Unfiltered Story #213081

, , | Unfiltered | October 25, 2020

So I am a volunteer in this school set up for the presidential elections. While transferring the submitted forms from a little packet to the table – which lies on the other side of the cafeteria – someone stops me.
“Hello, can I see what I wrote? It’s in that stack you have there.”
Presumably, they have linked my youth to idiocy.
“Well, my professor said that if we had evidence – that is, take photos – of participating in the presidential election, we could get a prize.”
“I’m not sure… Come here, you can ask [event manager].”
I lead them to the head of volunteers, who politely refuses the request
“I am sorry, but it is not permitted to take images of others’ voting forms.”
“Are you sure? I mean, it’s just a photo…”
The person leaves. I, meanwhile, am grinning like a madman.

The Sharpest Thing In A Classroom Should Be Minds

, , , , | Learning | October 23, 2020

It is the early 2000’s, and I am working for a consulting firm that has a lot of contracts with local school systems. I do everything from server setups and networking to replacing the mouse balls the kids are constantly removing to play with.

I have a ticket that a classroom PC is not working on the fourth-grade hall. I wait outside the door until the teacher stops talking, then stick my head in and ask if I can fix the PC real quick. It is on the other side of the room by the windows and out of the way, so I go over and quietly try to diagnose the problem.

I start running through the usual suspects and find the problem pretty quick. The door off of a 3.5″ floppy has come off and jammed in the drive. Back in the old days, this was a fairly common issue, especially in computers that had a lot of traffic from different users all day.

The problem is that the kids would usually try to fix it themselves, and end up bending the door so that it was opened up even wider, which made it a pain to get out. Luckily I had the perfect tool for this, a 5″ lock-blade knife that would let you get up under the bent part, then slide back to hold the door closed while you fished the whole thing out. Worked like a charm most of the time and was really quick.

You have probably already figured out the problem here, and I stress that I had never thought about this. I didn’t work in the school rooms much. I was a server guy and my time was usually more useful somewhere else, so this was kind of a side-deal when they didn’t have anything more important for me to do. So I reach into my bag, pull out the knife, pop it open in one motion while heading for the floppy drive.

Behind me, I hear an audible gasp. I turn around and the whole room is staring at me. It slowly dawns on me that I just pulled a pretty mean looking knife on over twenty ten-year-olds.

I apologized to the teacher and explained that this really was the best tool for fixing this particular problem, but that I probably should use the second-best tool from now on. Lucky for me, this was a really rural school, so the teacher just laughed and let it go. I didn’t even get sent to the principal’s office!

I can’t help but think that with all the tension we seem to have these days, that a similar mistake might not get laughed off anymore.

Source: Reddit (Credit: Darodar, Original Story)

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Dragons Are Fine, But Female Gamers? Come On!

, , , , , , | Friendly | October 12, 2020

As a teenager, I am an avid fantasy reader. My brother and I are both into tabletop roleplay, as well, and we both have separate groups of friends we play with regularly. Also, I wish it didn’t matter, but as this story will unfortunately show that it very much does, I’m a girl.

Me: “Hey, do you think I could join your group for the next campaign? My group is having a bit of downtime due to life and other responsibilities at the moment.”

Brother: “I don’t know if we’re gonna do another one just now. I’m kind of worn out as GM. I just wanna play for a bit, but none of the others are interested in the position.”

Me: “Oh, I could do that. I don’t mind at all!”

Brother: “Oh, cool! That’d be great! We can do a test run in two weeks and see how everyone thinks it works!”

I am thrilled and immediately set to work preparing. Since I am ahead in my school studies and on top of all my homework, I decide to use our free study period for prep work.

Some guys from another class happen to be seated next to me, and of course, they spot my pile of rule books and papers.

Student #1: “Wait, what are you doing with those?”

Student #2: *Snickering* “Yeah, girls can’t roleplay!”

Since I am busy, unwilling to bother class, and also uninterested in debating with morons, I just raise an eyebrow, look over at them, and go:

Me: “Okay?”

When they didn’t manage to come up with any intelligible answers to that after a few seconds, I returned to my books and ignored them for the rest of the class. If anything, their comments spurred me to prepare even better to make sure of an epic test run for the people that I thought knew better.

I turned out I was wrong; when my brother had let the group know a — gasp! — female was going to be the GM, they all decided it would probably be so bad it wasn’t even worth showing up. 

Joke’s on them, though; my brother joined my group, instead, and we had lots of fun for several campaigns to come. His old group ended up disbanding since no one would step up as GM for them.

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Ahhh, We See The Problem

, , , , | Learning | October 7, 2020

When my dad was a child, he confused my grandmother — his mom — to no end, because his grades in school were terrible, but he always seemed to understand the concepts fine while doing his homework. Finally, someone suggested that she should get his eyes tested, and he turned out to be extremely nearsighted.

On his first day back to school after getting his glasses, he sat down at his desk and looked up at the chalkboard.

Dad: *Suddenly exclaiming* “There are letters on there! And words!” 

His eyesight was so bad that he had legitimately not been able to tell the teacher was writing anything on the chalkboard, and he’d had no idea how all the other kids were following along. Once he could actually see what was happening, no surprise, his grades got a whole lot better!

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Ah, The Good Old Days

, , , , | Friendly | October 5, 2020

In 1998, I move from the US to Mexico to teach English. At the time, the only way to communicate with my friends back home is through an Internet cafe. Social media does not exist yet, so once a week I send a group email to my friends and answer their messages. Since Internet access is slow and expensive, I always write my letters in a rush, leading to incidents like this.

Friend #1: “What ages does your school serve?”

Friend #2: “What does your new girlfriend do?”

Me: “My school serves ages five to fourteen. My girlfriend is a student.”

A week later, I logged in to find several very concerned messages from my friends. I had to quickly clarify that my girlfriend was a full-time COLLEGE student.

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