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At highschool. There are some kids that I just want to freaking punch in the face, sometimes I am literally so close to beatting their ass with a textbook. -.-

Viktor von Domm wrote:at albatross:

as mentioned before i was making a sarcasmic point of view...and if i recall correctly the britsh weren´t so lazy in killing numbers of former free men...

He knows, he put a '' at the end of his post to say he was joking


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Asherian Command wrote:At highschool. There are some kids that I just want to freaking punch in the face, sometimes I am literally so close to beatting their ass with a textbook. -.-

Some B***ard smacked me across the back of the head with a huge maths textbook during Year 9 when he thought the teacher wasn't looking. He timed it terribly and she turned around as he launched it. I seriously had to stop myself standing up, grabbing my chair and battering him with it, because that's what I did to him in my head.

He was expelled not long afterwards...

Lol. that must suck.

Viktor von Domm wrote:at albatross:

as mentioned before i was making a sarcasmic point of view...and if i recall correctly the britsh weren´t so lazy in killing numbers of former free men...

What can I say? We needed the extra lebensraum.






Wait...

well, the thread seems to be loosing the fun by the minute...
i better leave...

vik

I work in Soho, and my normal route from the tube station to the office takes me up Carnaby Street.

On the south west corner of the street, Liam Gallagher recently opened his new shop called Pretty Green. There is a huge picture of him in the window, draped in a Union Jack and looking soulful.

I cannot pass that picture without burning with the desire to kick his stupid face in.

Do it

there is even no need to actually see a bloody pic of him to feel that way^^

Jackass drivers are what get my bacon. People who don't signal until they're halfway through a turn (that completely defeats the purpose of using a turn signal, by this point I know you're turning). People who get up to a stoplight and stop halfway over the crosswalk. There was one time when I almost got run over on my bike - I got the signal to go across the intersection, and some woman was going to turn right on a red...but she was obviously only looking to make sure no cars were coming, because she started to go and smacked into my bike as I went across. (Would've run me over, I'm sure, because she didn't actually stop - I managed to speed past her just before she turned all the way)

There is one guy in my class in college that basically just goes for the sake of spending time there. He sleeps during lecture (on more than one occasion the instructor has kicked him out of class for this) then sits around doing nothing during lab. I understand that the guy has financial issues and can't afford the $250 tool set that we need to buy, but he uses that as an excuse to never work on any recipes - he could easily get the work done if he just asked to borrow tools, but he doesn't. It's just frustrating to see him slack off like that at the college level.

In terms of fellow students I am usually not particularly annoyed by them. The OP's story would probably prove to be a clear exception to that rule. Butterfingers and klutz don't need to be running around with a power-saw right next to me.

What bugs me is when fellow students get irritated when you ask the teacher questions regarding material. I've though of switching into online courses for that reason. I'm in a class to learn the subject. I'm not there to socialize and waste time. The real issues arise when the teachers have no control over the class, and make nearly every decision based on the class's inability to focus. Meh, I guess I should just wait until class is done then focus on studying in my own time.

Consistently I will do multiple 12+ hour days of study to finish assignments and study, only to come into class and find the vast majority of students did no homework at all. I've always loved learning, but I can't wait to be done with in-class study. More than anything the dozens of fluorescent lights annoy the hell out of me.

Yes, Gak drivers have the ability to make my Zen-esque blood pressure rise to soaring heights. The hammering of brakes and then using their signal allows me to feel the polarity of every cell in my body switch. Seeing as everyone in this country pretty much sucks it at driving a car, the speed limits are incredibly low so they don't all kill themselves in massive pile-ups that would happen if they could legally drive over 60 km/h. There is this great superhighway in Hokkaido 4 lanes wide with a speed limit of 50! 35 mph! Seriously?! The highways around Tokyo are a bit better though, the limit is 80km/h, but they're so backed up you're lucky to be going 40km/h. That all said, drivers who drive 15-20 km/h UNDER the posted limit make me want to rip the steering wheel from my car and fling it like a 5 lb. frisbee through their back window and decapitating them from the base of the neck. GAWD! It's infuriating. So, I only drive when I absolutely must. I walk all other times.

I work mostly with kids, so I don't actually want to punch anyone. Defenestrate, maybe.

Khornholio wrote:Yes, Gak drivers have the ability to make my Zen-esque blood pressure rise to soaring heights. The hammering of brakes and then using their signal allows me to feel the polarity of every cell in my body switch. Seeing as everyone in this country pretty much sucks it at driving a car, the speed limits are incredibly low so they don't all kill themselves in massive pile-ups that would happen if they could legally drive over 60 km/h. There is this great superhighway in Hokkaido 4 lanes wide with a speed limit of 50! 35 mph! Seriously?! The highways around Tokyo are a bit better though, the limit is 80km/h, but they're so backed up you're lucky to be going 40km/h. That all said, drivers who drive 15-20 km/h UNDER the posted limit make me want to rip the steering wheel from my car and fling it like a 5 lb. frisbee through their back window and decapitating them from the base of the neck. GAWD! It's infuriating. So, I only drive when I absolutely must. I walk all other times.

I work mostly with kids, so I don't actually want to punch anyone. Defenestrate, maybe.

I can only say I'm happy I don't live where you do,I'd explode...
As it is I dislike driving,and I swear,drivers in the Metro Atlanta area have got to be some of the worst I've ever encountered,I've had to force myself on several occasions to not leap from my vehicle and drag other motorist from their cars due to them nearly smashing into my car because they were preoccupied with the important business of applying make-up or texting.

It's worse when I have my children in the car with me,as I attempt to censor myself and not unleash a wave of profanity at an offending motorist,so I hold it inside...where it can fester and eventually cause the stroke or heart attack that will inevitably kill me.

I want to do that to my sister in law, just punch her, I would feel better. She is 35, still lives with her parents, completely TRASHES their house. Granted her folks should buck up and say ok your about 15 years late on getting the feth out, but the fact remains she should respect their house. Not only is she a total slob, but shes a complete idiot as well.

Talking to her is literally like turning your tv on to an off channel with just static/snow. Do this and start a conversation with your tv and youll understand what its like. This is awesome because shes a terrible driver and cant take care of her car, so she asks my brother to fix it all the time. So when hes trying to tell her what NOT to do, que tv snow. Worst yet, she goes to bars ALOT, and occasionally brings dead beats home, they totally screw her over, and then she complains about how gakky men are and untrusting and blah blah blah blah. ARG!! I swear, if I could just punch her once or twice, Id feel better

family is sometimes a real pain in the behind...
got something of a feud with my in laws. and one punch in the face would be so not enough...

I am a teacher. I once had the very satisfying experience of beating the gak out of my most annoying pupil.

Both sadly and luckily it was only a dream, but it was very, very realistic, and very satisfying. Oddly, I beat up one of my colleagues moment later, despite actually quite liking the guy.

I have resisted the urge to punch people who desperatly need it for many years, until this summer.
A drunk who wouldnt let me drive (i was not drunk) ran headon into a tree, then left me there.
It is a long story but I gotta say it sure felt great. Sometimes you just have to do the right thing.

FITZZ wrote:

Khornholio wrote:Yes, Gak drivers have the ability to make my Zen-esque blood pressure rise to soaring heights. The hammering of brakes and then using their signal allows me to feel the polarity of every cell in my body switch. Seeing as everyone in this country pretty much sucks it at driving a car, the speed limits are incredibly low so they don't all kill themselves in massive pile-ups that would happen if they could legally drive over 60 km/h. There is this great superhighway in Hokkaido 4 lanes wide with a speed limit of 50! 35 mph! Seriously?! The highways around Tokyo are a bit better though, the limit is 80km/h, but they're so backed up you're lucky to be going 40km/h. That all said, drivers who drive 15-20 km/h UNDER the posted limit make me want to rip the steering wheel from my car and fling it like a 5 lb. frisbee through their back window and decapitating them from the base of the neck. GAWD! It's infuriating. So, I only drive when I absolutely must. I walk all other times.

I work mostly with kids, so I don't actually want to punch anyone. Defenestrate, maybe.

I can only say I'm happy I don't live where you do,I'd explode...
As it is I dislike driving,and I swear,drivers in the Metro Atlanta area have got to be some of the worst I've ever encountered,I've had to force myself on several occasions to not leap from my vehicle and drag other motorist from their cars due to them nearly smashing into my car because they were preoccupied with the important business of applying make-up or texting.

It's worse when I have my children in the car with me,as I attempt to censor myself and not unleash a wave of profanity at an offending motorist,so I hold it inside...where it can fester and eventually cause the stroke or heart attack that will inevitably kill me.

My wife asked me the other day if there was anything I wanted for Christmas. I asked for a megaphone for the roof of the car so I could unleash a double-barreled gak machinegun of abuse telingl people to drive at least the posted limit. They do sell them here, but she said she didn't want the police to come to the house.

Censoring oneself when there are little ears in the car is really, really difficult. "Nice non-signal, you potato eating mother nature! Learn to tap-dancing drive, exhaust hole!" I got in trouble driving my niece around once when she came home repeating the same English word over and over; d!ckhead.

I want to punch everyone in my comparative politics class that isn't my professor.

No one questions him, except me, and it annoys me greatly as it is a seminar course. Inevitably every class boils down to a conversation between myself and the prof, but that wears thin in a 3 hour session.

People piss me off all the time, but I don't make a big deal out of it.

Of course, when they wake up, tied and gagged in my closet, they'll really wish they never pissed me off. But I guess that's just the way things go, really.

dogma wrote:I want to punch everyone in my comparative politics class that isn't my professor.

No one questions him, except me, and it annoys me greatly as it is a seminar course. Inevitably every class boils down to a conversation between myself and the prof, but that wears thin in a 3 hour session.

Oh my word, this. I HATE this. I have a similar situation in my Sociology of Popular Music class. Right down to the 3 hour session length.

I have no idea how people expect to progress if they don't engage with the material. It always helps to throw it around a bit, hash it out. The stupidest part is that my fellow classmates don't seem to have joined the dots between me being really engaged with the lesson and me having the highest marks in the class with almost depressing regularity.

today one of our so called neighbors gushed cold water on a very cold day way down from the top level of our house upon my kids. they were playing in the yard and garden of our house. when i say house i mean apartment house...
in germany kids are alowwed to play outside and the screams or plays they do are not offensive any more. this was changed from the oposite about two or three years now. last time i told him my kids are entiteld to play outside. they are not making that much noise anyway... so today he trhew the water of at least a bucketfull over the heads of my kids and my wife. luckyly no one was hit.
i am now very furios and the next time i see that guy there will be words. i sincerely hope that he talks back, so that i have an excuse to punch him out of this universe...

vik

Viktor von Domm wrote:today one of our so called neighbors gushed cold water on a very cold day way down from the top level of our house upon my kids. they were playing in the yard and garden of our house. when i say house i mean apartment house...
in germany kids are alowwed to play outside and the screams or plays they do are not offensive any more. this was changed from the oposite about two or three years now. last time i told him my kids are entiteld to play outside. they are not making that much noise anyway... so today he trhew the water of at least a bucketfull over the heads of my kids and my wife. luckyly no one was hit.
i am now very furios and the next time i see that guy there will be words. i sincerely hope that he talks back, so that i have an excuse to punch him out of this universe...

vik

Throwing cold water over your children and wife?!? Fairly sure that would be assault in this country. You should call the police.

Yes, dumping cold water on a child who is outside on a winter day definitely counts as a punishable offense in my book.

It actually endangers their lives.


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Albatross wrote:

dogma wrote:I want to punch everyone in my comparative politics class that isn't my professor.

No one questions him, except me, and it annoys me greatly as it is a seminar course. Inevitably every class boils down to a conversation between myself and the prof, but that wears thin in a 3 hour session.

Oh my word, this. I HATE this. I have a similar situation in my Sociology of Popular Music class. Right down to the 3 hour session length.

I have no idea how people expect to progress if they don't engage with the material. It always helps to throw it around a bit, hash it out. The stupidest part is that my fellow classmates don't seemed to have joined the dots between me being really engaged with the lesson and me having the highest marks in the class with almost depressing regularity.

My various logic and philosophy classes were the same way. Me, I loved my logic class, so I was definitely engaged-- but the others... not so much.

Mind you, I'm the type of persont hat sits up front and center because she likes to answer the teacher's questions (it's just how I learn, as opposed to studying).

ITT moron-magnets

Reminds me of my friend, someone is always pissing him off. Whereas I normally don't notice/care/rage.

Very rarely, oddly the worst I get round here is when folks (ie teenagers) are doing really stupid things.

Like riding bikes at full speed past the automatic doors, if a old lady (or anyone really) came out at the last second there is no way they could stop. I have shouted at them for that a few times mind, and they just look at you as if they have no intelligence what so ever.

Also kicking windows, I mean, if it gives, you are either in trouble medically, or your parents are in trouble finiacially. The whole building is covered by cameras, and the idiots know it is as well. *sighs* I really yelled at them for that, they did bugger off mind.

Braindead some of the kids round here.

Cyclists who cycle inside train stations or on footpaths or on pedestrianised streets, who run red lights, and so on. They need a thump.

Anyone who runs red lights needs a thump.

One that weighs a few thousand pounds and is traveling at fourty miles per hour and is made of metal.

Melissia wrote:Anyone who runs red lights needs a thump.

One that weighs a few thousand pounds and is traveling at fourty miles per hour and is made of metal.

To be fair, the last time I ran a red light was because I was at a left turn, and some idiot decided to just sit in the middle of the road for no reason while I was already in the middle of the road when the light turned.

Now, I don't pretend to be a very good driver, because I'm not. In fact, I'm two paces short of terrible. But even I know that you don't feth around like that in a busy intersection.

I wanna punch whoever found me this job interview, because they expect a 17 year old to shell out £200 a month for a several hour commute to Crewe and back everyday.

I'd need to be at my station for 07:07, arriving in Crewe at around 8am, for a 45 minute walk (since the buses don't seem to know where the hell they're going... either that or bus routes are the most confusing things before London Underground maps) to work.

It would mean getting up before my dad (so around 5am) to shower, getting ready for an hour and a half, walking to my station, getting a train to the next stop, changing, getting a train to a few stops later, changing, stopping at crewe on that line, walking to work, spending 8 hours at work, then doing the same back.

All in all, that's about 4 hours of Travel per day, costing me £200 per month from a less than £400 per month pay cheque, getting up, and leaving earlier than my full-time-work Dad, getting back later than my full-time-work Dad, going to sleep around 1-2am thanks to my insomnia and stress, waking up 4-3 hours later and starting it all over again.

Sure, if I was being paid Minimum Wage or a good wage instead of the Apprenticeship wage I have to live with, or if I had a car, it wouldn't be as bad, but I don't see how they expect a 17-year old to do that.

I also suffer from Osgood Schlatters Disease in my right knee, so the walks will kill me, and if it flares up, then i'm rendered practically immobile until it dies down after a few hours.

If I don't accept the placement, then I get whined at (I need it to complete the apprenticeship) by my training company, who have failed to find me a suitable placement since my interview to get on the course in mid-april earlier this year. If I do accept the placement, I get fethed over by the commute.

They've forced me into a "damned if I do, damned if I don't" situation.