So, my dear wonketeers, Yr. Teen Kolumnist will not, in fact, be bringing you tales of merriment, jimmy rustling, and subtle spam for his Facebook page or even for exquisitely handsome men on mugs. I, in fact, have some somber-ass news. Amid the panic caused by
At the school where I teach, we went through a phase back around 2003 where we had a bomb threat about once a week for 2 months. Nov and Dec. Oh and spa chlorine pucks being set on fire in a stairwell 2 or 3 times. They caught that guy and he was suspended for a year. We never did nail the threateners, though I had a good idea who they were. It was a stressful time.
Typical government-run school system, idling their resources at just the time when there's work to be done. Why have the kids standing outside when they could be sweeping the school for explosives? Maybe give a bonus to the first one to find it. That would teach the kids a valuable lesson.
When I worked for the county government, the procedure for bomb threats was to evacuate the building (yay!) and have certain designated employees (like me!) stand by the doorway to keep unsuspecting members of the public from walking in the building/epicenter. We got bomb threats pretty much whenever the property tax bills went out or a new sewer line was approved. So while I was standing by the door, I wondered if this was a good place to be under those circumstances. (BTW: We tried putting signs in front of the door instead of me, but the public did not know how to read I guess.) In the end, I never got blown up.
As part of my skills as a bomb warden, I learned ALWAYS TAKE YOUR KEYS. Because the bomb sniffing dogs work slowly. I think it was two bomb sniffs followed by five butt sniffs. So without keys, I can't go home. And if I got a ride, I couldn't get in. So always take your keys.
As a contributor to your Dad's lavish stipend, I'm happy to see he's bringing you up right, with the f-bombs and ditching school and all.
At the school where I teach, we went through a phase back around 2003 where we had a bomb threat about once a week for 2 months. Nov and Dec. Oh and spa chlorine pucks being set on fire in a stairwell 2 or 3 times. They caught that guy and he was suspended for a year. We never did nail the threateners, though I had a good idea who they were. It was a stressful time.
I teach it. Could be worse.
Disturbing may be a better word. The 'roo would suggest that he has a sense of humor.
That's mostly the nukular ones, innit?
Typical government-run school system, idling their resources at just the time when there's work to be done. Why have the kids standing outside when they could be sweeping the school for explosives? Maybe give a bonus to the first one to find it. That would teach the kids a valuable lesson.
THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
When I worked for the county government, the procedure for bomb threats was to evacuate the building (yay!) and have certain designated employees (like me!) stand by the doorway to keep unsuspecting members of the public from walking in the building/epicenter. We got bomb threats pretty much whenever the property tax bills went out or a new sewer line was approved. So while I was standing by the door, I wondered if this was a good place to be under those circumstances. (BTW: We tried putting signs in front of the door instead of me, but the public did not know how to read I guess.) In the end, I never got blown up.
As part of my skills as a bomb warden, I learned ALWAYS TAKE YOUR KEYS. Because the bomb sniffing dogs work slowly. I think it was two bomb sniffs followed by five butt sniffs. So without keys, I can't go home. And if I got a ride, I couldn't get in. So always take your keys.
Ah shenanigans! Nowadays it's baggy pants, tattoos, and that rappy music. Bring back shenanigans.
Don't talk to your father that way.
Pixel Jr. just got a smack in the face because my arms don't reach Idaho.
She goes to another school, you wouldn't know her.
Except on Saturday (and even in the comments today) this <i>is</i> the Olde Korner.
As a contributor to your Dad&#039;s lavish stipend, I&#039;m happy to see he&#039;s bringing you up right, with the f-bombs and ditching school and all.
And wind chill of 35? What are you, a delicate flower?
I thought you were from Idaho. Call me when the wind chill drops below 0.
I thought that they were supposed to be clearly marked &quot;BOMB&quot;.
Less-than-voluntary stint in the army between the two.
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