It all started on a cool November day. An 8th grade boy makes his journey to school. Though one thing was in the back of his mind, covered with his un-worthy junk. That thing was Report Cards. Upon the possession of the dreaded paper, the boy immediately felt a cold shot to his body. He suddenly picture being scolded by both parents, listening to repetitive lectures. He showed his friends, they weren't surprised. It was the first marking period where he failed. It wasn't just the average failure, it was a huge failure. Three classes failed, one being the lowest grade possible, a 55. He knew it was coming, seeing his procrastination skills, and overall giving-up attitude. He joined his fellow school mates on the bus, and greeted them with a shady grin. Everyone was examining the other cards, and bragging of their own, except for him. For he held the lowest grade. The whole 30 minutes he feared the remark of his parents. Usually on report card days, he would un-veil the paper to his mother, never his father. For they were divorced, but it wasn't like a nasty divorce, just they didn't live together, and always gave him a follow up call minutes later. But his father was their working on our sink. So he opens the door, and feels the silence. Immediately they inquire about the grade, predicting how well he did, well how he used to do. He warned them, and handed it to his mother first, seeing she was more gentle. Without a blink of his eye, he saw his mothers gentle face turn to rage. She didn't say anything, and handed it to his father. Then it all soaked in. They preached about how this would affect him in the future, and possibly his high school choice. Their exact words were "This wasn't the time to **** up". His father, being a high school drop out, grieved on how I was resembling his 'failing' self. How if I couldn't change these grades, I would most likely be kicked out not drop out. The next day was Parent/Teacher conferences. He gave them all his excuses, saying how the 55 teacher class wasn't even a real teacher (Which was actually true in the following month, but it didn't matter). So they gave him fair warning, and hoped he was being truthful. So the next day, they come back from the school. He was playing Xbox, and laughing with his friends. Suddenly the door slams open with his fathers angry face to greet him. Immeadiatly the boy was demanded to shut off the xbox, and the computer, which he did in a heart beat. Next he watched his xbox be unplugged and rugedly stolen from his room. He had many words to say, but it was his father. He would have plainly said them to his mother, but this wasn't the case. Blah...Blah...Blah. Well obviously that boy is me. That was back in November. The point of this thread is a plead for a cure to my excessive boredom. I can certainly last without an xbox, trust me. But now with daylight savings, and it getting dark around 5'o clock, I have nothing to do. Only things that somewhat cure my boredom is Forgehub, and youtube. I've played many online crappy games, hoping I would have a short addiction, but none have come up positive. Basically I'm asking you to give me some suggestions on what I can do, before I kill myself of boredom.
You can survive off the Xbox for at least 7 months. I'm trying to go for 8 right now, so don't try any harder than I am to avoid traumas.
I know that. Its not the xbox, its just everything. With snow on the ground, and darkness at 5, its very boring without anything to do besides the internet. I just need suggestions pl0x.
Step 1 - Turn on tv Step 2 - Vegg out Or if you dont like tv.... Step 1 - Take quarter Step 2 - Roll quarter across nuckles Step 3 - Repeat Here is a basic tut about how to do it: Q(*.*Q)
this as showed to me by zander,is addicting to the highest degree. Im stuck on the tube.any suggestions?
United States(lol) One night this very brilliant person brought glow in the dark paint, I wish I thought of that.