I want to relive Kindergarden...

I'm really not sure if this is the right place to put all of this post, but i'm nostalgically ranting, so....

I want to relive kindergarden.

Try to follow me here and give it a chance.
Maybe it's not kindergarden for you, but any moment in your childhood when you were content with life.
Life was just simpler. None of us had to worry about dumb parents or retarded teachers or making good grades or paying our car payments or dealing with dumbass girls or anything like that....I long for that simplicity again.
Don't get me wrong, i love the perks of being 18. But that doens't mean i can't appreciate the perks of being 7.
When i was in kindergarden at Washington (i only went there for that year), if you could tie your shoes, you were a god. It was the highlight of the month.
If you were to ask me what i'm doing now, i'd have a full calender of stuff to tell you about, but in kindergarden, shit, i had the next five years ahead of me empty.
I can remember looking up at the sixth graders and thinking, "thats so far away!" Of course when i became a sixth grader i would stand it awe at seniors and think "wow, they can drive, have girlfriends, and they even shave!" But nowadays, i get sick of my checks going to car insurance payments, girls are nothing but trouble(not that i don't like them), and i get really sick of having to shave.
All i did when i was young was play nintendo and take naps. There's life for you, play NES and sleep, how can you tell me that is not your life goal?
I met some of my favorite people in kindergarden and i'm still friends with them to this day. And here we are, on the brink of graduation, and most likely, i'll never see 95% of our senior class ever again. While i'll be happy not to see some people, i'll be disappointed not to see others. I know it sounds gay, but i think i'll miss a lot of people.

I want to relive kindergarden. If only for just a day, i just want a chance, now that i've grow older and wiser, to relive my childhood.

Thanks for listening and sorry if i bored you. I know this was kinda personal, serious post, but that's my rant for ya. Does anyone feel the same way though?

[Titan]

In all honesty... the two proudest moments in my life came from me A.) helping my brother on NES games, and B.) making my other brother crack up laughing.

You don't have nearly as much time for so much of the things that make life worth living when you grow up.


[This message has been edited by Titan (edited December 15, 2002).]

I a completely with you. To tell you the truth I would like to go back to almost any time in elementary school. Even in the sixth grade things were much, much simpler (or more simple, which is it?) than they are now. Hell, I remember some days in the fourth and fifth grades that I would actually like going to school, but that's because I had two kick ass teachers. Anyways, yeah I feel the same way some times. Too bad we're only going to get further and further away from those days...

Exactly, when life was simpler.

There is an einstein quote that goes something like "everything in life should be as simple as possible...and no simpler"

50cent, I think you were in my kindegarden class...

[Lethal]

Pliedes,
I happened to be rather good friends with you in kindergarden. Who knows if you remember but we were. And i have something i need to get off my chest. Maybe this should be in the confessionals i dont know. But i stole one your little lego swords. I thought i was super cool and i had to have it. I'm sorry, it was wrong. If you want it back im sure i could find it. Sorry again. And yes, I often times think about how great it was not to have a worry in the world. Sometimes i think if im super rich when i could older it could be the same again.

Lethal. First off, i do remember you from way back when, we used to be tight when we were little, what happened?
As for stealing the sword. I'm not fucking with you when i say i remember losing pieces back in the day, but not that far back. I'm honored that you thought my legos were cool enough to steal. I still have all my legos and cherish them like you wouldn't believe.
As for the sword though... it really isn't a big deal, but if you ever run across it, i'd love to see it!
Also, i stole a few pieces from my church in fourth grade, so i'm guilty too.

[BigDongedHoe]

In fourth grade I stole Greg Ferguson's book of trading cards.....I just took them and put them in my book bag....I want to apologize to everybody for that. I agree life was so much easier when I was little. I don't think I would want to go back to Kindergarten but I wouldn't mind going back to freshman year right now. I'm just not ready to face "Real Life" next year. I'm not ready for the emotions of growing up. Next year I won't be living with my parents and I won't be going to my best friends house every week-end and that's not something I'm ready for. I want to have another year of high school and athletics. Another year of being a Warsaw Tiger. As much as I fucking hate the school I do not want to leave it. Nubblies will always be a way for all of us to communicate in college though and that is something that I really look forward too. Instead of Senior Nubblies it's gonna be College Nubblies ! Kind of like when Saved By the Bell turned into the College Years. Nubblies will no longer have posts about high school convocations but rather College Professors...while this time of change is quickly approaching and some of us may not be ready...it's something we all must accept and move on from.

You are right though Pliedes, things were so much simpler when it was freshman year. I remember thinking about how people tell you "it's high school you need to work hard and think about college" and I thought to myself "fuck you old man I got 4 years of this shit to do whatever I want." Now I'm thinking more along the lines of "shit I wish I would of worked harder and thought more about college...". Either way high school surely is a life changing experience. Simply going to the Y today and seeing all of the college guys back playing Y-ball made me think about how seeing them at WCHS was just like yesterday...it was kind of sad but at the sametime reminded me that growing up is something you can't stop...it happens to everyone, wether we like it or not.

In the next 5 years one of us nubblites will probably be married. In 6 years one of us nubblites will probably have kids. In 6 years one of us nubblites may not be alive... While those are sad thoughts to think it's merely only a chance of truth. This message board albite the shit talking is a way for everyone to keep in touch. I just hope that people take the time to check in and keep in touch.

Think of this:
First week of college all of us are at our respective colleges. The Reviews section is packed with each college review and how the week is gone. It will be a reassurance for everyone to basically say "holy fuck I'm not the only person experiencing college, I have fellow nubblites across not only the state but the nation feeling these exact same things." Lets keep nubblies going...not only for the sake of the board but for the sake of ourselves....

[Ugly Bastard]

I agree with BDH on the whole "keep nubblies going" thing.

On the topic of confessing our wrongs that we commited in our youth, I would like to say sorry to a certain friend of mine for throwing up all over his bed one time while he wasn't in the room, and then not saying anything about it to anyone.

-Ugly Bastard

I tried to think of an apology to make...but came up with nothing. About 5 minutes ago, while not thinking of anything, the incident that I'm about to mention popped into my mind. Interesting...isn't it...

Anyway, in like 4th or 5th grade, I was waiting in the "return your tray" line in the lunchroom. My hands were full of garbage at the time...so when I felt a sneeze coming on I didn't really know what to do. I simply sneezed straight in front of me...leaving a large glob of green shit on the back of the person next in line...Jesse Greene. I never told the poor guy...only God knows how long he walked around with a huge ass snotball on his back. I'm sorry, Jesse.