Report for Tom Gilboa
Approved stories3
Pending stories (hidden) 1
Rejected stories (hidden) 1
Deleted stories (hidden) 1
SummaryExemplary Child

I spent most of my time as a four-year-old trying to prise the rocket out of the backpack of the Boba Fett Star Wars action figure. I was sure that, once the rocket was detached, Boba Fett's backpack would open up new worlds of entertainment.

Boba Fett's rocket was not detachable. There was no entertainment to be had in his backpack. I'm sure there's a valuable life lesson to be learned in this somewhere, but I can't detach the damned rocket to find out what it is.

There was one kid who was accused of hogging the French exchange students. The teachers were informed, a commitee was convened, the kid was reprimanded. The reprimand was stapled into his permanent file. Later, this reprimand kept the exchange-student-hogger out of a prestigious university.
(I'm approving this story because I have no idea what hogging means in this context. To me, hogging means "keeping them all to yourself", and I love the image of this student crowd-surfing everywhere on a sea of fifty frenchmen, saying "allez la-bas!")

We were subjected to school assemblies in which motivational speakers, usually fat, badly-dressed men, would badger us for an hour or two. One such speaker, this time a fat, badly-dressed woman, held up a piece of paper, and informed us that this was our self-esteem. She then proceeded to go through all the rotten things that were said to us (or, we suspected, her) in the course of the day.
"You're ugly."

"No, you can't sit with us."

"Jesus, you honk like a good'un, Cheryl."
With each insult, she would tear off a strip of paper. At the end of the day, evidently, one is left with a very small scrap of paper, or self-esteem.
It was common in the following week for children who had been insulted to pick up a piece of paper and rip it with a mock-sad face; that fat useless jabba had accidentally given children a decent defence to any insult.