do you remember...

I've got one - does anyone remember when Mrs. Kilpatrick got the eyepatch? Also, she would sit at her desk with that fan blowing up her dress. ::shudder:: 'Nuff said.

OH the eyepatch...forgot that one. The smell of her room...I will never forget though

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Also, she would sit at her desk with that fan blowing up her dress.

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The smell of her room...I will never forget though.

Could there be a connection there? :puke:
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That was gross.

Well it did smell like urine!

I remember stuff I did, but not so much of what others have done..


I remember breaking my arm when I fell off a basketball goal in the Jr. High gym. I grabbed it with my hands, then wrapped my legs around the rim, let my hands go and dangled off the rim up side down. Then I attempted to do a backwards flip by releasing my legs and landing on my feet. Instead I fell straight down and landed on my face and arm. ..Later that year I did the same thing to the same basketball goal showing some people how I had broken my arm. A coach walked in and saw me dangling there, yelled, told the other coaches and I got spanked for it. Coach Reese and Bloodworth took me into their office in the High School gym and Reese did the spanking. There I was; a 9th grader, getting a spanking! Reese took a couple of swings and then complained about his back and stopped. Bloodworth wanted him to continue but he was done for. It was funny.
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That is strange. 14 yo's should not get spanked.

I didn't even know they spanked at Goodpasture. I wasn't ever in any trouble but the fact that neither of my brothers ever got spanked speaks volumes! LOL Sorry Jeramy, but it's true, you were somewhat of a troublemaker sometimes.

I got "detention" for chewing gum. So Miss. Thomas made me create the Spanish quiz for her classes later that day. Does anyone remember the paddles from elementary...I forget which teacher used to show it off??

I remember spring football training with Jeramy. We were running wind sprints on the field and I noticed he was dipping. I was like, "what the hell are you doing?" "makes me run faster", classic Jeramy response.

LOL Now that definitely sounds like something he'd say. And by the way Jeramy, that makes no sense at all.

Anyone remember the kid that pissed all over Justin Purkey's shoes.[/quote]

I remember and know the kid that pissed all over Purkey's shoe's i was in 8th grade when it happened after basketball practice

That took some balls. Not because Purkey was the all American quaterback of the football team type but to piss on anyone shoes that is bigger and stronger is just crazy. Excellent

you are so funny! I am sorry, but I do not remember any of them. You must have a great memory. I got your email about the site. DO you need for me to pass the news onto the contacts for the Class of 98 that I have?
Hope things are going well.

That would be awesome Kristi. Anything and everything is welcome. I enjoyed seeing you at the home coming game, I wish I would have gone to the reunion.

!0 to 11 years ago A few peeps and myself were set to see the Offspring play. That was when there was a 328 performence hall. They got snowed in and stayed in Denver.

This is the rest of the story.

Allen, Adam, Ben Sweet, and I were standing in an empty parking lot. A large black suv pulled into the lot. We were just 4 guys standing in a parking lot, pissed about a concert cancellation trying to figure out what to do on a Saturday night in downtown Nashville.

Until Mr. black suv rolled down his window and said "hey , you need that medicine". I need to inform the reader that I am a magnet for oddnes. We all shook our heads(no) and continued chatting amongst ourselves. This is the replay of that night.

Drug Dealer: Come here I got alot of crack and I need to get rid of it. Do you know where I can sell it?
Hurley: Actually yes I do, any public school you can find will do. Stratford is the closest, after that move on to Maplewood.
Drug Dealer: Thanks man here is a free sample.
Hurley: (Talking to other guys) Holy Shite that guy gave me a crack rock and a forged business card.

We all walked around for a bit after that and I accedentially forgot the crack rock until the next day of school. Only Brooke Thurman and I know what happened to that crack rock.(and anyone else I told) Stay away from Sir Pizza

Ah, Sir Pizza!

I am trying to remember something to write here. But I am coming up blank about school'ish events in those days.
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