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You may or may not have seen it before you made this post, Game, but I edited my post to add this: "As I read your post, A's offense here would be even worse than shouting in C's ear." But, based on what you say in this post, I think that I must have misread you. Turning to it, now, let me see if I get what you're sayin:

If A is disrupting a conversation B and C are trying to have I would, as the parent, tell A to stop.

Given that A has clearly been instructed by B and C not to address them, would you see an attempt by A to join their conversation as an attempt to "disrupt" it? I don't think you are saying that, but I'm not 100% sure. Right before the part I quoted above, you said:

B and C cannot force A to be silent. A, however cannot force B and C to listen.

By even opening his mouth, isn't A kinda "forcing" them to listen (assuming they don't have earplugs on)?

That's all B and C are asking of you. They're asking you to tell A never to open his mouth around them again. If he does, they explain to you, he is ipso facto both "disrupting" their conversation and improperly "forcing" them to listen.
 
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Again, it is not any person's obligation to appease another person's desires. Person C is the one who wishes not to hear person A. Whatever burdens or disadvantages that come along with the efforts involved in not hearing person A are person C's problem. Person A has no responsibility to protect person C from reasonable conversation.

Well, Game, I tend to see it this way too. It appears that the mods see it differently. Just because you and I don't share the same view as them doesn't mean they are wrong, of course. That said, I had been under the impression that the mods were acting on their own initative when warning me. At the very end I found at that they were apparently responding to (and apparently trying to satisfy) a complaining victim.

Had I known that, the whole discussion would have taken a different turn. On the other hand, I was mainly just trying to correct what I believed to be misstatements throughout that whole thread, rather than trying to "re-litigate," as Kicky put it. Even so, I guess I was also hoping to see a plausible explanation of why my posts were considered intolerable. I guess the fact that someone complained might, in itself, be considered to be a "plausible explanation" by some.



Hopper, would you mind providing a little more detail here? Are you the victim? Is the complainer the victim? Are both of you victims? What was the complaint?

No prob, Game: https://jazzfanz.com/showthread.php/1072-Jesse-Jackson-is-a-Clown-and-Needs-to-Stop-Already/page11

I'm not sure if that link will take you to a specific post or just a page. The post I'm trying to direct you to is the last post (made by me) on page 11 of that thread (that's how it appears on my browser, at least). It starts out this way: "The "complaint:" "Reason: 10 of the last 12 posts are from Hopper. Even with him on ignore, it makes these threads hard to read." If that's not enough for you to find it, I can quote it in full, if you want.
 
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Maybe you should tell the girls in the second scenario to learn pig latin so they'll understand what the boys are saying. If they say they don't want to, tell them to quit being whiny little bitches.
 
Maybe you should tell the girls in the second scenario to learn pig latin so they'll understand what the boys are saying. If they say they don't want to, tell them to quit being whiny little bitches.

Heh. Well, Catratcho, you and I, we might be inclined to do just that. But that's probably just because we're pricks who aren't the least bit considerate of needs, desires, and wishes of others. And impolite about it, to boot, eh?
 
Maybe you should tell the girls in the second scenario to learn pig latin so they'll understand what the boys are saying. If they say they don't want to, tell them to quit being whiny little bitches.

Heh. Well, Catratcho, you and I, we might be inclined to do just that. But that's probably just because we're pricks who aren't the least bit considerate of needs, desires, and wishes of others. And impolite about it, to boot, eh?

if it was at school, during school hours, and I was in charge, I'd might also tell them that we are in school to learn proper language skills and they should use proper English and save their secret language for after school hours.

Or maybe I'd give a lesson in Pig Latin so everybody could understand and it wouldn't be such a secret language any more. But then the taxpayers would probably object that their taxes were being spent unwisely to teach something not in the curriculum, so maybe I wouldn't do that after all.
 
I remember one time in school, well, actually it wasn't just one time, but still. Did anyone have "THINK and DO" books in school? They were like workbooks, we had 'em in early primary grades, and they sort of went with our reading curriculum. At any rate, I remember one time when I did the entire page wrong, and the teacher was going around the classroom checking over our work, and she came to me and said loudly "This is called Think and Do for a reason. First you think, then you do. This doesn't look like you did any thinking at all!"

I was soooooooooo humiliated. It was awful.

But she was still my favorite teacher. Her name was Mrs. Olson, and I had her for two different grades. And believe me, it made me think!
 
LOL, that was one bad memory, sort of. But it's good that I can laugh about it now. Does anybody else have any bad memories from their early school days? Well, except for getting beat up - that doesn't really count as part of school, I'm talking more about things that are more directly related to schoolwork and teachers. Unless your teacher beat you up? Lordy, I hope not!
 
...I might also tell them that we are in school to learn proper language skills and they should use proper English and save their secret language for after school hours.

Even at recess, Mo? Jeez, ya ole curmudgeon, ya, that's when kids are supposed to be able to have fun, eh?

Or maybe I'd give a lesson in Pig Latin so everybody could understand and it wouldn't be such a secret language any more.

Well, Mo, in real life ya probably wouldn't have to. I'm sure that at least some of the boys would be willing to take them away from the crowd and learn 'em a few thangs, ya know? And, in real life, some of the girls would wanna git schooled, too. But, in my hypothetical (which aint realistic), the girls didn't WANT to learn it, remember? And, if that's the case, ya couldn't learn em nuthin anyway, know what I'm sayin? Ya can lead a hoss down to the crick, but....
 
Does anybody else have any bad memories from their early school days?

I mainly has some GREAT memories, eh, Mo? Like that time Miss Johnson come into the classroom and didn't even know her blouse was half unbuttoned. That ROCKED! Like, HARD, if ya catch my drift, eh?

Wasn't the onliest time she come in with her hair all tangled and her dress not buttoned right, neither. We kinda took to followin her round without her knowin. Turns out she had this habit of steppin into the janitor's closet with the janitor for spell, eh?

Then we would stand outside the door and listen. Goes without no kinda sayin, I spoze, but....

That ROCKED!
 
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if it was at school, during school hours, and I was in charge, I'd might also tell them that we are in school to learn proper language skills and they should use proper English and save their secret language for after school hours.

Or maybe I'd give a lesson in Pig Latin so everybody could understand and it wouldn't be such a secret language any more. But then the taxpayers would probably object that their taxes were being spent unwisely to teach something not in the curriculum, so maybe I wouldn't do that after all.

Even at recess, Mo? Jeez, ya ole curmudgeon, ya, that's when kids are supposed to be able to have fun, eh?



Well, Mo, in real life ya probably wouldn't have to. I'm sure that at least some of the boys would be willing to take them away from the crowd and learn 'em a few thangs, ya know? And, in real life, some of the girls would wanna git schooled, too. But, in my hypothetical (which aint realistic), the girls didn't WANT to learn it, remember? And, if that's the case, ya couldn't learn em nuthin anyway, know what I'm sayin? Ya can lead a hoss down to the crick, but....

well, to your first point, yeah, if they're at recess during school hours, it's still on the taxpayer's dime, so to speak, so I would think that it would be desirable to continue to reinforce the lessons they're learning inside the classroom.

and to your second point, you know girls tend to want to please their teachers and get good grades and all, so I imagine if the teacher is teaching it as part of a lesson the girls are going to be good students and study up real hard so they can ace the test and show-up the boys.
 
well, to your first point, yeah, if they're at recess during school hours, it's still on the taxpayer's dime, so to speak, so I would think that it would be desirable to continue to reinforce the lessons they're learning inside the classroom.

Well, could be, I spoze. They never done that where I got schooled, though. They didn't teach kickball, dodgeball, and them kinda thangs in the classroom, but that's the kinda thang we done at recess.
 
Mo, when you said this

I would think that it would be desirable to continue to reinforce the lessons they're learning inside the classroom.

did you remember that in my hypothetical situation I had said this:

3 of these hoodlums find it entertaining, interesting, and challenging to talk to each other in pig latin.


If so, I don't think I agree with you (what else is new, eh?). I really can't see what would be wrong with kids playin creative little word games which they enjoy at recess. In it's own way, it seems to me that would actually kinda serve to "reinforce the lessons they're learning inside the classroom."

Maybe I'm missin sumthin. Can you elaborate on your thoughts, Mo? Anyone else have an opinion on this?
 
LOL, that was one bad memory, sort of. But it's good that I can laugh about it now. Does anybody else have any bad memories from their early school days? Well, except for getting beat up - that doesn't really count as part of school, I'm talking more about things that are more directly related to schoolwork and teachers. Unless your teacher beat you up? Lordy, I hope not!

Yeah, I had a few bad experiences in my early school days. In pre-school at the Little Red School House (in the Glendale area) I said **** and the teacher literally washed my mouth out with the bar of soap from the bathroom all the kids used.

In kindergarten, Frankin Elementary (1115 W 300 S), I said **** and got locked in a closet for about an hour.

In first grade I spelled "people" p-e-e-p-o-l-e and my teacher started making fun of me saying "pee-pole, hahaha, peeee-pole, hahaha"

In fourth grade I had Mr. Fredrickson. One time he called me a liar so I trough my spelling book at him and called him a **** head. Once we got in an argument because I told him that glass is actually a liquid and he told me to shut up about it, I was wrong and I was just trying to cause problems. https://www.phys.ncku.edu.tw/mirrors/physicsfaq/General/Glass/glass.html He didn't let me go on a filed trip to the Hansen Planetarium because I had been banished to the office for the last two weeks and didn't even know about it, thus no permission slip . I called him an *** hole and went back to my desk in the office. The principal was walking out of his office and noticed me coming back in, asked me what happened. I said, "I told him he was an *** hole...because he's just like you!." Then I went and sat at my desk. He told me he was going to call my father. I told him to go ahead. He didn't call. Another time I hit a girl before school started and he tried to send me to the office again. I told him I wasn't going to the office because I didn't do anything during school so it was none of their business. He told me again. I told him again that I wasn't going to. He shut up about it. After 1st recess he told me again to go to the office. I told him I wan't going to. He came over to make me go to the office. I got up and started running around the class to stay away from him. The other kids started getting a pretty good kick out of it. I was probably running around for a good 30 seconds. Finally I just gave up and he grabbed me by one arm and around the waist and he carried me to the principal's office.

That was the last day I spent in that classroom. There were two months left in the school year and I spent them at my regular desk in the school office. This desk had been at the school before I started going there. It was in the waiting room of the school office and it was sort of like sitting in the corner with a dunce cap on. Sometimes a kid would get in trouble and he/she would have to sit there for a few hours. Maybe if they got in bad trouble they'd go there for the rest of the day. Overall I spent five out of the nine months of that school year sitting at that desk. While at the desk I didn't receive instruction, I didn't have assignments or homework. I read all of my reading book so I asked him for the next one. He opened my old reading book and quickly asked me a few random questions that he picked out by thumbing through the book. I didn't get them all right so he shoved the book back at me and told me I wasn't finished with that one. So I went back to the office and sat there. The desk was up against a window that looked out onto the playground. I didn't get recess as part of my punishment. I did have a few games I'd play though. One was to smash the ants that would crawl onto my desk in as many different and creative ways as I could think of. The other was to listen to the secretary talking on the phone and try to figure out what the other person was saying and to anticipate her response. Other then that it was mostly just sitting there with no one to talk to and nothing to do. My parents had no idea that I wasn't in class. Mr. Fredrickson didn't even mention it at the parent teacher conference. I never mentioned it because I didn't want to get in trouble.

I got along pretty well after fourth grade with a few incidences here and there. In sixth grade I transferred from Franklin to Lone Peak Elementary up in Sandy. Brad Miller, one of LHM's kids, was in my class. I had a pretty hard time adjusting.
 
I love those stories Game!!! Loved 'em! I tried giving you some points but the system won't let me. How unfair.
 
LOL, that was one bad memory, sort of. But it's good that I can laugh about it now. Does anybody else have any bad memories from their early school days?

Well, Mo, there was that there one time when Miss Johnson had been sittin at her desk for a spell while I was in the front row, I guess....kinda went down like this here, as I recalls:

Miss Johnson: Hopper, what the hell are you doing?

Me: What?

MJ: What are you doin there?

Me: I aint doin nuthin, Miss Johnson....just sittin here mindin my own damn bidnizz, that's all.

MJ: You've had your grubby little hands down the front of your pants for 20 minutes. Is there an explanation for that?

Me: Sho nuff.

MJ: Well...?

Me: Well, what?

MJ. What's your explanation, boy?

Me: I been lookin up your skirt, that's what.


That's when she done went plumb ballistic on my sorry little ***, ya know? Jumped up and started smackin me from here to Christmas, I tellya what!

But....ya know....come to think about it, it aint really no bad memory. I loved it!
 
yep, aint, mainstreaming certainly can lead to some unintended consequences - - that's why I don't necessarily think it's always a good idea.
 
Hear that, Mo. I misses the short bus. Me and this one little girl used to sit in the back and....aww, well, you probably don't even wanna hears it, so....
 
Since when did Dragon take over Bronco's account?

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