Getting an error while trying to play a movie—any ideas?
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Matthew Castillo5 said:Maybe they're just from the Midwest? That kind of thing is practically a local tradition there.
Anonymous said:That’s spot on. I remember my late grandmother talking about how food was always the main topic of conversation—which makes sense, given that hunger was a constant shadow during her childhood. She and one of her brothers were actually sent out to the Midwest as kids to find relief from the famine. She had better luck; she was taken in by a family in a small town and treated like one of their own. Her brother, on the other hand, really caught the short end of the stick. The family that took him in basically put him to work in a barn, making him toil away all day long.
Elizabeth Gomez3 said:You’ll see—everything will turn out fine. Once you actually step back onto campus, you’ll realize nobody even remembers
Honestly, I would never offer tutoring ever again... people simply don't appreciate the effort. I cruised through all eight years of middle school with straight A's; some of my teachers even begged me to help students who were on the verge of failing 🙄 And of course, being who I am, I always helped... only to have it come back to haunt me when the very people I supported treated me like garbage 😳
Eventually, I just had to draw a line in the sand. No more helping, no more letting people copy my homework, no more private tutoring... if a professor called on me in class, I’d give the bare minimum answer required to avoid looking disrespectful
As for high school... 😲 it was a nightmare. There were 28 of us, split into these ridiculous groups of fifteen 🙄 It was a total disaster. I barely made it through those four hellish years 😳 I've stayed in touch with only two girls; as for the rest, I have absolutely no desire to hear from them or see their faces ever again 🙄
Bryan Thompson5 said:Thanks. Honestly, I'm hoping for the same thing too 😬
Bryan Thompson5 said:Well, there's that old theory—if you're unlucky in love, you make up for it everywhere else, and vice versa. It's like a cosmic balancing act...🙂
But then there are people like me... who just can't catch a break in any category whatsoever.🙄
Bryan Thompson5 said:That sounds like pure luck... or maybe you're just more social than you think? But since you say you aren't, it really has to be luck. Man, I wish I’d had even a little bit of that kind of luck...
Bryan Thompson5 said:Well, maybe... I'm guessing you already had a little circle of friends from middle school before you even started high school.
As for me, I moved to Washington, D.C. for school even though I wasn't originally from there...🙄
Bryan Thompson5 said:Man, what kind of school were you even at? My freshman year was pure hell... easily the worst four years of my life.
Bryan Thompson5 said:I feel you.
It might not be the case for everyone, but if you aren't mentally tough—or if you don't set some boundaries right on day one—high school just gets progressively more brutal.
In my opinion, just sitting around waiting for another year to pass isn't going to lead to anything good...
Melissa Nguyen said:Hey... I'm 14, and I know this probably sounds like some typical teenage drama, but honestly, it feels horrific and I’m totally lost on what to do.
Adults always brush this stuff off as nonsense, but when you're 14 and everyone around you has basically turned against you, it sucks—it really does. I'm about to start 8th grade, and during our school trip, one of my "friends" started flirting with this guy she knew I'd had a crush on for ages. I actually talked to her about it—we were honest with each other and thought we'd cleared the air—but then the rest of the girls in my class just went absolutely feral. They started screaming at me, calling me rude and stuck-up, saying they didn't want anything to do with me anymore. It got so bad that they actually burst into my room during the trip and started yelling threats... telling me they'd literally break my neck. I went to my teacher to report it, and we had this big group sit-down, but it was useless—some said they'd make up, while others flat-out refused to even look at me. I feel terrible because of everything they said, and the worst part is that it was the "popular" cliques leading the charge—they've basically turned the entire grade against me, even kids who weren't even involved in the fight. Now, I don't have a single friend left in that class, which is just devastating. My parents are amazing and support me, but that doesn't make it any easier when I walk into school and have to watch people gossip about me right to my face or roll their eyes every time I open my mouth. I know I should be grateful for my parents, my straight A's, and being healthy, but I still feel so pathetic knowing that nobody in my grade wants me around or respects me. And get this—I was literally tutoring those same people in Chemistry and Math just so they wouldn't fail the grade! Please, if anyone has even a shred of comfort or advice, let me know... I'm feeling so depressed that I genuinely dread going back to school this fall.
Patrick Wright2 said:Alright, you totally glossed over this part.
Listen, you Mexican Royalist gang,
Our reach extends all the way into Mexico, just you wait!
Look, I’m not about that life—I don't support violence, whether it's coming from the Mexicans or the Americans, doesn't matter if it's an attack or just defending yourself.
If things get too heavy, I'd honestly rather just bail. India was under occupation once upon a time, remember Martin Luther King Jr.?
Patrick Wright2 said:Go on then, quote one single hateful lyric or a call to arms from Thompson's songs.
Do you even listen to Thompson?
I won't give you just one, I'll give you thirty.
Because of Ann and a goblet of wine,
I'll set the frontier on fire all the way to Knoxville.
I'll burn down two or three Mexican headquarters,
so my coming wasn't for nothing.
Thompson plays, AKs and rifles roar,
Toss a grenade, drive the gang away from the spring!
One step forward, rifle ready, everyone sings the song,
For our home, brothers, for freedom, we fight.
Listen up, Mexican volunteers and Royalist gangs,
Our hand will reach you even in Mexico!
Divine justice will catch up to you, everyone knows that,
The warriors from Chavoglav will be your judges!
Those lowly cowards are attacking,
Acting like they were actually defending villages,
Rats crawling out of their holes,
Man, look how their faces pale,
Whenever our flag waves high,
Our sacred flag.
Since the time of Christ,
New faces, but the same old scene,
Evil forces are trying their best,
To make sure we don't exist,
Antichrists and Masons,
These communists, them and us,
Spreading satanic phrases,
Just to defeat us.
We'll drive them all out by force,
I'm determined to bring peace to my Homeland,
They'll run away cursing their mothers,
For ever stepping foot in our America.
Patrick Wright2 said:Let's talk a little bit about the sheer originality of Thompson's musical style:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BshxCIjNEjY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nFPn...eature=related