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Sure. So my child lied to me about picking up her room. She claimed that she did, and then when I checked it was still a mess. I told her that not telling me the truth hurt my feelings. A short while later, I told her that if she did her homework quickly, I would let them watch video for a bit before bedtime. When she

It’s sooooooo angry!

Well, be careful. He seems like a real player. I don’t want you to get hurt.

I think it sounds great.

These stories reminded me of a situation that happened to me years ago...I just moved cross country for a new job and thought it would be a good idea to get a haircut during before reporting to the office on the following Monday. Found a hair salon in the strip mall near my new apartment, a decent looking place. I

I was 8 and in 2nd grade when I started my period. I hadn’t even been told what my period was yet, and went to the nurse to ask for bandaids (it was very, very light the first time). When she called my mother and said I’d gotten my “period,” I flipped. The word period connoted some kind of ending for me and I’m pretty

This happened when I was about eleven and went to a horrible school with a class full of snotty little bitches who hated me (yes I’m 32 and still bitter). This was in Europe in the nineties, and brands like NafNaf and Benneton were CRAZY popular. I have no idea if NafNaf was in America as well, but it was basically

On my daughter’s first day of kindergarten, she clotheslined a 1st grade boy who had earlier called her a “booger eater” and made fun of her Dora backpack as he walked down the school bus aisle. They’re both in high school and dating now.

Sounds like a pretty teachable chemistry moment, no?

The only advice my mother gave me before I started Kindergarten was that, if I needed to pull up my tights, to do so in the restroom. In the middle of my first Kindergarten recess, I remember pulling up my tights in the middle of the playground and thinking...this isn’t right. Oh well. Here’s my butt, I guess.

In first grade, I don’t remember what happened but my first grade teacher, Mrs. McCarley, threatened to paddle every single one of us until whoever did The Thing confessed to doing it. (This was the 80s, so paddling was still a thing.) I did NOT do the thing, and I sure as hell wasn’t getting paddled for it, so I went

My first day of kindergarten, I wound up sitting next to two other girls named Heather. There was Heather P and Heather S and I was Heather C. Teacher thought it would be cute for the Heathers to be friends. She probably never did this after the movie Heathers came out. But it was 1986. So I sit down, all happy I am

Too bad nobody will see this because I’m a gray. OK, so it’s the early 90s, I’m about to start eighth grade, and I want to complete my over-the-summer transition from boring girl to cool alternative girl. My flannel shirt and Chuck Taylors aren’t enough: To complete my look, I need bobbed black hair like Samantha

My mother was very prepared for my very first day of school - I was 4 years old - in all particulars but one: colouring pencils. She showed me my pencilcase with pencil, eraser, ruler, and one solitary red colouring pencil, and carefully explained that I was supposed to have colouring pencils, but there was only one.

Thats so hard. I think it should be a law that periods dont happen until age 13. Maybe 14.

Not my story but ... My husband and his brother attended the same experimental private school when they were small. One day my future brother-in-law decided to re-enact Jaws for his kindergarden class. To make things as realistic as possible, he jumped into the school’s koi pond and bit a live frog in two. Both boys

Oh, so many hugs! That’s just awful.

Summer of ‘94 we had just moved to a new town and I was staring the fifth grade in a new school. The day before school started, I was playing with one of those little rubber poppy toys - the ones that are half circles that you flip inside out and then wait for it to flip itself back, thus launching it into the air.

When I was in third grade I started school a week late because my family was in Europe. When I got back I thought all my friends would be excited to see me but instead I found out that someone had started a rumor I had died.

Honestly the trolls on this website have gotten out of hand.