a pretty cool bunch! (Well for band geeks I suppose... :shock: But again, the stage band players were the "cool kids" as far as band geeks go! :roll: LOL)
Good times...
(Haven't picked up a sax since though! LOL)
No seriously... I was in the Stage band (saxophone...) and we went on some EPIC trips...
There was a stage band competition at Mohawk College... and after we were eliminated... a bunch of us met up with some girls from Kitchener and got drunk in one of the "off the beaten track" bathrooms. :drunk:
Then there was the epic trip to Ottawa... I was rooming with one of the other guys, and his GF "just happened" to be rooming with my GF, so obviously we switched (so that we each had our own GF at night time...)!
That was a great weekend and our teacher and chaperon never clued in! LOL That was a great trip... a bunch of us snuck out and hopped a couple taxis to a strip bar in Hull! LOL It was very cool, cuz we took the girls with us!Oh, and then there's the exchange trip to Essex High School... (near Windsor). They came to see us first and I met a trumpet player from there, we hooked up, and I couldn't wait to go see them a few weeks later at their school! We hit it off pretty well, did school/ band stuff during the day and then fun stuff at night, e.g. roller skating, drive in theater, school dance etc. It was pretty cool because we had "billets" where we stayed with other kids from their school... and they were a pretty cool bunch! (Well for band geeks I suppose... :shock: But again, the stage band players were the "cool kids" as far as band geeks go! :roll: LOL)
Good times...
(Haven't picked up a sax since though! LOL)
Actually, believe it or not, I have great memories of highschool. None of the hazing or bullying you hear about these days.....
Some of the best memories:
Taking off after auto shop to boyd park on the first hot day of spring, the shop teacher catching us, and telling us not to drink and drive and to have fun......
Going to get my motorcycle after school and my buddies had wheeled it down into the auto shop stairway...when I fired it up to try and force the door open the shop teacher came out and said "what the hell are you doing"?? I said "some of the guys put my bike down here, I'm just trying to get it out"...then holding the door for me lol
"getting" the most hated physics/math teacher in the school. I learned a lot from that teacher. The way he taught just meshed with the way my mind worked. No matter what he was explaining, I understood completely. Aced all the classes he taught. (and get your mind outta the gutter you pervs).
Worst memory:
Wrapping my motorcycle around a telephone pole right in front of the school at lunch time and having 100 students stand up and applaud. 2 buddies were there and picked me up. I was in a rush to get back to class because a big exam was going to be given. I made it to class, bruised, bleeding, banged up. I was bleeding so bad from a knee wound my running shoe squelched when I walked......the Prof took one look at me and wouldn't let me take the exam and sent me to the school nurse who sent me to the hospital......(I was famous or infamous lol that year).....Yeah, I did leave a bloody footprint leading into the class.....
Some of the best memories:
Taking off after auto shop to boyd park on the first hot day of spring, the shop teacher catching us, and telling us not to drink and drive and to have fun......
Going to get my motorcycle after school and my buddies had wheeled it down into the auto shop stairway...when I fired it up to try and force the door open the shop teacher came out and said "what the hell are you doing"?? I said "some of the guys put my bike down here, I'm just trying to get it out"...then holding the door for me lol
"getting" the most hated physics/math teacher in the school. I learned a lot from that teacher. The way he taught just meshed with the way my mind worked. No matter what he was explaining, I understood completely. Aced all the classes he taught. (and get your mind outta the gutter you pervs).
Worst memory:
Wrapping my motorcycle around a telephone pole right in front of the school at lunch time and having 100 students stand up and applaud. 2 buddies were there and picked me up. I was in a rush to get back to class because a big exam was going to be given. I made it to class, bruised, bleeding, banged up. I was bleeding so bad from a knee wound my running shoe squelched when I walked......the Prof took one look at me and wouldn't let me take the exam and sent me to the school nurse who sent me to the hospital......(I was famous or infamous lol that year).....Yeah, I did leave a bloody footprint leading into the class.....
SneakySnake
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tboy said:
Poor bike :no:.
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blissful
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Realizing, the boredom of it , quitting traveling, going back, realize the boredom of it again, quitting, traveling. Then finally realizing I need the damn thing. I was glad I was bored because I would not have traveled across Canada at 16 and the next time I would not have travel to a country where there were beaches, an older woman to learn from and other women to have fun with.
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Jesus Quintana
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Fondest memories
First Car, first girlfriend, laying a beating to the school bully and giving him a "Rose Bowl", 70 cent drafts and $1 tequila shots at the Brunswick.
First Car, first girlfriend, laying a beating to the school bully and giving him a "Rose Bowl", 70 cent drafts and $1 tequila shots at the Brunswick.
Blank_Dave
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I guess my "fondest" memory would be taking 3rd in the school in the Pascel Math Contest. In an honours math class with all honour students, so needless to say I was the dumb one.
Teach gets up "First place is (Tibetan student). (Big surprise) Second place is (insert name here)...." Whole class is looking around to see who would be third, and the teacher milked it. "And third place is........Dave." Every head in the room turned to me, and everyone's jaw dropped. I mean how dare a guy with a mid 60s average beat out 27 honours students in a math contest!!
Kinda sad isn't it?
Here everyone's recalling their first cars, first girlfriends, first lays.....And I'm recalling a math contest. Kind of goes to show what my social life was like.
Teach gets up "First place is (Tibetan student). (Big surprise) Second place is (insert name here)...." Whole class is looking around to see who would be third, and the teacher milked it. "And third place is........Dave." Every head in the room turned to me, and everyone's jaw dropped. I mean how dare a guy with a mid 60s average beat out 27 honours students in a math contest!!
Kinda sad isn't it?
Here everyone's recalling their first cars, first girlfriends, first lays.....And I'm recalling a math contest. Kind of goes to show what my social life was like.
Nothingtodo
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Buying my first and only used Camaro, had to put gas every second day but chicks digged it. Spend more money putting on mag wheels with shinny wheel chromes. Repainting etc... name it I did it.
