"My Primary School"

Remember that house cleanup I was forced to do last January? In the process, I found an uncursed broken rusty floppy disk with a label reading the same as this thread's title.

This was from an autobiographical writing contest we had at my school, back in '07. For some reason that remains unknown to me to this day, I signed up and repeatedly prompted my friend to do the same. He gave me the words he was able to throw up in this floppy.

For your reading pleasure, I recovered the document using my magic computer forensic skills and translated it to English, while attempting to preserve the typos, awkward sentence construction and feel of the original :lol:

My Primary School1 My childhood began at that school in that 1st grade with new friends and a new teacher. I remember my first day I was very nervous, but afterwards I got accustomed and began making friends with the others. We made a good group in 1° "C" with my best friend <name withheld>. Second grade was with the same teacher and the same group. On third grade my best friend left but new ones came. We finally arrive at the last cycle, the hardest2. I remember the seventh grade classroom was in front of a window and we always had dictation and we were in silence the noise from buses or cars stood out, and in the afternoon the smell of the foods that were prepared. The girls' bathroom was in front of my classroom and that made it be almost always busy because there ws a lady cleaning it and clean smell. On the other hand, the boys' bathroom not so much, because they didn't care a lot as every time they fixed it the kids broke it. The rooftop was our wide recreation place frm which all of the school could be seen, that's where we got ahead with our tasks to finish our works fast and go play football3. My primary school is the place where I'd like to return because I spent many of the best stages of my life there.

1 = in the original Spanish, he used the wrong gender for "primary"
2 = since primary school in Argentina lasts seven years, I'm guessing he found a time machine at some point during third grade
3 = maybe this is why you work on a supermarket pushing carts now

Kind of like time capsule eh the nostalgia :soMuchWin:

Nostalgic memory of younger days
I miss it :tongue:

Well, my primary school was wicked. One day a classmate brought a porn magazine, hid it inside the English textbook, and we all went to a corner of the classroom to "study". :lol:

So started the Era of Porn King;) anon eh:biggrin:

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Originally Posted by ozymandis

So started the Era of Porn King;) anon eh:biggrin:

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anon: The Origins

During my last year, a kid from another class had this hardcore hentai comic book he claimed to have found lying near the benches. Everyone was crazy to see the pictures in it... I think there were like twenty of us sitting around him.

Later on, when this happened, I'd discover the story was complete BS, and he had taken it from an older brother precisely to flash it around and get all this "fame".

All of this, in turn, is pretty tame compared to what a friend told me about his school. They got physical there :wermm:

Edit: wait, that was the same friend who wrote the masterpiece in the first post. I guess that's why it was so short... it's an abridged version without all the juicy bits :naughty:

He he I am already enjoying this thread anon:The Origins has a nice ring to it:klatsch_3:

Smart guy I kind of knew he brought it even before I read the bit about it being his brother's no one will leave hardcore hentai near the benches ;)

Pray do tell about physical you got me hooked there anon:naughty:

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Originally Posted by ozymandis

Pray do tell about physical you got me hooked there anon:naughty:

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I don't know... this is an international forum and I'm afraid to make our educational system look bad in front of the rest of the world :wtinfoil:

Pm me then:biggrin: