Ronnie Lott
#49erGang
Ok this started off funny, but the shyt turned demonic on some slave master whipping shyt
moms popping up at your school unappreciation thread
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Ok this started off funny, but the shyt turned demonic on some slave master whipping shyt
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Veteran
the worst is when ya dad show up 
Bad bad memories.taking the long way home after teach call yo peoples cuz u been actin up and u just wanna stall the inevitable beating
Me and my grade 8 teacher would get into it on almost a daily basis. And she'd do some savage shyt like call my father on his cell phone while he was downstairs in the car waiting to pick me up.
And of course I told y'all my high school homework note experience.
In general I had no respect for authority growing up. Never knew why
I was horrible.NoChillJones
Banned
Didnt have that type of moms...she wasnt bout to fukk up her money like that. Plus from middle school up teachers didnt really give 2 fukks. Students used to fight the teachers and shyt. Them mufukkas got in and got out. If you learned or didnt that shyt was on you
Parent teacher interviews were shyt, this cacs just spend the entire time shytting on youI hope Mr. K's heart explodes, fukking red face hypertension having cac.
Miles Davis
Prince of Darkness
What's dude name? These shyts being having me rolling.
dontreadthis
philly.
Man… smh I hated 5th grade. My grandpa was a teacher and this nikka wouldn't even have to do any investigation to know I was doing wrong.
Anything that happened, teachers would snitch or hate.
You know how everybody hid them progress reports or flushed them bytches? Not me, couldn't hit my parents with "Idk they aint come yet.
" Progress reports went straight to him so I couldn't hide a damn thing. So many ass whoopin's.
Anything that happened, teachers would snitch or hate.
You know how everybody hid them progress reports or flushed them bytches? Not me, couldn't hit my parents with "Idk they aint come yet.
" Progress reports went straight to him so I couldn't hide a damn thing. So many ass whoopin's.
I didn't really have these problems. The most I ever got were threats.
The problem for me was that I went to high school at the same place my mom and her brother/sisters did. So either they had taught my mom or coached her on the cheerleading team. So they'd be threatening to call my mom OR my grandmother. Knew them on a first-name basis and all that shyt.
The problem for me was that I went to high school at the same place my mom and her brother/sisters did. So either they had taught my mom or coached her on the cheerleading team. So they'd be threatening to call my mom OR my grandmother. Knew them on a first-name basis and all that shyt.
dontreadthis
philly.
can we discuss the horror that used to be Parent/Teacher conference day? made sure you were in all your classes that day, tryna be as studious as possible like it was gonna erase the whole last two months of inaction .
walking the hallways from one teacher's class to the next was the funniest part. you spot your friend and their parent and y'all don't even speak to each other, just meet eyes real quick as if to say "please help me". no words, like y'all wasn't just turning up in the lunchroom earlier that afternoon acting crazy. just a bunch of people walking around in silence and despair like it's Auswictz.
and how about the actual meeting themselves? the teacher chronicling every absence, every missed assignment, and you just hoping her laptop would shutdown so it can all be over. she start giving her constructive criticisms and they sound EXACTLY like the stuff your parent's already telling you, so it just makes you look worse. like did y'all meet before prior to this? if so why are we meeting again?? and then that ride home.............
. walking the hallways from one teacher's class to the next was the funniest part. you spot your friend and their parent and y'all don't even speak to each other, just meet eyes real quick as if to say "please help me". no words, like y'all wasn't just turning up in the lunchroom earlier that afternoon acting crazy. just a bunch of people walking around in silence and despair like it's Auswictz
.and how about the actual meeting themselves? the teacher chronicling every absence, every missed assignment, and you just hoping her laptop would shutdown so it can all be over. she start giving her constructive criticisms and they sound EXACTLY like the stuff your parent's already telling you, so it just makes you look worse
. like did y'all meet before prior to this? if so why are we meeting again?? and then that ride home.............
Vic Damone. Jr
Don't support the phonies, support the real
Wasn't really the type of kid to be bull shyting in class cause I knew that it'll be my azz on sight once I got home if I did. Put on punishments and got an azz whooping 
Only shyt I did get in trouble for was for grades and talking to the squad.
Mom started really doing that bullshyt once I got to the 9th and 10th grade.
Mom: I'll see you when I get off work,have a great day.
Me: Aight,love you.
*Gets to class thinking it'll be a normal day smiling ear to ear*
... *few class periods later*
My nikkas: "Zig,ain't that your mom?"
Me:
Nikka where?
*they point and I turn around*
Me:*
*
*walks over to her* Ma I thought you was at work?
Mom: I was but I left early.
Me: What's wrong,I'm getting picked up early?
Mom: Nope
I'm just up here to sit in your next class and then I'm going back to work. Now go ahead and go so you won't be late."
Me:
Aight. *walks back to my nikkas telling them what's up*
My nikkas: Damn
Couldn't do shyt at all when she sat in my classes being all buddy buddy with the teacher and my nikkas. Sat there the whole time
Trying to work yet knowing she was looking at me like a hawk just ready to embarrass a nikka. Her and my grandma both had me 
... Extra once I heard "imma call your dad" Knowing that nikka was at work busy or in the middle of kicking back chilling with his nikkas not wanting to be bothered unless it was mad important.
Only shyt I did get in trouble for was for grades and talking to the squad.
Teachers would be like "No talking!"
Me: "Okay"....
*few mins later/back to talking*
Teacher: Zig, go do *insert elementary conduct related thing here*
Me *
"I wasn't even the only one talking"
Teacher: "I don't care,I only heard you talking."
Me thinking this some bs while my nikkas and other classmates looking on like *
*
Some teachers that I had used to have had this thing that they'll do for our conduct which involved small notes that they wrote if you fukkked up in class which had to be signed by the parents or else
even more. So on days that I was being a smart azz, I got notes written down. Didn't even wanna look at what the teacher wrote due to being all and wondering what imma tell my mom to somewhat save me from an azz beating.
Mom: So how was school?
Me: Good... 
Mom: Good,what was your conduct grade for today?
Me *fukkk,right on the spot?* "Uhhh,I got an S."
...
Mom: "Why did you get an S?"
Me: "I don't know,guess I wasn't paying attention in class."..
Prob 60% of the lies I told as a kid up to age 9 or 10 was non believable due to my mom being on some CIA shyt and knowing every damn excuse
Anyway
Mom: Oh,well just pay attention in class *blah blah blah*
Me: Yes ma'am
Just when I think imma have a good azz rest of the day right after I did my homework....
*hops on the game*....
Mom: Zig!!!!
Me *Oh shyt* 
"Huh?"
Mom: Come here!!!!
Me:.... "Okay *please be about something else*... Yes?"
Like I said,my mom used to be on her CIA shyt. Somehow she got the conduct sheet and saw what I really got. Long story short, x10
Me: "Okay"
....*few mins later/back to talking*
Teacher: Zig, go do *insert elementary conduct related thing here*
Me *
"I wasn't even the only one talking"Teacher: "I don't care,I only heard you talking."
Me thinking this some bs while my nikkas and other classmates looking on like *
*Some teachers that I had used to have had this thing that they'll do for our conduct which involved small notes that they wrote if you fukkked up in class which had to be signed by the parents or else
even more. So on days that I was being a smart azz, I got notes written down. Didn't even wanna look at what the teacher wrote due to being all and wondering what imma tell my mom to somewhat save me from an azz beating. Mom: So how was school?
Me: Good
... Mom: Good
,what was your conduct grade for today?Me *fukkk,right on the spot?*
"Uhhh,I got an S."...Mom: "Why did you get an S?"
Me: "I don't know,guess I wasn't paying attention in class."
.. Prob 60% of the lies I told as a kid up to age 9 or 10 was non believable due to my mom being on some CIA shyt and knowing every damn excuse
Anyway Mom: Oh,well just pay attention in class *blah blah blah*
Me: Yes ma'am
Just when I think imma have a good azz rest of the day right after I did my homework....
*hops on the game*
....Mom: Zig!!!!
Me *Oh shyt*
"Huh?"Mom: Come here!!!!
Me:
.... "Okay *please be about something else*... Yes?"Like I said,my mom used to be on her CIA shyt. Somehow she got the conduct sheet and saw what I really got. Long story short,
x10 Mom started really doing that bullshyt once I got to the 9th and 10th grade.
Mom: I'll see you when I get off work,have a great day.
Me: Aight,love you.
*Gets to class thinking it'll be a normal day smiling ear to ear*
... *few class periods later*My nikkas: "Zig,ain't that your mom?"
Me:
Nikka where?*they point and I turn around*
Me:*
**walks over to her* Ma I thought you was at work?
Mom: I was but I left early.
Me: What's wrong,I'm getting picked up early?
Mom: Nope
I'm just up here to sit in your next class and then I'm going back to work. Now go ahead and go so you won't be late."Me:
Aight. *walks back to my nikkas telling them what's up*My nikkas: Damn
Couldn't do shyt at all when she sat in my classes being all buddy buddy with the teacher and my nikkas. Sat there the whole time
Trying to work yet knowing she was looking at me like a hawk just ready to embarrass a nikka. Her and my grandma both had me ... Extra once I heard "imma call your dad" Knowing that nikka was at work busy or in the middle of kicking back chilling with his nikkas not wanting to be bothered unless it was mad important.