Childhood is counting dots on the ceiling of a room filled with desks that smell like moldy sandwiches while a middle aged woman speaks of things she doesn't even know.
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Childhood is counting dots on the ceiling of a room filled with desks that smell like moldy sandwiches while a middle aged woman speaks of things she doesn't even know.
Sums it up! And who can forget the year's worth of hidden used chewing gum stuck underneath the desks. Eww!
Look who's here @ninahaskin glad to have you here.
One time I ran out of desks to hide them used chewing gums😅
Greetings and thank you! @doziekash
Did you attend schools where chewing gum was forbidden? I did. You either had to put it under the desk before getting caught or swallow it when the teacher busted you.
Yeah. That is so true. Swallowing was always the first option that came to my mind. Then they Told us that if you keep swallowing chewing gum, it will end up tying up your intestines lol
You kill me all the time Lol. That is one funny way to describe your childhood
The other non sleeping part of my childhood I was riding bikes with friends, but I only got one sentence^^