Usually I write landmarks that seem controversial, and naturally cause a form of two opinions, and I'm in the middle. Of course, you all know my misconceptions and I, so there's no point elaborating the long-gone past. Instead, I decided to add something new to this landmark. If you people are nice, bold and intiative enough - it could change Hatrack forever.
We'll get to that later.
I also hate doing a 5-page landmark where I already miss the outline of such a post. So I'm doing this - again - as an active landmark: if you've got any questions - I'll answer, but I won't post all the dramatic, traumatic and triumphant moments of life - I'll just summarise my brief life.
BIRTH: I know very little about that time. I was born on the 16th of May 1990, and I was told I didn't even cry when the "Mohel" did his deed... I was a happy child and it remained so for several years.
KINDERGARTEN: Several of those; I had a great time in them all and got along well with everyone. Again, I remember very little from that time, and for much after that. It was around age 3 that I started reading books.
FIRST GRADE: I got married. Only found out on Thursday - but at least to a stunning girl *wink*. I didn't do much, since I knew maths at the level of fifth grade and I used English books of sixth grade. I really can't think of what I learned in that period; but I needed to develop social skills, so I never skipped a grade.
SECOND GRADE: Can't remember much, except I always was in the higher groups when the class split up so (it pissed me off at the time, I always got the same grades for harder work). We had a great teacher.
THIRD GRADE: Most of my good friends left school and the rest started teasing and tormenting my life. Thing is, it kept on for around 6-8 hours a day. I couldn't stand that, and after a while I Freudianically made that period of life a traumatic event. Back until those days I never dared open my mouth, after that I started being violent, arrogant, careless, unsympathetic, profane, destructive and the included. I still haven't corrected all the flaws, but I'm working on it, mostly.
FOURTH GRADE: I left school, and went to another one. I lost contact with everyone from the old school, because I left with a bitter feeling of a victim.
FIFTH GRADE: First crush, boring schoolyear. We got a scary math teacher.
SIXTH GRADE: Big tests, a new - overly perverted kid - comes to school. He molested desks, measured his penis while sitting next to me (in the middle of MATH lesson), and then asked me to verify. I told him to bugger off because I'm not looking down there. That was the main theme around sixth grade - getting away from him. Oh, and the crush (yup, 2 years) eventually crushed me - and not because I was rejected or anything.
SEVENTH GRADE: Junior high, Bar-Mitzvah; teachers telling us this will be a hard year. We studied 5 math-books in one year, and they were right.
EIGTH GRADE: We are told about the high school, and we learn that we were vacating until now. Three major tests a week, many lesser ones, and several papers a semester.
NINTH GRADE: I join Hatrack.
I wrote this in 5 minutes, so any questions are more than welcome. I will be a little less harsh in my replies here.
As for the Hatrack change, I opened a Website, which is still under construction. However, the forum is all ready - and all you need to do is go here. I'm telling you, we need people like you there to make the Website succeed, and it's much more focused than Hatrack.
Are you living with her? Divorced? Or just saying you're divorced? I'm confused. First grade, that means age 6-8 right? How old were you? Did you agree or were you forced into it? Too many questions I have I'm afraid.
You know what? Talking like Yoda isn't as much fun as I thought it would be.
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No, we live seperately. In fact, I'm not quite sure where she lives, as I haven't seen her in about 7-8 years. She says we're divorced, I want proof; I'm not giving up marriage like that. First grade means 6, unless it was after 16/05/1997, where I was 7. If I was forced it was purely out of social pressure, not that I have anything to complain about. You ask not too much.