I remember a group project I had in school and I was paired with people who used to bully me. They didn't contribute to the project and were leaving it to me to carry them through to a good grade because I was a straight a student. Instead, I calculated how much of an impact this project would have on my total grade if we all got a 0 on it, and after determining that I could easily maintain an A average on the class, I did nothing. When asked how the work was coming along, I told them that it was going well. The day of the project comes and we obviously don't have one to present. They all get angry at me and try to tell the teacher that when they asked me how the project was going that I lied and said it was going well. I admitted this to the teacher and said "If they had been helping me with the project, they would have known how it was going and wouldn't have needed to ask me about my progress on it." The teacher gave me another week to do a solo project and flunked the rest of my group.
If you use Google Drive to do your work, Google Drive actually keeps a log of who made what edits and who uploaded what document. Should save your ass if someone tries to blame you for griefing.
@@kos2919 if I end up in the army and the group could get railed for drinking I hope my ass remembers to get photos for all. So if one tries to bail THE ENTIRE SHIP GOES DOWN! so ya. Try to be that guy who don't go down with out the team.
The story at 15:00 reminds me of a guy who owned a car dealership. One day, he wondered why he wasn't getting any calls, and found out that the wife of the owner of a rival company was was a switch board operater and was rerouting the calls to her husband's business. So, he went and invented a system to automatically route calls, and put an entire industry out of business.
Worked at a bar, manager accused me of skimping tips and pocketing change. Coincidentally the accusations happen after just a day where people started noticing money going missing, and the manager was the only one who had access to it, apart from me. I knew the shit he tried to pull, word for word, no one will believe me, so i pulled a bluff. Told him, if he told people i stole money, I'd lose my job, I'd probably have to pay the money back, but i have videos of you flirting and going out with plenty of women, im sure your wife would love some of the videos. Dude choked up, retracted the report and put back the money. I still quit, but it was for school reasons only.
Never stick around someone who buckles to blackmail. It's obvious right then and there he's dishonest, and it will only ever get worse. Similarly, never work with a thief. You don't need to do anything ill or inappropriate... JUST get the f*** out. The thief will only spread the wreckage like a cancer. ;o)
@@gnarthdarkanen7464 is exactly right I’ve seen people who’ve been blackmailed do desperate things. Have ever wondered where CSI Miami and other crime shows get their stories, sometimes it’s from real life situations. People turn into animals when backed into a corner. And that’s why people should definitely not hang around a job like that to avoid future situations.
@@JackieDaytona01 When someone buckles to blackmail, it doesn't even have to be ABOUT something illegal, just embarrassing, and they're the weaker person for not going straight to authorities and simply requesting a little discretion if they can afford it... Most times, the detectives will at least try... They want the criminal element, and blackmail IS illegal... At any rate, it's a solid measure of the type of person you're working with or for. A "straight type" will "man up" and accept his or her consequences to stop the black mailer cold in their tracks. You don't want to work with the "other type"... ;o)
“Barry misread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread” -Updoot Everything
A sad one: 20 years ago, my Grandma was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer. Was given less than 6 months to live. Grandma had been given the same odds back in the 80's when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and she gave the same response to both doctors who gave her the bad news. "I'm going to beat this cancer or I'm taking it with me." And she fought. She fought hard. Several rounds of chemo and radiation made her lose her hair, almost a quarter of her body weight and was so weak and sick she couldn't get out of bed some days. But she never once complained. She always had a smile on her face and she would call me almost every day after school to ask me how my day was. As the cancer ravaged her body, she continued to make plans. She planned to come and see me perform in "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe" and promised to take me to see the first Sam Raimi "Spider-Man" film when it premiered. One Saturday, she was supposed to come and watch me play softball...but she called and said she was unable to go because of how weak she was. I was disappointed but told her I loved her and I would see her at my next game. She paused and said "I'll be there and I love you too." That was the last time I spoke to her. The following Monday, my Mom told me that Grandma had died that morning. At first, I couldn't believe it. She had treated her cancer like it was a bad cold, that she'd get over it. And I believed her. But now, thinking about that last phone call...I think she knew that she was about to die but didn't want to scare me. All these years later...she's still my hero. She fought. She fought hard and while she lost that battle, she never lost her fighting spirit.
"Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. Do not go gentle into that good night". Dylan Thomas. Not big on poetry but it seemed ever so appropriate.
The water story reminded me or a story of my own. Old friend of mine wanted to go canooing. I wasn't scared of the water, but another friend she invited. They're both from a school that abused me severely from K-6th grade so I have a lot of negative association with people I know from there, regardless if they bullied me or not. This girl, Sammy was off and on bully and wasn't the nicest to me on the canooing trip. I wanted to be alone in a canoo since we could rent two. Sammy wanted the same thing. She promised if I let her go first that she would let me have the canoo during the second half of the trip. I was stuck in the other canoo with my friend the whole time, she never gave it up and tried to blame me for letting my anger show. Whatever no big deal. She teased me several times about my trauma, which edged me closer to putting her in her place. The final straw happened when we found this cool plastic floating platform that all of us could chill on. Out of nowhere, she shoves me off the platform and into the water. I didn't have my phone on me or anything, but the water was freezing and she made fun of me for having my guard down. I smiled and laughed along but inside I was seithing with anger and pent up rage. As soon as I got back on the platform I did the same to her, flinging her scrawny body into the water. She cried like a bitch and said that what I did was unfair and cruel. The friend who had invited me however, was laughing her ass off repeating the phrase "Karmas a bitch" over and over and over. Never felt so fulfilled in my life. Met her later down the road and her life had gone to shit.
if that kid had no problems with math and was being failed on purpose all he had to do was copy every piece of homework and have his aunt do the corrections/grade it to have proof she was full of shit.
I don't know how helpful it is, as time changes things... BUT I found out in High School (due to a paperwork fail...lolz) that I could CHALLENGE A CLASS... This means you handle the paperwork, and the office sets a date, when a supervisor (teacher/coach/just someone responsible) will give you the test and time you... It's the actual final test for the course... SO it's a "pass / fail" thing... If you pass, that test score is your total grade for the course... If you fail, THEN you take the class as normal, so it can't even count against you. I'd taken "Basic I" and "Basic II" Computer programming... This was supposedly an entry level to professional coding, so you were supposed to have already taken "Keyboarding" or "Typing"... Which I hadn't... They let me into the programming classes for a grade term before they realized, BUT I was already capable of keeping up (Just typing for years, owning an old mechanical Remington, and a similar typing class in 6th grade)... SO the guidance councilor helped me challenge the Typing class... AND at 90+ WPM with 99% accuracy, I basically blew their test out of the water. (apparently something like 60 WPM was an A)... In any case, all you need to do to get around that summer-school thing with a grievance against a teacher is get to the guidance office and ask to challenge the course. Explain that you suspect this grievance (unfairness) between you and the teacher, and you'd like a chance to redeem yourself... When you can pass or even "ace" the test after a "bad teacher" has failed you... yeah... that's when parents take the score to the school board (or aunt) and raise some hell... Teacher's not going to like the fallout for picking on a student. ;o)
@@gnarthdarkanen7464 I started to do similar at university. If you could challenge with references to the marking matrix you got back and try to show that anything ambiguous was in your favour you tended to get at least 5% of a grade bump with 10 minutes effort. I once got a grade bumped 15% moving me up to a HD. But that was a fairly unique situation where I'd asked my tutor and lecturer if I could make my essay a speech (as in written speech rather than presented) in a politics class. Due to how they randomly gave the assignments to the various tutors and lecturer, the other tutor got mine and didn't know what I was trying to do and it just looked like a really personal, casual, essay.
@@Badartist888 Yeah, I've helped a few college and uni' kids get through some of their classes by challenging, which works pretty well with Language Arts and Literature classes when they're basics (101 stuff) if you're still fresh out of High School... Student fees stack up through those classes for the books (unless you strictly go for Cliff Notes and accept 80% average)... BUT for about $100 and an hour and a half test-time, you can essentially take a passing grade and skip the class to something "of substance" for your major and/or minor. I'm kind of a fan of this advice for engineering students who prefer not to waste their time on Shakespeare... Being allowed to challenge courses has a LOT of service if applied strategically. I just wish more councilors and staff were forthcoming about it for students who struggle... ;o)
I'm a teacher. I can reverse that. Lazy kid in my class expected me to just give him an A+. He earned a B-. Kid complained, saying I was 'failing' him on purpose. In a meeting with mom, dad, HoD, VP, I showed A+ work from a fellow student, and then compared that to kid's work. To the untrained eye, you could clearly see it was inferior. Even HoD said I was generous in awarding him a B-, but I had other evidence to show he earned a B-. But in no way was it A+ work.Kid kept on challenging me for 3 whole years. Kid got more arrogant, and tried to officially complain about the SAT tests, because he did not get the score he needed to get into university FOUR times!!!
At a boarding school many years ago, the year before I attended. One of the rules was no alcohol was allowed. Well this one kid was caught drinking in his room and was sent to the headmaster with the consequence of being expelled. "Are you going to kick me out...?" "You bet I am! I've already called your parents and they will pick you up in about an hour." "Very well...." and then the kid just began listing names of ALL those he had been drinking with from the school, who had booze kept under their beds, who had broken into the kitchen some weeks before to steal wine and coffee and a lot more. Out of 30 boys that year I think 20 were kicked out.
@@misscyanic2484 Killdozer. Marvin Heemayer. I tend to believe his story than the town's side of the story. He might've been a little wackadoodle but they really did screw him. Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things.
I always hate the small town mentality because sooner or later they going to be corrupt. I bet those town councilmen still believe they're in the right even when the town is in ruin.
That whole scenario is literally after-school sitcom worthy. Just like those shows where the big kids always get caught and don't get away with anything.
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A boss threatened to have me fired if I reported how he mismanaged an insurance claim to the district manager. Rather than sign my resignation papers like he wanted, or wait for him to file my termination papers, I told him that if I no longer worked for the company, then I'd just have to notify the state insurance commissioner. He realized that while I would be out of a job, he'd be dealing with a ton of litigation from the client and the state.
Exactly. Most of the group project situations in the vid could had had a better ending if they told the teacher at the start or middle like the one around 28:00. Don’t be afraid to tell your teacher y’all.
Nope. It’s why if you have the opportunity to do it solo, and it’s not too much work, you take it. You don’t want other peoples work dragging you down. You don’t have to coordinate or anything, you know exactly how you want it
"you're in a group together, you get graded together. if someone isnt pulling their weight then make them pick up the slack no excuses" gotta love Zero Context teaching
Had been working at this place for five years, and had a rep for being a hard working reliable employee. The managers never gave me any grief about anything. This guy gets promoted to floor supervisor and starts getting after me for stupid little things. One day I was pulling pallets and moving as fast as I could because a delivery was late. Someone had put a pallet of stuff in front of the fire escape. Apparently I hit it and knocked a few things off without realizing it. Nothing was damaged, but some stuff was left on the floor. He confronts me asking if I had hit the pallet and not picked it up: which my answer was just yes. He scowled and told me to get back to work. Later the shift manager asked why I had broken a door, saying that he had been told I hit the pallet, knocking the whole thing over and hit the door, breaking it. This would have been impossible. So he said he would check the cameras. The floor supervisor was standing down the hallway glowering at me fists clenched as we had this conversation. Anyways nothing ever came of it, but the next shift I was taking sone trash to the compactor before lunch and he gets really pissed off, saying I should do it at the end of the shift all at once. Company policy is to clean your area of trash before every break. Now while carrying this bug ball of plastic my mask had fallen down off of my nose. I go throw the plastic in the compactor and pull my mask back up. I turn around to see hi. behind me and he shouts in my face about keeping my mask up: which it already was. I had had enough and told another superior he was doing this, threatening to write me up for following the rules in the company handbook. I told them about the pallet in front of the fire escape and they said they would deal with it. Now over the past few years I had been sending daily pictures to another shift manager, showing her all the health and safety rules that her shift was breaking. I even had a picture of the pallet in front of the fire escape. I had vented to her once that I had more pictures of Osha violations on my phone than all others combined, and that I was getting tired of dealing with it and thinking about leaving and sending the pics everywhere I could I I came in on a Monday and a friend of mine who had worked his way into management told me that everyone was freaking out; because the manager I had been sending pictures too had told the others, including the facility manager that I had enough evidence to get the company in trouble. The supervisor who was bothering me is not longer allowed to speak to me.
Anyone else wish there where contracts when doing group projects in school? They're whole "well in the real world you have to work together" speel is bullshit! In the real world you get fired! Or, you know, are related/doing the boss
When I was about 3 my older cousin decided he was going to throw me in the pool because I'm phobic & he was an asshole. He underestimated the cat-like agility and super strength of a mortally scared toddler. The incident ended with him screaming like a girl while my sister peeled me off him while prying my fingernails out of his skin. I'm not sure about the details, it's all a blur but he looked like he'd gotten in a fight with a tiny blender. It was described to me as what it might look like if one tried to shove a cat into a bucket of water. For visual purposes, I was about the size of the average 18 month old with spider limbs and he was a hefty 12 yr old and a huge asshole.
I have one of these. I did volunteer work for a very large anime convention near Chicago, to get a free place to sleep, and get my money back for my badge. I was not new to doing this, and had been doing it for years. Well one year the head of the volunteer department, who had been working with that con for about 15 years, decided she was not only going to refuse to give me, and the other 4 people that did this with me our money back, and ban us from the con for the next year. According to her we trashed the hotel room and stole the robes. When asked for proof of the accusations, she refused to give any. I asked to speak to her the Con Chair, her bosses boss, because I knew him pretty well, and had been out drinking with him that weekend. She said he knew and this ruling came straight from him. I finally said fine, whatever and left. Pretty much right after walking away from her I got in contact with the Con Chair, and he had no idea what I was talking about. The Con Chair paid me, and the rest of the volunteers from my room our money back out of his own pocket, and rescinded the bans, saying he would be investigating the issue. Turns out she had been taking the money she was supposed to give back to volunteers and pocketing it, and had been for years, while banning them to keep them from coming back, and possibly telling people what happened. A short time later, a mass email was sent out to everyone connected to the con saying she would no longer be with the con, or any of its affiliates. Have not seen her at all at any con since, and her replacement does the job much better. I don't tell many people who know who I am talking about this story, but the few that have heard it are always happy to know she got what was coming to her. Angel if you are still out there, you suck, rot in hell.
28:36 someone was stupid. All changes in google docs are saved with adnotation who did them. All those racial slurs would be neatly signed by someone else account. UNLESS whoever set it up was a complete and total idiot and got ONE account for whole project instead of sharing files between different accounts on one mother account.
My boss stole seven pounds worth of £1 selection boxes from work and then blamed it on the kid at the till saying it’s his fault for not paying close enough attention or some shit like that. Both got fired and after a month my boss got his job back but at another store, word spread FAST and he’s now known as the guy who stole selection boxes at his old place and got a kid fired
Lol here's mine: My first job ever was at my local Target. There was this one manager who right off the bat was pretty obviously two faced just from the warnings from others, but she had a degree, and had a picture of her with Obama she displayed prominently, and she clearly was feeling pretty full of herself. One day she calls me over and asks me to help her load something into the trash compactor in the back. I'm new so I've never actually used the trash compactor besides for just cardboard so I'm Like ok . When I see what she's trying to load I get iffy tho, it's a gazebo, a full fucking gazebo still in it's box, seems pretty risky to me. I'm new so I go over . I ask her if the trash compactor can handle something like this? She assures me it can , it's just so heavy she needs my help to lift it in, she's a manager and I'm new so I help her......not surprisingly the trash compactor cannot compact a steel gazebo lol, and breaks on the spot.the trash compactor is a very expensive piece of equipment so she's starting to get nervous. But Im like well I'm I did what you said, sorry it didn't work out, back to the sales floor for me. Well about an hour or so later as I am stocking shelves, as I round the corner, and oblivious to her I am right there behind a towel shelf in the home section, she's talking to the store manager and I clearly hear this bitch say "myname loaded a gazebo into the trash compactor and it broke" At that moment I knew I had to strike, like a Fucking meercat I popped up right behind her and said "yeah because you asked me too" and then she had to backpedal in front of the big boss 🤣🤣. She found employment elsewhere shortly after. Its been like 10 years since and I still consider one if the high points of my career. In the off chance she's reading this, you were the worst manager I ever had -really hope you finally grew the fuck up at some point!
Sparing with a friend he grabbed me from behind and choked me trying to bring me down. But since he's lighter than me I was a lot heavier, I just T-posed and body slammed him, almost killed him. He's alive don't worry. Edit: Spelling
@@lechking941 well I don't expect everyone to believe the story though the T-posing was the best description I could come up with. It was definitely better saying I was dabbing though.
I am never going to understand group projects in school, every time there’s that one kid who doesn’t do any work and the rest of us get a grade reduction because of it
I can't speak for all teachers but a teacher friend once told me that it's a way to get the lower scoring kids up to par with the rest (like socialized grades I suppose) making the teacher's overall scores look better. It's a shitty thing to do to those who work for their grades if that's the case 😬
@@MrsShocoTaco one time my English teacher told me that. I wanted to sit next to my best friend since we were allowed to choose where we were going to sit for the rest of the year. But she made me sit next to this boy just because I was a good student, so I could help him get better grades. 🙄 The next year she did the exact same shit and my grades were going down while his were going up. I hated it.
@@MrsShocoTaco teaching is the most overrated profession. The district I work in caved into the teacher's union's demands of a "deserved" 30% raise, when that kicked in every other department had to cut their budgets by 12-20% (depending on the department). I ended up losing 16% of my wage and many other similar positions had the same effect. As soon as you meet them as people and not as teachers their percieved morally elevated persona evaporates.
@@Lvl18Meep The teachers in our district tried that crap a few years ago. They would've gotten it had it not been pointed out by us patents that every single teacher drives 40k dollar vehicles, go to the most expensive restaurants in the area for lunch every day of the school year because "the school lunches are abominable" (they weren't wrong there) and their worst complaint was that a handful of them had to cancel their personal trainers... We are NOT a wealthy district.
I am a senior in college and I am dealing with a lot of mental health issues like: suicidal thoughts, major depression, and major anxiety. I am currently having to parent these other students and it is adding a lot of stress on to my already known problems. I have made deadlines and have set up assignments, so all they need to do is finish their parts on a weekly basis. Come first deadline and only one person finished their part. This is a 5 person group and when I try to ask what is happening they do not respond on the manner. When I first met everyone they seemed nice, but I guess that was too good to be true. I just hope it gets better, becuase I have too much going on at the moment.
Please talk to your professor and explain the situation. It won't get any better unless you do something. This is true about pretty much everything in life. Wishing you all the best.
I have a spin on the group project story. I was a "top 10 percent of my class" kind of kid, but the other two people I was put in a group with were the number 1 and 2 people in our entire class (and indeed come Senior year ended up as the Valedictorian and Salutatorian). So they assumed I was going to be the "load" especially since I was a poorer kid who had an afterschool job. I tried as much as I could to get in on the group work but they'd freeze me out saying "we don't need you slowing us down." So I just made a segment myself (we were doing ancient Egypt and they did some mythology and government etc and so I did a whole side thing on the architecture and engineering of the Kingdoms). Come presentation day we get up there and they give their whole spiel and the teacher is impressed. Well then they pull the whole "yeah but he didn't really do anything" speech to which I say "actually, I did, and if Mrs W will humor me I'd like to present my third of the presentation now." Teacher says go right ahead and I give a whole presentation with some models I made etc just as good as their stuff. Teacher is impressed and even kind of chews the two of them out for being judgmental snobs. We all ended up with A's and those two were always a bit less haughty toward me from that day onward.
I was legit drowning in a 5 feet pool (i'm 5'3") because I don't know how to swim, 3 of my friends were just laughing and only 1 was concerned but she too can't swim. Somehow two of those who were laughing were near me so I just pulled them with me. If I die, I'm not going alone.
The story with Becky. I wonder if that was my group. Assuming Becky is the girls real name. Bc this same exact thing happened to me. Girl kept not showing up and wouldnt answer. Then we would find her hanging out and purposely ignoring her phone.
I had a project where we had an assigned group of 4. We were to do a habitat assessment on a particular plot. We went out together once but nobody was prepared. One guy had the phone number of the other two so i just told him of group meetings and nobody would show. I did this like 4 or 5 times. This guy always confirmed he would tell the others. Well 2 days before the due date i went out alone and collected all the data. The next day i gave it to him in a huff cause i was irritated about my crappy group mates and told him that i just did the chuck of the work and i wasnt going to be in class on the due date and they had better finnish it. Then he drop the bomb on me that he joined his best friends group in the first week, had lied to me about notifying the other group members and he would in fact do nothing for the group he was assigned to be apart of, then gave me back all my data. My fury died, i was numb with shock. Next day rolls around and it turns out my group was panicking and told the teacher the truth, he talked to the other guy who proclaimed he joined another group against the teachers wishes thinking he was safe. Que a meeting in the office with the teacher the next week who riped that student a new one and me and the other members got an extension and proceeded to ace the assignment.
I once saw two kids were standing and drinking juice on the side of the pool, one kid pushed the other and spilled his drink. The other one laughed until he slipped on the wet floor and landed on the pool. I guess 'If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me' was took literally
In fifth grade we assigned to do a science project in a group of 4 two of the guys told me and my friend (part of the group) that they couldn't do anything so i just got up walked to the teacher told her that the two weren't willing to do anything so she made them give solo presentations for quite a big project
For the group project stories: (i guess it can fail,but in my case at least it did) If you don't wanna work alone,you must show authority from the start. My classmates (not even the ones I liked but the ones I dislike the most,bcs yea that's my luck) once tried to leave me working alone bcs I had the top grades. I instantly told them "no way, you're all working or we won't do shit and your grades are fricked,i don't care" and threw the papers at the center so everyone could see. I may be a good person and other than my butt-face I may have nothing intimidating about me, but heck nawh I'm not letting anyone step over me,i had enough of that crap before
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This story's a bit of an aside from the theme, but relates to the one about pushing someone into the water. An example of helping someone face their fears the right way occurred with my younger brother. He had a fear of tube slides, since it was hard for him to tell when he would hit the bottom, which was a bummer as he had missed out on the majority of a water park we visited one year because of this fear and we often stayed at a hotel with a tube slide in their pool that he never got to enjoy. One time at the hotel, we had the area to ourselves, so my older brother and I convinced him to eventually brave the slide by, as stupid as it might've been, climbing up the inside from the bottom and then just sliding down again instead of walking down the staircase. It was entirely his choice to do it, and he was filled with a renewed vigor for sliding down the tube slides, which extended to all the other ones he got the chance to slide down afterwards, (a relief to me since a few years later we all got the chance to go down one of the tallest tube slides in the North American continent, and it would've made me pretty sad to see him miss out on that.) Now if only I could convince him to lighten up to the idea of rollercoasters. He already ruined a trip to a pretty big amusement park for himself from that fear. Maybe I can convince his GF to talk him into it, she knows his mindsets pretty well.
The slide presentation one reminded me of the last one I had to do with a group for a lab. I made the slides for all the members since no one talked over the weekend. They looked up some last minute stuff to add orally for the presentation. I made a mistake in the wording on one of my slides and that was the main thing the TA commented on and told me during the questions at the end that I should fix that and I should at least read what's on the other members slides so I don't repeat some of their information. I was pissed.
this is why the one time that I dropped the ball on a group project (mental health issues, I didn’t realize how bad they were at the time) I begged the professor to only lower my grade for the issue and give my partner a better one. I was so relieved when she agreed
There was a time when a member of our group did almost nothing. Me and my mates were pissed, so when we presented, we made sure to do it by ourselves and exclude the girl who didn't do anything from having the pleasure of presenting our creations (it was a project where you built actual stuff) and then we all ratted her out to the teacher. she was mad at us for it but we literally couldn't give two shits because the day it was due she had come in and hadn't done anything so we had to rush and stress to do her part.
6:03 same thing happened to my dad. Had a shitty ass boss, kept the boss’ boss informed on what was happening as they were close, so that guaranteed him job security. She’d been firing people like nuts. After a lot of complaints to the HR, a couple complaints came in about her racial harassment to this one really nice lady in the boss’ original department (before the promotion). They said enough is enough. Next day, my dad goes to a meeting. “She’s fired” We *celebrated*. At this point we had heard all about her and she overall sucked. We disliked her even though we’d (me, my mom, and brother) never met her. It was a moment of pure joy.
There is an important lesson in the story about the man who moved his little hardware to a nearby town. Currently, we hear a lot about big companies "needing to pay their fair share" in taxes. Logically, a fair share would be the same percentage as everyone else but the IRS figures prove that the richest people/companies pay the most in taxes. Additionally, they provide employment for their employees, suppliers and support services. We often don't choose the smartest people to represent us.
“well freaking barry misread my wink as a- misread my wink as a- misread my wink as a- misread my wink as a- ‘my dad’s not gone he is actually inside!’”
That camper story reminded me of a story from a Boy Scout Leadership camp I was at. This one dude who was in charge on the mess hall was a real douche. He never helped teach any lessons, just sat in the staff area carving a hiking stick and watching TH-cam. But he got kicked out because he finally got caught bullying the camp photographer. The photographer was a bit larger of a guy, but he was also the friendliest, nicest, and one of the best guys at camp. Sweet sweet karma.
7:25 Something similar happened to me. I was put in a group project for English where we had to do a Google slideshow on Shakespeare (Cant remember it was 2-3 years back). We were each tasked to make about 4 slides, and (due to my lack of friends at the time) i was lumped in with the ones that didnt want to be there, and of course no one else did any work and so i was made to do the whole thing. However i added a credits slideshow (Research: (My name), Slides: (My name), etc) and when the day came I presented it with my group. When they saw the credits slide pop up on the projector they were livid and tried to call me out to the teacher, who believed them and made me stay behind at lunch, and she chewed me out about "taking credit for other people's work" and so on. At the end of her lecture i calmly told her to look at the edit history of the slides (Cuz Google has the ability to check all edits made since the documents creation) and she saw that all of the edits had been made by my school account (Apart from like one kid writing the title on the first day we were assigned it) And you could see the fact that she had wasted half of her and my lunch dawn on her. She didn't apologise, and i got something like an 80% while the rest got 0%. i still think about that whenever anyone mentions group projects...
I developed a back injury from my time in the military. A hospital corpsman (who was a jerk to begin with) accused me of faking my injury, and I went off on him, screaming and everything. I could have easily been court martialed for disrespecting a senior officer, but he would have gotten in trouble for conduct unbecoming an officer for making an unprovable and baseless accusation
I remember one time in elementary school in Alabama there was this thing where everyone randomly chose a color and what ever the color was you got certain privileges. Whites had a whole lot of perks and brown could only talk to other browns and be at the end of the line at everything. While as a minority and having no friends I just so happened to end up being brown. I was always treated differently and that just made it worse. I will always remember when a popular kid threw a ball of paper and since browns had to clean the room it was my job to pick the ball up and put it in the trash. Never have I felt so humiliated. I already had it rough but that just took it to a whole another level. Now that I look back I just realized that that same kid used to make fun of how I dressed. Thank god I had video games to help me through school.
I was in a drama class that required us to make our own groups and own show to present. They taught us what types of things we needed to know for a presentation, but didn't actually have us do one to show that we understood. Just to clarify, we were a group of different aged kids coming all the way from almost middle school and down to second grade. I happened to be in sixth at the time, I was picked by two seventh graders and a third grader. We all agreed, we had no idea what we were doing and none of us wanted to get yelled at by the teachers for not understanding. But it came close to sharing what we came up with and we still all couldn't figure out what we were doing, the Seventh Graders nominated me to go ask the teachers for help, and they said " Go tell the teacher you don't know what you're doing, and I'll cover it from there." I know I was a grade below him, and I know he might not have meant any harm. But I think he was trying to get me to get the teachers to think I was the one slowing their progress down. So I went up to the teacher, called out her name and then loudly, while pointing at my group claimed the members of my group including me didn't understand what we were all doing, and then told her the boys in our group told the third grader and I not to ask for help because they didn't want to get in trouble. We all got in trouble for not asking for help, but the seventh graders were told if they couldn't take the class seriously and couldn't help the younger students, they belonged with the kindergartners
i remember walking over a really fast river with my sister. it was only a couple inches deep but because it was so clear it was hard to judge depth in some places. so i keep walking and carelessly and step in a hole about 2ft deep which was enough to sweep me off my feet. out of natural instinct, i latch onto my sisters ankles and drag her down with me into some really intense rapids and white water. i bounced off the rocks and smacked my head a few times and then got shoved into this really deep hole in the rapids that was like 8ft deep. i thought it was over but it wasnt. i tried getting out of the hole but the rushing water over the hole wouldnt let me. luckly in that moment though, there was a piece of rebar poking out of some concrete that i grabbed onto and managed to pull myself up (a bridge had been demolished there at one point and never cleaned up). at that point the only way out was to get through the rest of the rapids to the swimming hole at the end which wasnt deep. so i let go of the rebar and tried to brace myself as best as i could on the way down which still hurt. at the end my sister was waiting and looking for me where i went to the shore and met up with her. all in all i got a minor concussion but nothing major happened. my sister went down another route that was a lot safer then the one i went through and managed to get to the other side of shore and hike the green belt around over a bridge to the otherside where she met me. but i still dont think i know the kind of danger i was in that day
I'm a martial artist, so when I saw judo as an option to get a credit in college, I took it because I figured I'd already know most of the techniques. Well, turned out the professor didn't know what he was doing, which is very very bad when you're literally having people throw other people around. He started getting very frustrated that none of his students could seemingly get a 100 pound girl who was at least a foot smaller than the shortest student off the ground. So he literally out-muscled me and sent me flying with brute force. Well, it's not like they teach you proper technique for no reason, so I tucked, rolled back to my feet, put a foot into his stomach, and flipped him over my head, sending me flying (again) except that this time, I landed on top of him. He fell incorrectly so he got the wind knocked out of him, whereas I was fine. No one wanted to spar with me after that and I got a B, but whatever.
The story at 9:36 keeps repeating but thats not the point here. If my brother ever did something like that to me, after everything was set and done I'd walk into his room later that night and beat the shit outta him and then go to sleep.
My story of that title is in high school I was walking up some stairs side by side with some friends and I slipped on the top step and as I am falling I spread my arms out in front of my friends and pull them all down with me. We fell on a bunch of other students that broke our fall. Had a hard laugh after that. I'm still wheezing even as I write this.🤣🤣🤣
America in a nutshell. no problem going into army but cant drink. my friend from US (His brother is a very close friend of mine and i was also friends with him online, mostly playing CoD and battlefield) came to visit his brother and me and some friends in germany for his younger brothers birthday. He was 20 and his brother only 15, i was 17 but living in rural germany means the drinking age for small stuff like wine and beer is 16 and legal drinking age 18. on his brothers 15th birthday we were around 40 people partying over the whole weekend outside of my smalltown and he was shocked how much we all drank, including his 15 year old brother. it was a real culture shock for him.
"You're old enough to kill but not for votin', you don't believe in war but what's that gun you're totin'? And the Jordan river has bodies floatin' and you tell me over and over and over again my friend that you don't believe we're on the brink of destruction."
For those who want to know where the racoon in the thumbnail came from, it's from a movie called "Furry Vengeance". No, it doesn't have actual furries.
While playing SCP secret laboratory once, I was an MTF and saw 096’s face. I immediately run into a corner with one of my squad mates and tell them they’re going down with me. Somehow, neither of us actually died.
I remember two situations about groupworks... The first one was around 7th or 8th grade, we were a group of 4 girls ( 3 girls who were friends with each other and then me... An introvert). The girls didn't do anything, I was the one who did all the work and studied for the presentation... I told them, if you don't work I won't put your name in it. They were like "it's okay, it's fair". The day of the presentation came, and when I was about to start I td my teacher everything, and she was okay with it, she told me "it's supposed to be a groupwork but you can go on". My classmates were angry and asking "why is only your name in there?? Why are they not included?" (they were very social girls, basically the popular girls of the class). I told them that my name was the only one in there because I was the only one that worked. I got the best grade in the entire class 😌 The second situation was in 11th grade I think. I was working with a boy that I didn't like, no one liked him actually. Besides doing nothing well, he would constantly put his chair next to mine, invading my personal space and making me uncomfortable. I had to spend 2 hours feeling the smell of cigarettes and weed. I was the only one working basically, since we decided to divide... But he was only doing MY PART and just ctrl+c and ctrl+v (if you know what I mean) from the internet. The presentation day came and he didn't study, besides... He knew we would be the first ones to present and he arrived late. It was humiliating. When the teacher asked us to auto avaliate ourselves, I said the grade I would like to receive. The boy did the same and then the teacher said "do you really think you should receive the same grade as your colleague? I saw how you worked during classes and she obviously worked more and was way more prepared than you. I think you should re-think your grade".... I just loved that teacher. And yes, I end up with a better grade than him.
I'm lazy af and I always loathed group projects, but at the very least I always tried to make sure I was never that one guy who tried to coast by on everyone else's contributions without at least trying to pull my weight.
The tech writing course hits super close to home to me as I took a writing class a few semesters ago and we as well were put in groups. Me and one girl out of the four people were the only ones contributing so our professor split us up. When the lame ducks 🦆 wanted to know about the presentation the day before it was due I basically told him sorry bro me and Betty (not her name) emailed Professor Martinez (also not her name) and the group is separated. You and Pancho (not his name) are on your own.
I had a teacher like the one that had their student's hide to teach about the Holocaust. One day in class we were seated. he divided us into two sides of the class, gave us each to pieces of copy paper, told us to crumple the paper into balls, then said "You have your sides. If you get hit by a paper ball you're dead and must lay on the ground. You have 5 minutes to turn your desks and chairs into trenches. GO!" That's how we learned about trench warfare in WW2. We also learned about the 1920s by learning the Charleston and embodying prominent Jazz influencers for the time. He would have used Hamilton for a teaching tool as well, but the school didn't approve it and we'd have to get parent's permission anyways. Mr. Persol you're the best history teacher ever.
Was at work until my boss (B) decided that our best coworker (C) isn't doing enough and cuts his pay to minimum wage, C was literally carrying the entire store the rest of us were good but C was on another level. C started to slow to a snails pace. Understandably within a few months we were in the red and the majority of our regulars stop coming. B then decided that it was the rest of us and cut our pay. So at this point we're all working for minimum wage I was one of the only people who stayed till the end. Told B that his first mistake was attacking C and walked out.
This reminds me of this one time where I was in class and the substitute was a total ass to all of us and I’m a little shit I’ll be honest and was being annoying but this was not long ago and when she got mad she pulled my arm and dragged me over to yell at me gladly my mom works at the school and when I told her about the incident she told the principal couple days later we hear in class that she was fired everyone cheered me on like I was a god because nobody liked her
I had a very similar situation to the presentation one, I did the job of all 5 of us and spent at least 40 hours working on it over 3 weeks. I had told the teacher and did the presentation and 2 of the others had the gall to try and take credit for a chunk of the work but I was able to prove that each and every page and slide was done by me singlehandedly. I ended up getting a B on the project while 2 got an F and the last 2 not only got an F but had other consequences that happened to be quite serious. A bit more fucked up then I care to explain in YT comments so enjoy the mental images.
One of the best parts of being in the gifted class is we all know each other because we've been in the same class for years, and everyone cares about their grades and will work for it, I was probably the laziest person in the class but I did my part both for my friends grades and mine
3:17 THAT IS TRUE!!! the face your fears lesson only works when the person deliberately WANTS TO FACE THEM. forcing them to face their fears only makes things worse
I had a manager at one of my first jobs that I am absolutely sure was a racist and hated me. She was always on my case for something. Well, one day I get called to the office and am pretty much accused of saying racist things to a coworker (of whom I have never talked to; I don't even know if this person was even actually involved), and heavily implied that my rear end was screwed. This being my first job, I was really upset when I left work. My mom was picking me up, a noticed that I was extremely upset, and asked what was going on. We get home and she decides to call to hear what the manager was going to say. Manager claims the exact same BS, and honestly you could tell from her voice that she was enjoying it. My mom's response: "Well, anon certainly wasn't raised like that, especially because he has a sibling adopted from China, and aside from being his mother, he has Autism, and is horrible at lying." *_*click*_* My manager suddenly hung up after the mention of Autism. My mom and both figured that it sounded like she had the phone either on conference or just on speaker, and panicked the moment me being Autistic was mentioned, because one of her supervisors must've been there, or she had plans to have a recording as "evidence". Yeah, guess it's not a good look falsely accusing the Autistic kid of something that could have ruined his career and even life. Either way, her interactions with me lessened significantly after that.
16:58 I had something similar happen to me.I was in a group of four.But our class was for a college tv production 2 class which required to do field work like shooting with a camera.This bitch only did maybe three of the five projects including the final project.She really f-ed up the final project even left us at an event almost to dry (it was a true crime event with a panel about our subject :the dc sniper,it was super fun.I got to meet Several former fbi agents including ones who worked on the case.I got a cool t-shirt in the end.)Anyway she ended up failing because she only did (barely) three of the five.We all got A's and pretty sure she failed.To add insult to injury our professor was the only professor to teach this class so if she took this class again then the professor would already know what kind of person she was.
22:11 Me: I feel you, whenever my siblings and I crossed the street from the parking lot to my school, my dad would say "Give me your hands, if we be friends" ( Puck, from the end of *A Midsummer Night's Dream, by William Shakespeare* ). I always thought it was weird. Usually, I figured it was like some confusing Dad Joke.
But...employment is slavery. Not the American version of slavery that was generational and life long, but the Greco-Roman type that was a form of servitude to a master. All the parallels are there, we just use a prettier name for it now. Still, it’s a form of slavery.
@@nicholashernandez4611 the key point in all forms of slavery, the slave doesnt get paid. even the greco-roman kind. back then it was about paying a debt or serving a punishment. either way you didnt get paid to be a slave.
@@pulsefel9210 You worked off a debt, a debt that would be paid and you would be free again. You paid your debt with service and time, freedom was your ‘retirement’. The addition of money just means it’s slavery with extra steps.
@@nicholashernandez4611 the fact remains you didnt get paid anything. so if you get paid youre an employee/contractor. if you dont get paid youre a slave.
@@pulsefel9210 Slaves were compensated for their labor through their needs being covered and the possibility of freedom from both their masters and their debts. Modern day employment is the same but with extra steps.
14:00 I agree with this. One time my history teacher was teaching us about the gilded age and we had to play this monopoly game where, depending on which color you picked, the rules of the game would be different. The roles were green, the banker who couldn’t go to jail, white, the aristocrat who started with the most money and got out of jail by paying a small fine, red, the skilled laborer who started with a little bit of money and could get out of jail by paying a large fee, and blue, the unskilled laborer who started with $100 and could only get out of jail by rolling doubles. I, of course, was blue. I spent most of the game in jail, but we didn’t play the game entirely by the rules and red “died” after she got into too much debt and quit the game. She left all of her worldly possessions to me, the only other working class player at our table. That wasn’t really historically accurate and green and white tried to call her on that, but my point is it was really memorable and helped me connect with the information I was taught.
7:43 i used to be mad at ppl for not doing any work in the group,but now i just don't care,i don't even like doing so much work and not being appreciated,so now i only care for my pets,and sleep
I worked at this factory with very corrupt management once. My idiot boss refused to listen to me. My forklift caught fire and almost killed me because he refused to fix some faulty wiring I reported. There were numerous incidents like this. Employees just sucked it up. Eventually, I got sick of his blaming me for his mistakes. I called OSHA and they got shut down after the lengthy inspection. OSHA offered to get my job back as it was retaliatory but frick that place. They had an exclusive government contract for something and they couldn't meet the deadline because of my stunt. Well, after my termination, the parent company decided that management was incompetent. They fired the CEO, the Operations Manager, and my boss. They brought in a new CEO who changed everything for the better. I warned my boss not to screw with me. 😒
29:45 i like this story because I normally do that in college, I’m normally passing the classes with an A and I just check the syllabus to see how percentage everything is intentionally not do something just because I don’t want to deal with that. I have not done several projects and papers just because I know I’ll still end up with at least a B in the class
I had that one guy in a college group who rarely showed up to meetings, kept flaking out, had almost nothing done. Until the night before everything was due, one of the guys in our group needed to work with an interpreter. The interpreter deleted our entire presentation because she thought it was incorrect. Then the dude, who never showed up, kept flaking out, and almost did nothing, spent the entire night reforging everything we had done, some of it from scratch. In the morning we had almost our entire presentation ready to hand in, because the flake, who did almost nothing, was really good with computers. Dude deserved the A we all got.
5:15 Ya sorry, I always drop my suspension of disbelief when the person telling the story who's got a kid, other life responsibilities, gets sick a lot, APPARENTLY does the work worth OF THREE EMPLOYEES THEMSELF. WHEN ALL THE HEALTHLY SINGLE GUYS CAN'T. Like, if you're going to lie, be modest. I'm sure you were being treated improperly and deserved better, but you weren't an asset doing triple the average person's job. You think you were, having no idea what other's were doing because of your bias, but you didn't. Shut up.
The story about the little town reminds me of my parents hometown. The town was a sleepy little farm town. They moved after collage, and after coming back for a weekend they realized that there went from 1 huge supermarket 2 factory’s and 3 theaters to 8 bars/pubs and a gas station for fresh food. that’s not all that’s in the town but that’s the gist of it
It's only a small win but at McDonald's I had a manager who spent a year travelling and came back with a really bad attitude. One day he shouted at me "Where are the nuggets? Why are there no nuggets?" Me: "You didn't ask me for nuggets." Him: "I want nuggets! Send nuggets until I tell you to stop!" Me: "You got it sir." Several minutes later he had nuggets in bags, boxes, piled high, overflowing the hot-hold. Him: "Why are there so many nuggets?!" Me: "You didn't say stop." Him: "REMEMBER WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO." Me: "Yes, you're my manager, that's why I did what you said." It wasn't really a 'taking you down with me' but it was satisfying.
So, I heard a cousin of mine said something along these lines during the final moments of his life as he fought this "Fox" guy in a jet. I don't know who passed along his final words, considering he died in an explosion abruptly, but I think it was in cousin Andy's personality, so I believe it.
I'm sorry to hear about your cousin. That's a rough way to go. Given that there could not be any possible way your cousin's attacker survived, I can only conclude that your cousin's final words were passed along because there was a ghost involved.
The group project story really hits home. I hated doing group projects because either I was stuck doing all of it, or was stuck with a group that didn't take it seriously and would put in miminum effort and all of us would get lousy grades because they didn't care
I remember a group project I had in school and I was paired with people who used to bully me. They didn't contribute to the project and were leaving it to me to carry them through to a good grade because I was a straight a student. Instead, I calculated how much of an impact this project would have on my total grade if we all got a 0 on it, and after determining that I could easily maintain an A average on the class, I did nothing. When asked how the work was coming along, I told them that it was going well.
The day of the project comes and we obviously don't have one to present. They all get angry at me and try to tell the teacher that when they asked me how the project was going that I lied and said it was going well. I admitted this to the teacher and said "If they had been helping me with the project, they would have known how it was going and wouldn't have needed to ask me about my progress on it." The teacher gave me another week to do a solo project and flunked the rest of my group.
good job m8
I like the way you approached the situation. Nice
What an utter legend
Hah.
Legend
“isinterpreted my wink” “isinterpreted my wink” “isinterpreted my wink”
Ar/lhidehstrok
I wasn’t going to bother with the comments until that part came up 🤣
Oh good, thought my computer was biting the dust for a second there
@@heathdean2914 How stupid do you think we are?
r/softwaregore
If you use Google Drive to do your work, Google Drive actually keeps a log of who made what edits and who uploaded what document. Should save your ass if someone tries to blame you for griefing.
It also tells you who edited the document and what they edited it to say.
Also op need to go to the dean to complain about slander. If they willing to slander op then rise it up so high everything will burn
@@kos2919 if I end up in the army and the group could get railed for drinking I hope my ass remembers to get photos for all. So if one tries to bail THE ENTIRE SHIP GOES DOWN! so ya. Try to be that guy who don't go down with out the team.
That saved me multiple times on one of those slides a group of freinds create for jokes.
Lol ikr? These guys were all so stupid its insane to me. Like, hello, u literally have proof
The story at 15:00 reminds me of a guy who owned a car dealership. One day, he wondered why he wasn't getting any calls, and found out that the wife of the owner of a rival company was was a switch board operater and was rerouting the calls to her husband's business. So, he went and invented a system to automatically route calls, and put an entire industry out of business.
Karma am I right
pretty sure it was a funeral parlor owner.
@@themoagoddess1820 Hmm, yeah I think you're right.
Yeah that guy was a funeral home owner, and he invented the automatic connection machine, rendering the entire business of operators obsolete
@@themoagoddess1820 Yeah it definitely was.
Worked at a bar, manager accused me of skimping tips and pocketing change. Coincidentally the accusations happen after just a day where people started noticing money going missing, and the manager was the only one who had access to it, apart from me. I knew the shit he tried to pull, word for word, no one will believe me, so i pulled a bluff. Told him, if he told people i stole money, I'd lose my job, I'd probably have to pay the money back, but i have videos of you flirting and going out with plenty of women, im sure your wife would love some of the videos. Dude choked up, retracted the report and put back the money. I still quit, but it was for school reasons only.
Never stick around someone who buckles to blackmail. It's obvious right then and there he's dishonest, and it will only ever get worse.
Similarly, never work with a thief. You don't need to do anything ill or inappropriate... JUST get the f*** out. The thief will only spread the wreckage like a cancer. ;o)
After you quit, he was prolly still sweating bullets!
@@gnarthdarkanen7464 is exactly right I’ve seen people who’ve been blackmailed do desperate things. Have ever wondered where CSI Miami and other crime shows get their stories, sometimes it’s from real life situations. People turn into animals when backed into a corner. And that’s why people should definitely not hang around a job like that to avoid future situations.
@@JackieDaytona01 When someone buckles to blackmail, it doesn't even have to be ABOUT something illegal, just embarrassing, and they're the weaker person for not going straight to authorities and simply requesting a little discretion if they can afford it... Most times, the detectives will at least try... They want the criminal element, and blackmail IS illegal...
At any rate, it's a solid measure of the type of person you're working with or for. A "straight type" will "man up" and accept his or her consequences to stop the black mailer cold in their tracks. You don't want to work with the "other type"... ;o)
“Barry misread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread”
-Updoot Everything
9:33
Lol i thought that was my computer lagging
@@ninnymuggins5159 same
TTS channels are typically shit.
Case in point.
love when this happens
A sad one: 20 years ago, my Grandma was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer. Was given less than 6 months to live. Grandma had been given the same odds back in the 80's when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and she gave the same response to both doctors who gave her the bad news. "I'm going to beat this cancer or I'm taking it with me."
And she fought. She fought hard. Several rounds of chemo and radiation made her lose her hair, almost a quarter of her body weight and was so weak and sick she couldn't get out of bed some days. But she never once complained. She always had a smile on her face and she would call me almost every day after school to ask me how my day was. As the cancer ravaged her body, she continued to make plans. She planned to come and see me perform in "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe" and promised to take me to see the first Sam Raimi "Spider-Man" film when it premiered.
One Saturday, she was supposed to come and watch me play softball...but she called and said she was unable to go because of how weak she was. I was disappointed but told her I loved her and I would see her at my next game. She paused and said "I'll be there and I love you too."
That was the last time I spoke to her. The following Monday, my Mom told me that Grandma had died that morning. At first, I couldn't believe it. She had treated her cancer like it was a bad cold, that she'd get over it. And I believed her. But now, thinking about that last phone call...I think she knew that she was about to die but didn't want to scare me.
All these years later...she's still my hero. She fought. She fought hard and while she lost that battle, she never lost her fighting spirit.
RIP Grandma. She had a true fighting spirit.
@@DoctorRobertNeville thank you. She definitely did.
"Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. Do not go gentle into that good night". Dylan Thomas. Not big on poetry but it seemed ever so appropriate.
@@PsilocybinCocktail Thank you. Grandma had that poem read at her funeral...so you're right, it's very appropriate.
@@janeyrevanescence12 To the epic fighting grandmas of this world (I had one too).
The water story reminded me or a story of my own. Old friend of mine wanted to go canooing. I wasn't scared of the water, but another friend she invited. They're both from a school that abused me severely from K-6th grade so I have a lot of negative association with people I know from there, regardless if they bullied me or not. This girl, Sammy was off and on bully and wasn't the nicest to me on the canooing trip. I wanted to be alone in a canoo since we could rent two. Sammy wanted the same thing. She promised if I let her go first that she would let me have the canoo during the second half of the trip. I was stuck in the other canoo with my friend the whole time, she never gave it up and tried to blame me for letting my anger show. Whatever no big deal. She teased me several times about my trauma, which edged me closer to putting her in her place. The final straw happened when we found this cool plastic floating platform that all of us could chill on. Out of nowhere, she shoves me off the platform and into the water. I didn't have my phone on me or anything, but the water was freezing and she made fun of me for having my guard down. I smiled and laughed along but inside I was seithing with anger and pent up rage.
As soon as I got back on the platform I did the same to her, flinging her scrawny body into the water. She cried like a bitch and said that what I did was unfair and cruel. The friend who had invited me however, was laughing her ass off repeating the phrase "Karmas a bitch" over and over and over. Never felt so fulfilled in my life. Met her later down the road and her life had gone to shit.
"Met her later down the road and her life had gone to shit"
Karma's a bitch.
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if that kid had no problems with math and was being failed on purpose all he had to do was copy every piece of homework and have his aunt do the corrections/grade it to have proof she was full of shit.
I don't know how helpful it is, as time changes things... BUT I found out in High School (due to a paperwork fail...lolz) that I could CHALLENGE A CLASS...
This means you handle the paperwork, and the office sets a date, when a supervisor (teacher/coach/just someone responsible) will give you the test and time you... It's the actual final test for the course... SO it's a "pass / fail" thing... If you pass, that test score is your total grade for the course... If you fail, THEN you take the class as normal, so it can't even count against you.
I'd taken "Basic I" and "Basic II" Computer programming... This was supposedly an entry level to professional coding, so you were supposed to have already taken "Keyboarding" or "Typing"... Which I hadn't... They let me into the programming classes for a grade term before they realized, BUT I was already capable of keeping up (Just typing for years, owning an old mechanical Remington, and a similar typing class in 6th grade)...
SO the guidance councilor helped me challenge the Typing class... AND at 90+ WPM with 99% accuracy, I basically blew their test out of the water. (apparently something like 60 WPM was an A)...
In any case, all you need to do to get around that summer-school thing with a grievance against a teacher is get to the guidance office and ask to challenge the course. Explain that you suspect this grievance (unfairness) between you and the teacher, and you'd like a chance to redeem yourself... When you can pass or even "ace" the test after a "bad teacher" has failed you... yeah... that's when parents take the score to the school board (or aunt) and raise some hell... Teacher's not going to like the fallout for picking on a student. ;o)
@@gnarthdarkanen7464 I started to do similar at university. If you could challenge with references to the marking matrix you got back and try to show that anything ambiguous was in your favour you tended to get at least 5% of a grade bump with 10 minutes effort. I once got a grade bumped 15% moving me up to a HD. But that was a fairly unique situation where I'd asked my tutor and lecturer if I could make my essay a speech (as in written speech rather than presented) in a politics class. Due to how they randomly gave the assignments to the various tutors and lecturer, the other tutor got mine and didn't know what I was trying to do and it just looked like a really personal, casual, essay.
@@Badartist888 Yeah, I've helped a few college and uni' kids get through some of their classes by challenging, which works pretty well with Language Arts and Literature classes when they're basics (101 stuff) if you're still fresh out of High School... Student fees stack up through those classes for the books (unless you strictly go for Cliff Notes and accept 80% average)... BUT for about $100 and an hour and a half test-time, you can essentially take a passing grade and skip the class to something "of substance" for your major and/or minor.
I'm kind of a fan of this advice for engineering students who prefer not to waste their time on Shakespeare...
Being allowed to challenge courses has a LOT of service if applied strategically. I just wish more councilors and staff were forthcoming about it for students who struggle... ;o)
I'm a teacher. I can reverse that. Lazy kid in my class expected me to just give him an A+. He earned a B-. Kid complained, saying I was 'failing' him on purpose. In a meeting with mom, dad, HoD, VP, I showed A+ work from a fellow student, and then compared that to kid's work. To the untrained eye, you could clearly see it was inferior. Even HoD said I was generous in awarding him a B-, but I had other evidence to show he earned a B-. But in no way was it A+ work.Kid kept on challenging me for 3 whole years.
Kid got more arrogant, and tried to officially complain about the SAT tests, because he did not get the score he needed to get into university FOUR times!!!
At a boarding school many years ago, the year before I attended. One of the rules was no alcohol was allowed.
Well this one kid was caught drinking in his room and was sent to the headmaster with the consequence of being expelled.
"Are you going to kick me out...?"
"You bet I am! I've already called your parents and they will pick you up in about an hour."
"Very well...." and then the kid just began listing names of ALL those he had been drinking with from the school, who had booze kept under their beds, who had broken into the kitchen some weeks before to steal wine and coffee and a lot more. Out of 30 boys that year I think 20 were kicked out.
What a madlad!
r/madlad lmao
Thats like being the wounded soldier holding the bomb waiting for all the enemies to pile on him before the bomb goes off
So the dude got caught and punished everyone else for it? Sounds like a douchebag
@@Code_Machine nah bro what a chad he was
The hardware store uncle got back at the town council in a very hard-core way.
There won't be a town council if there isn't a town.
There was some guy in Colorado that got messed around by the town council, so built a tank & went on a rampage. Idr the particulars tho
@@misscyanic2484 Killdozer. Marvin Heemayer. I tend to believe his story than the town's side of the story. He might've been a little wackadoodle but they really did screw him.
Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things.
@@xtremefps_ thx for supplying the particulars. What a badass, that guy. 👍
I always hate the small town mentality because sooner or later they going to be corrupt. I bet those town councilmen still believe they're in the right even when the town is in ruin.
@@kos2919 probably so. Though now they're out of power, they probably still think they did nothing wrong.
9:34 feel bad for the person who screws their wink
well Barry should get a small beating from his big brother for being such an asshole.
@@typie34 i would hide his body on the same bush
Barry’s a fucking narc.
That whole scenario is literally after-school sitcom worthy. Just like those shows where the big kids always get caught and don't get away with anything.
Yeah
At 9:36 it keeps repeating that line. I’m just here to tell you
it was kinda funny tho
Frickin' Barry misread my wink as a misread my wink as a misread my wink as a misread my wink as a misread my wink as a misled my weak as a mislead my wink as a misread my wink as a misread my wink as a misread my wink as a AND MY DAD'S NOT GONE, HE'S INSIDE
@@pikachu2860NO, its not i had to read the part it glitched on, your a neanderthal not a pikachu, glock i choose you.
@@__-ic7si you're***
so I wasn't having a seizure after all
A boss threatened to have me fired if I reported how he mismanaged an insurance claim to the district manager.
Rather than sign my resignation papers like he wanted, or wait for him to file my termination papers, I told him that if I no longer worked for the company, then I'd just have to notify the state insurance commissioner.
He realized that while I would be out of a job, he'd be dealing with a ton of litigation from the client and the state.
This is why before the project is finished you tell the teacher what's going on.
Exactly. Most of the group project situations in the vid could had had a better ending if they told the teacher at the start or middle like the one around 28:00. Don’t be afraid to tell your teacher y’all.
Nope. It’s why if you have the opportunity to do it solo, and it’s not too much work, you take it. You don’t want other peoples work dragging you down. You don’t have to coordinate or anything, you know exactly how you want it
"you're in a group together, you get graded together.
if someone isnt pulling their weight then make them pick up the slack
no excuses"
gotta love Zero Context teaching
Teachers that assign those group projects probably don't care
Had been working at this place for five years, and had a rep for being a hard working reliable employee. The managers never gave me any grief about anything. This guy gets promoted to floor supervisor and starts getting after me for stupid little things. One day I was pulling pallets and moving as fast as I could because a delivery was late. Someone had put a pallet of stuff in front of the fire escape. Apparently I hit it and knocked a few things off without realizing it. Nothing was damaged, but some stuff was left on the floor. He confronts me asking if I had hit the pallet and not picked it up: which my answer was just yes. He scowled and told me to get back to work. Later the shift manager asked why I had broken a door, saying that he had been told I hit the pallet, knocking the whole thing over and hit the door, breaking it. This would have been impossible. So he said he would check the cameras. The floor supervisor was standing down the hallway glowering at me fists clenched as we had this conversation.
Anyways nothing ever came of it, but the next shift I was taking sone trash to the compactor before lunch and he gets really pissed off, saying I should do it at the end of the shift all at once. Company policy is to clean your area of trash before every break. Now while carrying this bug ball of plastic my mask had fallen down off of my nose. I go throw the plastic in the compactor and pull my mask back up. I turn around to see hi. behind me and he shouts in my face about keeping my mask up: which it already was.
I had had enough and told another superior he was doing this, threatening to write me up for following the rules in the company handbook. I told them about the pallet in front of the fire escape and they said they would deal with it.
Now over the past few years I had been sending daily pictures to another shift manager, showing her all the health and safety rules that her shift was breaking. I even had a picture of the pallet in front of the fire escape. I had vented to her once that I had more pictures of Osha violations on my phone than all others combined, and that I was getting tired of dealing with it and thinking about leaving and sending the pics everywhere I could
I I came in on a Monday and a friend of mine who had worked his way into management told me that everyone was freaking out; because the manager I had been sending pictures too had told the others, including the facility manager that I had enough evidence to get the company in trouble. The supervisor who was bothering me is not longer allowed to speak to me.
Anyone else wish there where contracts when doing group projects in school? They're whole "well in the real world you have to work together" speel is bullshit! In the real world you get fired! Or, you know, are related/doing the boss
My school did that for huge month long projects!
Universities do that, thank god
It’s mostly no different in the real world. There will always be an team leader and if you are not a team player then you get fired.
@@anonwithamnesia fuck being a team player! Life is not a sport.
@@SarafinaSummers sure thing, I’m still surviving.
When I was about 3 my older cousin decided he was going to throw me in the pool because I'm phobic & he was an asshole. He underestimated the cat-like agility and super strength of a mortally scared toddler. The incident ended with him screaming like a girl while my sister peeled me off him while prying my fingernails out of his skin. I'm not sure about the details, it's all a blur but he looked like he'd gotten in a fight with a tiny blender. It was described to me as what it might look like if one tried to shove a cat into a bucket of water.
For visual purposes, I was about the size of the average 18 month old with spider limbs and he was a hefty 12 yr old and a huge asshole.
I have one of these. I did volunteer work for a very large anime convention near Chicago, to get a free place to sleep, and get my money back for my badge. I was not new to doing this, and had been doing it for years. Well one year the head of the volunteer department, who had been working with that con for about 15 years, decided she was not only going to refuse to give me, and the other 4 people that did this with me our money back, and ban us from the con for the next year. According to her we trashed the hotel room and stole the robes. When asked for proof of the accusations, she refused to give any. I asked to speak to her the Con Chair, her bosses boss, because I knew him pretty well, and had been out drinking with him that weekend. She said he knew and this ruling came straight from him. I finally said fine, whatever and left. Pretty much right after walking away from her I got in contact with the Con Chair, and he had no idea what I was talking about. The Con Chair paid me, and the rest of the volunteers from my room our money back out of his own pocket, and rescinded the bans, saying he would be investigating the issue. Turns out she had been taking the money she was supposed to give back to volunteers and pocketing it, and had been for years, while banning them to keep them from coming back, and possibly telling people what happened. A short time later, a mass email was sent out to everyone connected to the con saying she would no longer be with the con, or any of its affiliates. Have not seen her at all at any con since, and her replacement does the job much better. I don't tell many people who know who I am talking about this story, but the few that have heard it are always happy to know she got what was coming to her. Angel if you are still out there, you suck, rot in hell.
Weird name to have if she treats people like that
heh "Angel" ironic
More like "Fallen Angel", amirite?
@@vladimirenlow4388🥁 *bu-dum-tis* 🥁
28:36
someone was stupid.
All changes in google docs are saved with adnotation who did them. All those racial slurs would be neatly signed by someone else account.
UNLESS whoever set it up was a complete and total idiot and got ONE account for whole project instead of sharing files between different accounts on one mother account.
Also idk for sure but I think you can also recover a deleted doc as well
They can't see who made the changes because it's a singular shared account.
It said that they shared an account. Were you not paying attention?
This is for you Trunks, Bulma, and yes...even you Kakarot. -Vegeta
you're welcome.
The best.
I am your 34th like.
Yes, I would indeed like a Zenzu bean.
😂
Wait, what’s going on?
My boss stole seven pounds worth of £1 selection boxes from work and then blamed it on the kid at the till saying it’s his fault for not paying close enough attention or some shit like that. Both got fired and after a month my boss got his job back but at another store, word spread FAST and he’s now known as the guy who stole selection boxes at his old place and got a kid fired
Lol here's mine:
My first job ever was at my local Target. There was this one manager who right off the bat was pretty obviously two faced just from the warnings from others, but she had a degree, and had a picture of her with Obama she displayed prominently, and she clearly was feeling pretty full of herself.
One day she calls me over and asks me to help her load something into the trash compactor in the back. I'm new so I've never actually used the trash compactor besides for just cardboard so I'm Like ok .
When I see what she's trying to load I get iffy tho, it's a gazebo, a full fucking gazebo still in it's box, seems pretty risky to me. I'm new so I go over . I ask her if the trash compactor can handle something like this? She assures me it can , it's just so heavy she needs my help to lift it in, she's a manager and I'm new so I help her......not surprisingly the trash compactor cannot compact a steel gazebo lol, and breaks on the spot.the trash compactor is a very expensive piece of equipment so she's starting to get nervous. But Im like well I'm I did what you said, sorry it didn't work out, back to the sales floor for me.
Well about an hour or so later as I am stocking shelves, as I round the corner, and oblivious to her I am right there behind a towel shelf in the home section, she's talking to the store manager and I clearly hear this bitch say "myname loaded a gazebo into the trash compactor and it broke"
At that moment I knew I had to strike, like a Fucking meercat I popped up right behind her and said "yeah because you asked me too" and then she had to backpedal in front of the big boss 🤣🤣. She found employment elsewhere shortly after.
Its been like 10 years since and I still consider one if the high points of my career. In the off chance she's reading this, you were the worst manager I ever had -really hope you finally grew the fuck up at some point!
Sparing with a friend he grabbed me from behind and choked me trying to bring me down. But since he's lighter than me I was a lot heavier, I just T-posed and body slammed him, almost killed him.
He's alive don't worry.
Edit: Spelling
oml 💀
I call bs on the t pose but the falling and nearly squishong I see.
If you fell down, you literally brought him down with you 😂😂😂
@@lechking941 well I don't expect everyone to believe the story though the T-posing was the best description I could come up with. It was definitely better saying I was dabbing though.
@@MegaEricPham Lord. Where is a commizar when you need them.
I am never going to understand group projects in school, every time there’s that one kid who doesn’t do any work and the rest of us get a grade reduction because of it
I can't speak for all teachers but a teacher friend once told me that it's a way to get the lower scoring kids up to par with the rest (like socialized grades I suppose) making the teacher's overall scores look better. It's a shitty thing to do to those who work for their grades if that's the case 😬
@@MrsShocoTaco one time my English teacher told me that. I wanted to sit next to my best friend since we were allowed to choose where we were going to sit for the rest of the year. But she made me sit next to this boy just because I was a good student, so I could help him get better grades. 🙄 The next year she did the exact same shit and my grades were going down while his were going up. I hated it.
@@dianafrancisco771 Yep, it's just a way to get the students to do the teacher's job. They have some nerve whining about their pay scale.
@@MrsShocoTaco teaching is the most overrated profession. The district I work in caved into the teacher's union's demands of a "deserved" 30% raise, when that kicked in every other department had to cut their budgets by 12-20% (depending on the department). I ended up losing 16% of my wage and many other similar positions had the same effect. As soon as you meet them as people and not as teachers their percieved morally elevated persona evaporates.
@@Lvl18Meep The teachers in our district tried that crap a few years ago. They would've gotten it had it not been pointed out by us patents that every single teacher drives 40k dollar vehicles, go to the most expensive restaurants in the area for lunch every day of the school year because "the school lunches are abominable" (they weren't wrong there) and their worst complaint was that a handful of them had to cancel their personal trainers... We are NOT a wealthy district.
I am a senior in college and I am dealing with a lot of mental health issues like: suicidal thoughts, major depression, and major anxiety. I am currently having to parent these other students and it is adding a lot of stress on to my already known problems.
I have made deadlines and have set up assignments, so all they need to do is finish their parts on a weekly basis. Come first deadline and only one person finished their part. This is a 5 person group and when I try to ask what is happening they do not respond on the manner.
When I first met everyone they seemed nice, but I guess that was too good to be true.
I just hope it gets better, becuase I have too much going on at the moment.
Please talk to your professor and explain the situation. It won't get any better unless you do something. This is true about pretty much everything in life. Wishing you all the best.
Talk to a pastor, you would be surprised how much they can help.
I have a spin on the group project story. I was a "top 10 percent of my class" kind of kid, but the other two people I was put in a group with were the number 1 and 2 people in our entire class (and indeed come Senior year ended up as the Valedictorian and Salutatorian). So they assumed I was going to be the "load" especially since I was a poorer kid who had an afterschool job. I tried as much as I could to get in on the group work but they'd freeze me out saying "we don't need you slowing us down." So I just made a segment myself (we were doing ancient Egypt and they did some mythology and government etc and so I did a whole side thing on the architecture and engineering of the Kingdoms).
Come presentation day we get up there and they give their whole spiel and the teacher is impressed. Well then they pull the whole "yeah but he didn't really do anything" speech to which I say "actually, I did, and if Mrs W will humor me I'd like to present my third of the presentation now." Teacher says go right ahead and I give a whole presentation with some models I made etc just as good as their stuff. Teacher is impressed and even kind of chews the two of them out for being judgmental snobs. We all ended up with A's and those two were always a bit less haughty toward me from that day onward.
I was legit drowning in a 5 feet pool (i'm 5'3") because I don't know how to swim, 3 of my friends were just laughing and only 1 was concerned but she too can't swim. Somehow two of those who were laughing were near me so I just pulled them with me. If I die, I'm not going alone.
9:34 best part ever
The story with Becky. I wonder if that was my group. Assuming Becky is the girls real name. Bc this same exact thing happened to me. Girl kept not showing up and wouldnt answer. Then we would find her hanging out and purposely ignoring her phone.
I had a project where we had an assigned group of 4. We were to do a habitat assessment on a particular plot. We went out together once but nobody was prepared. One guy had the phone number of the other two so i just told him of group meetings and nobody would show. I did this like 4 or 5 times. This guy always confirmed he would tell the others. Well 2 days before the due date i went out alone and collected all the data. The next day i gave it to him in a huff cause i was irritated about my crappy group mates and told him that i just did the chuck of the work and i wasnt going to be in class on the due date and they had better finnish it. Then he drop the bomb on me that he joined his best friends group in the first week, had lied to me about notifying the other group members and he would in fact do nothing for the group he was assigned to be apart of, then gave me back all my data. My fury died, i was numb with shock. Next day rolls around and it turns out my group was panicking and told the teacher the truth, he talked to the other guy who proclaimed he joined another group against the teachers wishes thinking he was safe. Que a meeting in the office with the teacher the next week who riped that student a new one and me and the other members got an extension and proceeded to ace the assignment.
P.S this isn't my only story from college.
@@danielledouglas99 tell more! I hope he failed the class pulling some bullshit like that.
The one with the movie, I'd have said "It was me", then say "I only removed everything I DID, which was everything"
The first story had me cracking up like crazy. Literal If I'm going down, you're coming with me!
I once saw two kids were standing and drinking juice on the side of the pool, one kid pushed the other and spilled his drink. The other one laughed until he slipped on the wet floor and landed on the pool.
I guess 'If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me' was took literally
2:02 🤭😒
Edit: no bro. You don’t get nothing but a kick the rear. And a dead phone. Had it coming.
In fifth grade we assigned to do a science project in a group of 4 two of the guys told me and my friend (part of the group) that they couldn't do anything so i just got up walked to the teacher told her that the two weren't willing to do anything so she made them give solo presentations for quite a big project
For the group project stories:
(i guess it can fail,but in my case at least it did)
If you don't wanna work alone,you must show authority from the start. My classmates (not even the ones I liked but the ones I dislike the most,bcs yea that's my luck) once tried to leave me working alone bcs I had the top grades. I instantly told them "no way, you're all working or we won't do shit and your grades are fricked,i don't care" and threw the papers at the center so everyone could see. I may be a good person and other than my butt-face I may have nothing intimidating about me, but heck nawh I'm not letting anyone step over me,i had enough of that crap before
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I think the first one is from 1000 ways to die
This story's a bit of an aside from the theme, but relates to the one about pushing someone into the water.
An example of helping someone face their fears the right way occurred with my younger brother. He had a fear of tube slides, since it was hard for him to tell when he would hit the bottom, which was a bummer as he had missed out on the majority of a water park we visited one year because of this fear and we often stayed at a hotel with a tube slide in their pool that he never got to enjoy. One time at the hotel, we had the area to ourselves, so my older brother and I convinced him to eventually brave the slide by, as stupid as it might've been, climbing up the inside from the bottom and then just sliding down again instead of walking down the staircase. It was entirely his choice to do it, and he was filled with a renewed vigor for sliding down the tube slides, which extended to all the other ones he got the chance to slide down afterwards, (a relief to me since a few years later we all got the chance to go down one of the tallest tube slides in the North American continent, and it would've made me pretty sad to see him miss out on that.) Now if only I could convince him to lighten up to the idea of rollercoasters. He already ruined a trip to a pretty big amusement park for himself from that fear. Maybe I can convince his GF to talk him into it, she knows his mindsets pretty well.
I remember when Brain-Andross said this to Fox McCloud back in 97'
Star Fox 64 moment.
The slide presentation one reminded me of the last one I had to do with a group for a lab. I made the slides for all the members since no one talked over the weekend. They looked up some last minute stuff to add orally for the presentation. I made a mistake in the wording on one of my slides and that was the main thing the TA commented on and told me during the questions at the end that I should fix that and I should at least read what's on the other members slides so I don't repeat some of their information.
I was pissed.
this is why the one time that I dropped the ball on a group project (mental health issues, I didn’t realize how bad they were at the time) I begged the professor to only lower my grade for the issue and give my partner a better one. I was so relieved when she agreed
There was a time when a member of our group did almost nothing. Me and my mates were pissed, so when we presented, we made sure to do it by ourselves and exclude the girl who didn't do anything from having the pleasure of presenting our creations (it was a project where you built actual stuff) and then we all ratted her out to the teacher. she was mad at us for it but we literally couldn't give two shits because the day it was due she had come in and hadn't done anything so we had to rush and stress to do her part.
It really says something that so many of these are group projects
Moral of the story: don't sabotage the guy doing all the work, because he knows _exactly_ how to ruin you right back
6:03 same thing happened to my dad. Had a shitty ass boss, kept the boss’ boss informed on what was happening as they were close, so that guaranteed him job security. She’d been firing people like nuts. After a lot of complaints to the HR, a couple complaints came in about her racial harassment to this one really nice lady in the boss’ original department (before the promotion). They said enough is enough. Next day, my dad goes to a meeting. “She’s fired” We *celebrated*. At this point we had heard all about her and she overall sucked. We disliked her even though we’d (me, my mom, and brother) never met her. It was a moment of pure joy.
There is an important lesson in the story about the man who moved his little hardware to a nearby town. Currently, we hear a lot about big companies "needing to pay their fair share" in taxes. Logically, a fair share would be the same percentage as everyone else but the IRS figures prove that the richest people/companies pay the most in taxes. Additionally, they provide employment for their employees, suppliers and support services. We often don't choose the smartest people to represent us.
“well freaking barry misread my wink as a- misread my wink as a- misread my wink as a- misread my wink as a- ‘my dad’s not gone he is actually inside!’”
That camper story reminded me of a story from a Boy Scout Leadership camp I was at. This one dude who was in charge on the mess hall was a real douche. He never helped teach any lessons, just sat in the staff area carving a hiking stick and watching TH-cam. But he got kicked out because he finally got caught bullying the camp photographer. The photographer was a bit larger of a guy, but he was also the friendliest, nicest, and one of the best guys at camp. Sweet sweet karma.
7:25 Something similar happened to me. I was put in a group project for English where we had to do a Google slideshow on Shakespeare (Cant remember it was 2-3 years back). We were each tasked to make about 4 slides, and (due to my lack of friends at the time) i was lumped in with the ones that didnt want to be there, and of course no one else did any work and so i was made to do the whole thing.
However i added a credits slideshow (Research: (My name), Slides: (My name), etc) and when the day came I presented it with my group. When they saw the credits slide pop up on the projector they were livid and tried to call me out to the teacher, who believed them and made me stay behind at lunch, and she chewed me out about "taking credit for other people's work" and so on.
At the end of her lecture i calmly told her to look at the edit history of the slides (Cuz Google has the ability to check all edits made since the documents creation) and she saw that all of the edits had been made by my school account (Apart from like one kid writing the title on the first day we were assigned it) And you could see the fact that she had wasted half of her and my lunch dawn on her. She didn't apologise, and i got something like an 80% while the rest got 0%.
i still think about that whenever anyone mentions group projects...
9:34 didnt realize Timmy from South Park edited this.
I developed a back injury from my time in the military. A hospital corpsman (who was a jerk to begin with) accused me of faking my injury, and I went off on him, screaming and everything. I could have easily been court martialed for disrespecting a senior officer, but he would have gotten in trouble for conduct unbecoming an officer for making an unprovable and baseless accusation
I love the first one. Thats what he deserved for not paying attention xD
Not paying attention in this situation is really really bad, so no mercy^^
I remember one time in elementary school in Alabama there was this thing where everyone randomly chose a color and what ever the color was you got certain privileges. Whites had a whole lot of perks and brown could only talk to other browns and be at the end of the line at everything. While as a minority and having no friends I just so happened to end up being brown. I was always treated differently and that just made it worse. I will always remember when a popular kid threw a ball of paper and since browns had to clean the room it was my job to pick the ball up and put it in the trash. Never have I felt so humiliated. I already had it rough but that just took it to a whole another level. Now that I look back I just realized that that same kid used to make fun of how I dressed. Thank god I had video games to help me through school.
I was in a drama class that required us to make our own groups and own show to present. They taught us what types of things we needed to know for a presentation, but didn't actually have us do one to show that we understood. Just to clarify, we were a group of different aged kids coming all the way from almost middle school and down to second grade. I happened to be in sixth at the time, I was picked by two seventh graders and a third grader. We all agreed, we had no idea what we were doing and none of us wanted to get yelled at by the teachers for not understanding. But it came close to sharing what we came up with and we still all couldn't figure out what we were doing, the Seventh Graders nominated me to go ask the teachers for help, and they said
" Go tell the teacher you don't know what you're doing, and I'll cover it from there."
I know I was a grade below him, and I know he might not have meant any harm. But I think he was trying to get me to get the teachers to think I was the one slowing their progress down. So I went up to the teacher, called out her name and then loudly, while pointing at my group claimed the members of my group including me didn't understand what we were all doing, and then told her the boys in our group told the third grader and I not to ask for help because they didn't want to get in trouble. We all got in trouble for not asking for help, but the seventh graders were told if they couldn't take the class seriously and couldn't help the younger students, they belonged with the kindergartners
i remember walking over a really fast river with my sister. it was only a couple inches deep but because it was so clear it was hard to judge depth in some places.
so i keep walking and carelessly and step in a hole about 2ft deep which was enough to sweep me off my feet.
out of natural instinct, i latch onto my sisters ankles and drag her down with me into some really intense rapids and white water. i bounced off the rocks and smacked my head a few times and then got shoved into this really deep hole in the rapids that was like 8ft deep. i thought it was over but it wasnt. i tried getting out of the hole but the rushing water over the hole wouldnt let me.
luckly in that moment though, there was a piece of rebar poking out of some concrete that i grabbed onto and managed to pull myself up (a bridge had been demolished there at one point and never cleaned up). at that point the only way out was to get through the rest of the rapids to the swimming hole at the end which wasnt deep. so i let go of the rebar and tried to brace myself as best as i could on the way down which still hurt. at the end my sister was waiting and looking for me where i went to the shore and met up with her. all in all i got a minor concussion but nothing major happened. my sister went down another route that was a lot safer then the one i went through and managed to get to the other side of shore and hike the green belt around over a bridge to the otherside where she met me.
but i still dont think i know the kind of danger i was in that day
I'm a martial artist, so when I saw judo as an option to get a credit in college, I took it because I figured I'd already know most of the techniques. Well, turned out the professor didn't know what he was doing, which is very very bad when you're literally having people throw other people around. He started getting very frustrated that none of his students could seemingly get a 100 pound girl who was at least a foot smaller than the shortest student off the ground. So he literally out-muscled me and sent me flying with brute force. Well, it's not like they teach you proper technique for no reason, so I tucked, rolled back to my feet, put a foot into his stomach, and flipped him over my head, sending me flying (again) except that this time, I landed on top of him. He fell incorrectly so he got the wind knocked out of him, whereas I was fine. No one wanted to spar with me after that and I got a B, but whatever.
The story at 9:36 keeps repeating but thats not the point here. If my brother ever did something like that to me, after everything was set and done I'd walk into his room later that night and beat the shit outta him and then go to sleep.
The part about his mom slipping and accidently him has me rolling 😂😂
My brother told on me that I was eating dinner at 2 am, I asked what he was doing up at 2 am.
Long story short we were both grounded for 2 months
My story of that title is in high school I was walking up some stairs side by side with some friends and I slipped on the top step and as I am falling I spread my arms out in front of my friends and pull them all down with me. We fell on a bunch of other students that broke our fall. Had a hard laugh after that. I'm still wheezing even as I write this.🤣🤣🤣
This is my favorite comment here!!😆🤣🤣🤣
Old enough to be in army but not old enough to drink
Nice
Old enough to drown in student debt, can't buy a cigarette because it's "dangerous"
America in a nutshell. no problem going into army but cant drink.
my friend from US (His brother is a very close friend of mine and i was also friends with him online, mostly playing CoD and battlefield) came to visit his brother and me and some friends in germany for his younger brothers birthday. He was 20 and his brother only 15, i was 17 but living in rural germany means the drinking age for small stuff like wine and beer is 16 and legal drinking age 18. on his brothers 15th birthday we were around 40 people partying over the whole weekend outside of my smalltown and he was shocked how much we all drank, including his 15 year old brother. it was a real culture shock for him.
"You're old enough to kill
but not for votin',
you don't believe in war
but what's that gun you're totin'?
And the Jordan river has
bodies floatin'
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend
that you don't believe we're on the brink of destruction."
Actually, if he was 18 he was aloud to drink in the military, as long as he didn't leave base grounds while intoxicated
America! FUCK YEAH!
My wink as a threat...
For those who want to know where the racoon in the thumbnail came from, it's from a movie called "Furry Vengeance".
No, it doesn't have actual furries.
While playing SCP secret laboratory once, I was an MTF and saw 096’s face. I immediately run into a corner with one of my squad mates and tell them they’re going down with me. Somehow, neither of us actually died.
I remember two situations about groupworks... The first one was around 7th or 8th grade, we were a group of 4 girls ( 3 girls who were friends with each other and then me... An introvert). The girls didn't do anything, I was the one who did all the work and studied for the presentation... I told them, if you don't work I won't put your name in it. They were like "it's okay, it's fair". The day of the presentation came, and when I was about to start I td my teacher everything, and she was okay with it, she told me "it's supposed to be a groupwork but you can go on". My classmates were angry and asking "why is only your name in there?? Why are they not included?" (they were very social girls, basically the popular girls of the class). I told them that my name was the only one in there because I was the only one that worked. I got the best grade in the entire class 😌
The second situation was in 11th grade I think. I was working with a boy that I didn't like, no one liked him actually. Besides doing nothing well, he would constantly put his chair next to mine, invading my personal space and making me uncomfortable. I had to spend 2 hours feeling the smell of cigarettes and weed. I was the only one working basically, since we decided to divide... But he was only doing MY PART and just ctrl+c and ctrl+v (if you know what I mean) from the internet. The presentation day came and he didn't study, besides... He knew we would be the first ones to present and he arrived late. It was humiliating. When the teacher asked us to auto avaliate ourselves, I said the grade I would like to receive. The boy did the same and then the teacher said "do you really think you should receive the same grade as your colleague? I saw how you worked during classes and she obviously worked more and was way more prepared than you. I think you should re-think your grade".... I just loved that teacher. And yes, I end up with a better grade than him.
I really feel you I hate group projects
I'm lazy af and I always loathed group projects, but at the very least I always tried to make sure I was never that one guy who tried to coast by on everyone else's contributions without at least trying to pull my weight.
It’s called pride, my ego can’t take it if I ended freeloading a group project. And I’d hate myself for becoming a freeloading parasite.
The tech writing course hits super close to home to me as I took a writing class a few semesters ago and we as well were put in groups. Me and one girl out of the four people were the only ones contributing so our professor split us up. When the lame ducks 🦆 wanted to know about the presentation the day before it was due I basically told him sorry bro me and Betty (not her name) emailed Professor Martinez (also not her name) and the group is separated. You and Pancho (not his name) are on your own.
That hospital worker story was spooky similar to something I experienced.
9:34 misread my wink-misread my wink- misread my wink
I had a teacher like the one that had their student's hide to teach about the Holocaust. One day in class we were seated. he divided us into two sides of the class, gave us each to pieces of copy paper, told us to crumple the paper into balls, then said "You have your sides. If you get hit by a paper ball you're dead and must lay on the ground. You have 5 minutes to turn your desks and chairs into trenches. GO!" That's how we learned about trench warfare in WW2. We also learned about the 1920s by learning the Charleston and embodying prominent Jazz influencers for the time. He would have used Hamilton for a teaching tool as well, but the school didn't approve it and we'd have to get parent's permission anyways. Mr. Persol you're the best history teacher ever.
Trench warfare happened in ww1 and while it happened on the Russian front in ww2 schools don't teach about trench warfare in ww2 only ww1
Did you use meat shields?
12:50
Watch where everyone else hides.
Get caught first on purpose.
Rat everyone out.
5 times how many students you rat out.
Was at work until my boss (B) decided that our best coworker (C) isn't doing enough and cuts his pay to minimum wage, C was literally carrying the entire store the rest of us were good but C was on another level. C started to slow to a snails pace. Understandably within a few months we were in the red and the majority of our regulars stop coming. B then decided that it was the rest of us and cut our pay. So at this point we're all working for minimum wage I was one of the only people who stayed till the end. Told B that his first mistake was attacking C and walked out.
This reminds me of this one time where I was in class and the substitute was a total ass to all of us and I’m a little shit I’ll be honest and was being annoying but this was not long ago and when she got mad she pulled my arm and dragged me over to yell at me gladly my mom works at the school and when I told her about the incident she told the principal couple days later we hear in class that she was fired everyone cheered me on like I was a god because nobody liked her
Somebody hurts you, you hurt them twice as hard. Or you'll go through life carrying other people's garbage.
I had a very similar situation to the presentation one, I did the job of all 5 of us and spent at least 40 hours working on it over 3 weeks. I had told the teacher and did the presentation and 2 of the others had the gall to try and take credit for a chunk of the work but I was able to prove that each and every page and slide was done by me singlehandedly. I ended up getting a B on the project while 2 got an F and the last 2 not only got an F but had other consequences that happened to be quite serious. A bit more fucked up then I care to explain in YT comments so enjoy the mental images.
One of the best parts of being in the gifted class is we all know each other because we've been in the same class for years, and everyone cares about their grades and will work for it, I was probably the laziest person in the class but I did my part both for my friends grades and mine
3:17 THAT IS TRUE!!! the face your fears lesson only works when the person deliberately WANTS TO FACE THEM. forcing them to face their fears only makes things worse
I had a manager at one of my first jobs that I am absolutely sure was a racist and hated me. She was always on my case for something. Well, one day I get called to the office and am pretty much accused of saying racist things to a coworker (of whom I have never talked to; I don't even know if this person was even actually involved), and heavily implied that my rear end was screwed. This being my first job, I was really upset when I left work. My mom was picking me up, a noticed that I was extremely upset, and asked what was going on.
We get home and she decides to call to hear what the manager was going to say. Manager claims the exact same BS, and honestly you could tell from her voice that she was enjoying it. My mom's response: "Well, anon certainly wasn't raised like that, especially because he has a sibling adopted from China, and aside from being his mother, he has Autism, and is horrible at lying."
*_*click*_* My manager suddenly hung up after the mention of Autism. My mom and both figured that it sounded like she had the phone either on conference or just on speaker, and panicked the moment me being Autistic was mentioned, because one of her supervisors must've been there, or she had plans to have a recording as "evidence". Yeah, guess it's not a good look falsely accusing the Autistic kid of something that could have ruined his career and even life. Either way, her interactions with me lessened significantly after that.
16:58 I had something similar happen to me.I was in a group of four.But our class was for a college tv production 2 class which required to do field work like shooting with a camera.This bitch only did maybe three of the five projects including the final project.She really f-ed up the final project even left us at an event almost to dry (it was a true crime event with a panel about our subject :the dc sniper,it was super fun.I got to meet Several former fbi agents including ones who worked on the case.I got a cool t-shirt in the end.)Anyway she ended up failing because she only did (barely) three of the five.We all got A's and pretty sure she failed.To add insult to injury our professor was the only professor to teach this class so if she took this class again then the professor would already know what kind of person she was.
22:11
Me: I feel you, whenever my siblings and I crossed the street from the parking lot to my school, my dad would say "Give me your hands, if we be friends" ( Puck, from the end of *A Midsummer Night's Dream, by William Shakespeare* ). I always thought it was weird. Usually, I figured it was like some confusing Dad Joke.
considering some of the rich kids ive seen who treat having to have a job as slavery....ya we need alot more empathy treatments.
But...employment is slavery. Not the American version of slavery that was generational and life long, but the Greco-Roman type that was a form of servitude to a master. All the parallels are there, we just use a prettier name for it now. Still, it’s a form of slavery.
@@nicholashernandez4611 the key point in all forms of slavery, the slave doesnt get paid. even the greco-roman kind. back then it was about paying a debt or serving a punishment. either way you didnt get paid to be a slave.
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You worked off a debt, a debt that would be paid and you would be free again. You paid your debt with service and time, freedom was your ‘retirement’. The addition of money just means it’s slavery with extra steps.
@@nicholashernandez4611 the fact remains you didnt get paid anything. so if you get paid youre an employee/contractor. if you dont get paid youre a slave.
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Slaves were compensated for their labor through their needs being covered and the possibility of freedom from both their masters and their debts. Modern day employment is the same but with extra steps.
14:00 I agree with this. One time my history teacher was teaching us about the gilded age and we had to play this monopoly game where, depending on which color you picked, the rules of the game would be different. The roles were green, the banker who couldn’t go to jail, white, the aristocrat who started with the most money and got out of jail by paying a small fine, red, the skilled laborer who started with a little bit of money and could get out of jail by paying a large fee, and blue, the unskilled laborer who started with $100 and could only get out of jail by rolling doubles. I, of course, was blue. I spent most of the game in jail, but we didn’t play the game entirely by the rules and red “died” after she got into too much debt and quit the game. She left all of her worldly possessions to me, the only other working class player at our table. That wasn’t really historically accurate and green and white tried to call her on that, but my point is it was really memorable and helped me connect with the information I was taught.
That process drama thing is cool but absolutely couldn't be done at the school I went to as there would 100% be fist fights.
7:43 i used to be mad at ppl for not doing any work in the group,but now i just don't care,i don't even like doing so much work and not being appreciated,so now i only care for my pets,and sleep
My wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread my wink as a tread
I worked at this factory with very corrupt management once. My idiot boss refused to listen to me. My forklift caught fire and almost killed me because he refused to fix some faulty wiring I reported. There were numerous incidents like this. Employees just sucked it up. Eventually, I got sick of his blaming me for his mistakes. I called OSHA and they got shut down after the lengthy inspection. OSHA offered to get my job back as it was retaliatory but frick that place. They had an exclusive government contract for something and they couldn't meet the deadline because of my stunt. Well, after my termination, the parent company decided that management was incompetent. They fired the CEO, the Operations Manager, and my boss. They brought in a new CEO who changed everything for the better. I warned my boss not to screw with me. 😒
29:45 i like this story because I normally do that in college, I’m normally passing the classes with an A and I just check the syllabus to see how percentage everything is intentionally not do something just because I don’t want to deal with that. I have not done several projects and papers just because I know I’ll still end up with at least a B in the class
I had that one guy in a college group who rarely showed up to meetings, kept flaking out, had almost nothing done. Until the night before everything was due, one of the guys in our group needed to work with an interpreter. The interpreter deleted our entire presentation because she thought it was incorrect. Then the dude, who never showed up, kept flaking out, and almost did nothing, spent the entire night reforging everything we had done, some of it from scratch. In the morning we had almost our entire presentation ready to hand in, because the flake, who did almost nothing, was really good with computers.
Dude deserved the A we all got.
5:15 Ya sorry, I always drop my suspension of disbelief when the person telling the story who's got a kid, other life responsibilities, gets sick a lot, APPARENTLY does the work worth OF THREE EMPLOYEES THEMSELF. WHEN ALL THE HEALTHLY SINGLE GUYS CAN'T. Like, if you're going to lie, be modest. I'm sure you were being treated improperly and deserved better, but you weren't an asset doing triple the average person's job. You think you were, having no idea what other's were doing because of your bias, but you didn't. Shut up.
I'd agree. I don't doubt it, but we don't have the full story.
The story about the little town reminds me of my parents hometown. The town was a sleepy little farm town. They moved after collage, and after coming back for a weekend they realized that there went from 1 huge supermarket 2 factory’s and 3 theaters to 8 bars/pubs and a gas station for fresh food. that’s not all that’s in the town but that’s the gist of it
One time I was given a detention in school because someone ELSE punched me so I turned there face into a blood pancake and got them one too
It's only a small win but at McDonald's I had a manager who spent a year travelling and came back with a really bad attitude. One day he shouted at me "Where are the nuggets? Why are there no nuggets?"
Me: "You didn't ask me for nuggets."
Him: "I want nuggets! Send nuggets until I tell you to stop!"
Me: "You got it sir."
Several minutes later he had nuggets in bags, boxes, piled high, overflowing the hot-hold.
Him: "Why are there so many nuggets?!"
Me: "You didn't say stop."
Him: "REMEMBER WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO."
Me: "Yes, you're my manager, that's why I did what you said."
It wasn't really a 'taking you down with me' but it was satisfying.
9:26 god dammit Barry
2:30, phobias are real and raw. They hurt you. A persons phobia is as real as any fear, and is not something to be berated nor diminished for.
12:45 This also is a great way for you to find out who some of the rats/selfish are in your class.
So, I heard a cousin of mine said something along these lines during the final moments of his life as he fought this "Fox" guy in a jet.
I don't know who passed along his final words, considering he died in an explosion abruptly, but I think it was in cousin Andy's personality, so I believe it.
I'm sorry to hear about your cousin. That's a rough way to go. Given that there could not be any possible way your cousin's attacker survived, I can only conclude that your cousin's final words were passed along because there was a ghost involved.
9:34 **chef kiss**
The group project story really hits home. I hated doing group projects because either I was stuck doing all of it, or was stuck with a group that didn't take it seriously and would put in miminum effort and all of us would get lousy grades because they didn't care