Rem700 Making things right – FREE VIPER w/3-9x40IR Scope

Many years ago, when I was young and stupid, I taught for LAUSD. I had inherited a set of 7th grade classes from a guy who had been accused of inappropriate behavior with a female student. His grade book wasn’t complete but it seemed to reflect that the female students had significantly better grades than the males. Almost as soon as I had taken over these classes, progress grades were due. So, I used his grades. (I was in effect lazy and did not take the initiatve to check his grades. It never dawned on me that he was being irresponsible with his grade book).

One of the male students, and several of his friends, stopped me outside of the counseling office during nutrition break. The kid told me that I had made a mistake in giving him a failing grade, and that his mother wasn’t happy with him at all. I told him that I was using the previous teacher’s grades. But again, the student asserted that I had made a mistake; respectfully and politely.

This bothered me. So over the weekend I recalculated the young man’s grade and sure enough…he actually had a “C”, not an “F”. I immediately called his mother and told her of the mistake asked her to cut the kid some slack. The next logical step was that if the previous teacher screwed up with this kid, who else had he done this to? So, I set about the task of recalculating 210 grades! That’s five math classes with 35 kids in each class and a homeroom with another 35. (So that you fully get the picture, that’s a subject grade, a work habits grade, and a cooperation grade…three grades per student for the math classes and two grades per student for the homeroom class). I found six students who had been given lower grades than what they had actually earned.

Monday I quickly filed the change of grade forms before school started that morning. Then during the day, I made the announcement to each class that in deed there had been some mistakes and that I had straightened them out. To the six kids who were directly impacted, I made a public apology and assured them that I had taken care of the errors…and of course that it wouldn’t happen again.

That was five years ago and I still choked up when I think of how the kids of L.A. get the dirty end of the stick from adults who are paid to put their health, safety, and welfare before their selfish desires. There are however, and it must be said, MANY MORE GREAT TEACHERS WHO GIVE OF THEMSELVES FREELY WITHOUT REGARD TO COMPENSATION. THESE ARE THE PROFESSIONALS WHO WE DON’T HEAR ABOUT…BUT WE SHOULD 😀

At the bar one night, I decided to pinch a chick on her ass.

Ended up dating her for a year, and almost ended up in the Funny Farm because of it.

Damn, was I ever sorry about that pinch.

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Yeah, your right!
Most of my money I spent on Gun’s and Spirits and Women! 😀

The Rest I just wasted! 😉

That’s why I don’t port cylinder heads any more!!! 👿

ROFLMAO!

That is some funny shit there Lama!!!

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If crow never posts again we know what happened. 😛

Here’s mine, kinda funny. Definately a screw up.

I was helping my uncle in his little shop. It’s an average sized building and they sell lots of random stuff. One thing they have is a small selection of animals (cats, dogs, fish, etc.) at the store. Well one day they got an order of fish in, the normal way to open the fish box is to take the box cutter and make the blade barely poke out, and cut the tape. Turn the box upside down and just dump the little bags of fish on the ground. No big deal. Well this day, I was doing just that. Cut the tape, turn it upside down, and dump the bags out. I turned it upside down, shook it a little, and poof…..

APPARENTLY someone had mislabeled the box at some point or another. This was not a bunch of fish in little bags. NOOOOOOO not at all. This is a box with 250 little white mice. And I’m not talking computer mice. So I dump this thing out, and these mice hit the floor and take off in every direction. I reacted well. I think I screamed like a little girl and jumped on a counter because they started to run up my legs, and obviously what seemed at the time like a million mice was NOT what I expected to come out of the box. But anyways, these things go everywhere. Under every cabinent and in every hole in the wall. Every nook and cranny had mice.

After seeing a frenzy of mice coming from the storage area, (which when they got in the main part of the store I heard lots of female customers screaming as they quickly exited the building) my uncle came back and obviously had a few questions to ask. So I explained the whole thing to him, and he said it was ok, but I was on rat duty. We set up about 30 mouse traps in that place. Every night I set them, every morning I cleaned up all of the little flat mice. Which all 30 some were pretty much tripped every night for most of the summer. That was LOTS of fun.

For the next year, whenever you moved something you would almost always have a little white mouse run out from under it.

That was a lot of little white mice.

OOOPS! NEver Mind…. 😳