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	<title>Comments on: Friday Happy Hour: Unofficial Graduation Requirements &amp; Bizarre Lies</title>
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		<title>By: ashley</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/40024/comment-page-2#comment-234191</link>
		<dc:creator>ashley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:57:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>this girl i went to high school with probably had about 27 miscarriages.  Been date raped a dozen times, her boyfriend beat her all the time... some how she never had a mark on her...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this girl i went to high school with probably had about 27 miscarriages.  Been date raped a dozen times, her boyfriend beat her all the time&#8230; some how she never had a mark on her&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: ashley</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/40024/comment-page-2#comment-234179</link>
		<dc:creator>ashley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:28:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Weird grad requirements.... In High school we had to finnish 90 hours (they lowered it to 40 while I was still attending, I graduated in 2004) community service.  They always had opportunities available so there was no excuse for not getting it done, but everyone always complained anyway.  Stuff like picking up trash on the hwy, camp counseler for elementary school kids, all kinds of stuff.  If you didnt get your hours done, no diploma.  

We also had Senior Exit Interviews.  Had to get all dressed up suit and tie, worked for weeks on putting together a portfolio, and went into an interview with various volunteers from around the community. We got graded on it, and if you didnt pass you had to do it again.  I dont think anyone didn&#039;t graduate becuase of it.  

To participate in the graduation ceremony, you had to have at least a 2.5 GPA all 4 years, not miss more than a set number of days.  Can&#039;t have been suspended within the last 6 weeks of school for any reason at all... whole bunch of stuff to where about 200 of the 500 in my class were not allowed to be in the ceremony, but still got a diploma.  

We had weird rules all over the place actually... if your gpa was below 2.0 you werent allowed to go on field trips, had to stay like in a study hall, couldnt go to any of the after shcool dances or participate in sports or any other activities.  We were on CNN my senior year becuase the principal was going to cancel the prom and all dances becuase we couldnt &#039;behave&#039;... (not a crazy lie I swear! )</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Weird grad requirements&#8230;. In High school we had to finnish 90 hours (they lowered it to 40 while I was still attending, I graduated in 2004) community service.  They always had opportunities available so there was no excuse for not getting it done, but everyone always complained anyway.  Stuff like picking up trash on the hwy, camp counseler for elementary school kids, all kinds of stuff.  If you didnt get your hours done, no diploma.  </p>
<p>We also had Senior Exit Interviews.  Had to get all dressed up suit and tie, worked for weeks on putting together a portfolio, and went into an interview with various volunteers from around the community. We got graded on it, and if you didnt pass you had to do it again.  I dont think anyone didn&#8217;t graduate becuase of it.  </p>
<p>To participate in the graduation ceremony, you had to have at least a 2.5 GPA all 4 years, not miss more than a set number of days.  Can&#8217;t have been suspended within the last 6 weeks of school for any reason at all&#8230; whole bunch of stuff to where about 200 of the 500 in my class were not allowed to be in the ceremony, but still got a diploma.  </p>
<p>We had weird rules all over the place actually&#8230; if your gpa was below 2.0 you werent allowed to go on field trips, had to stay like in a study hall, couldnt go to any of the after shcool dances or participate in sports or any other activities.  We were on CNN my senior year becuase the principal was going to cancel the prom and all dances becuase we couldnt &#8216;behave&#8217;&#8230; (not a crazy lie I swear! )</p>
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		<title>By: Mike</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/40024/comment-page-2#comment-233494</link>
		<dc:creator>Mike</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 06:42:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My brother&#039;s baseball coach (whom is Hawaiian)apparently played professional baseball in the &#039;80s but was only called to the big leagues a few times. When asked why we couldn&#039;t find anything on him on Google or any other search engine we asked why that was. His response: &quot;In Hawaii if you don&#039;t make it big you might as well not even come back. It&#039;s worse for those that try to play and fail than it is for the ones that don&#039;t make it at all. So i was forced to pay MLB $60,000 to erase my names from all the record books like I never existed.&quot;...Seriously dude? You paid off Major League Baseball? What an idiot.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My brother&#8217;s baseball coach (whom is Hawaiian)apparently played professional baseball in the &#8217;80s but was only called to the big leagues a few times. When asked why we couldn&#8217;t find anything on him on Google or any other search engine we asked why that was. His response: &#8220;In Hawaii if you don&#8217;t make it big you might as well not even come back. It&#8217;s worse for those that try to play and fail than it is for the ones that don&#8217;t make it at all. So i was forced to pay MLB $60,000 to erase my names from all the record books like I never existed.&#8221;&#8230;Seriously dude? You paid off Major League Baseball? What an idiot.</p>
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		<title>By: Liz</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 04:44:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have an older brother who has always had &quot;stories&quot; and adventures.  In the late 70&#039;s his mode of transportation was Greyhound Bus, that would let him off usually in a town a half hour from our rural home.  One time he was let off at a different town (because he was drunk and disorderly on the bus) and proceeded to tell my sweet, niave Mother that he was kicked off because he poached a duece in the isle since the bathroom was busy.  She of course bought it and was just about ready to change her name and move to a new area!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have an older brother who has always had &#8220;stories&#8221; and adventures.  In the late 70&#8242;s his mode of transportation was Greyhound Bus, that would let him off usually in a town a half hour from our rural home.  One time he was let off at a different town (because he was drunk and disorderly on the bus) and proceeded to tell my sweet, niave Mother that he was kicked off because he poached a duece in the isle since the bathroom was busy.  She of course bought it and was just about ready to change her name and move to a new area!</p>
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		<title>By: Shelby Tucker</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shelby Tucker</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 23:50:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Regarding bizarre lies...

Years ago I worked with a woman at an agency for adults with disabilities.  She was overweight, and I accidentally stumbled upon the information that she was planning to have gastric bypass surgery.  She told our supervisor and the individuals who received services from the agency that she had stomach cancer!  The people at one house even sent this woman flowers, believing that she&#039;d had surgery to have tumors removed.  She was pure evil.  Ultimately, she showed up at work drunk and told our boss she&#039;d taken ProCrit when in fact she was merely loaded.  She was subsequently fired and I feel that karma gave her exactly what she deserved.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Regarding bizarre lies&#8230;</p>
<p>Years ago I worked with a woman at an agency for adults with disabilities.  She was overweight, and I accidentally stumbled upon the information that she was planning to have gastric bypass surgery.  She told our supervisor and the individuals who received services from the agency that she had stomach cancer!  The people at one house even sent this woman flowers, believing that she&#8217;d had surgery to have tumors removed.  She was pure evil.  Ultimately, she showed up at work drunk and told our boss she&#8217;d taken ProCrit when in fact she was merely loaded.  She was subsequently fired and I feel that karma gave her exactly what she deserved.</p>
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		<title>By: CJ</title>
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		<dc:creator>CJ</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:25:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1) I walked in on a friend of mine, who at the time was in the marines but out on medical pending medical discharge, telling a smokey, booze filled room full of girls that the scar on his back was a gun shot wound from a secret mission he went on to assassinate sadaam hussien...I said dude I was there when you got that mole lanced off your back!...hilarious.
2)In high school the juniors going to be seniors paddled all the kids that just graduated 8th grade....yes just like the movie dazed and confused...I know its sounds like a story for #1 but its not. In college it was kind of required to get a little dirty in the library. Not too original but fun.
3)Im from a small town in nj we had all kinds of parades but nothing too out of the ordinary.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1) I walked in on a friend of mine, who at the time was in the marines but out on medical pending medical discharge, telling a smokey, booze filled room full of girls that the scar on his back was a gun shot wound from a secret mission he went on to assassinate sadaam hussien&#8230;I said dude I was there when you got that mole lanced off your back!&#8230;hilarious.<br />
2)In high school the juniors going to be seniors paddled all the kids that just graduated 8th grade&#8230;.yes just like the movie dazed and confused&#8230;I know its sounds like a story for #1 but its not. In college it was kind of required to get a little dirty in the library. Not too original but fun.<br />
3)Im from a small town in nj we had all kinds of parades but nothing too out of the ordinary.</p>
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		<title>By: Mrs. Cookie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mrs. Cookie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:56:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I knew a girl once who was always trying to make people feel bad for her.  You&#039;d have a bad day and try to talk to her about it and she&#039;d one-up you with something worse.  I&#039;m still not sure if this is true, but she claimed she was once in a terrible car accident that resulted in serious head trauma that still sometimes plagued her.  Regardless of whether that was true or not, though, she also claimed that pre accident, she had been incredibly fit and used to weight lift with the guys in college, frequently benching more than they were able to.  She claimed the reason she was now so overweight was because  she had to take steroids after her accident.  I&#039;d seen pictures of her in high school and college.  She was still overweight.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I knew a girl once who was always trying to make people feel bad for her.  You&#8217;d have a bad day and try to talk to her about it and she&#8217;d one-up you with something worse.  I&#8217;m still not sure if this is true, but she claimed she was once in a terrible car accident that resulted in serious head trauma that still sometimes plagued her.  Regardless of whether that was true or not, though, she also claimed that pre accident, she had been incredibly fit and used to weight lift with the guys in college, frequently benching more than they were able to.  She claimed the reason she was now so overweight was because  she had to take steroids after her accident.  I&#8217;d seen pictures of her in high school and college.  She was still overweight.</p>
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		<title>By: Christi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 14:39:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My high school in the suburbs of Ft. Worth always had a Homecoming Parade that wound through about miles worth of streets the week of Homecoming.  Every organization/team/extra curricular made a &quot;float&quot; (aka decorated a car/truck/trailer) and threw candy at the parade goers.  It was a great time and the students and community loved it.  I had forgotten about it until I was telling my students in San Antonio about it and realized that we have nothing like it down here.  So I wonder how many other Floss readers had homecoming parades at their high school?  Oh, my college (Trinity University) had the Golf Cart Parade for homecoming.  Each group would decorate a golf cart and go around the track...there was a contest for the best decorated!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My high school in the suburbs of Ft. Worth always had a Homecoming Parade that wound through about miles worth of streets the week of Homecoming.  Every organization/team/extra curricular made a &#8220;float&#8221; (aka decorated a car/truck/trailer) and threw candy at the parade goers.  It was a great time and the students and community loved it.  I had forgotten about it until I was telling my students in San Antonio about it and realized that we have nothing like it down here.  So I wonder how many other Floss readers had homecoming parades at their high school?  Oh, my college (Trinity University) had the Golf Cart Parade for homecoming.  Each group would decorate a golf cart and go around the track&#8230;there was a contest for the best decorated!</p>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amanda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 04:55:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a girl I work with tell me once that she was born five MONTHS premature.  Tried to tell her that was a physical impossibility, and she defended the story.  So I asked her mother the next time she came in-her mother laughed and she that she had been born on the exact day she had been due...FULL TERM.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a girl I work with tell me once that she was born five MONTHS premature.  Tried to tell her that was a physical impossibility, and she defended the story.  So I asked her mother the next time she came in-her mother laughed and she that she had been born on the exact day she had been due&#8230;FULL TERM.</p>
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		<title>By: Rob</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/40024/comment-page-2#comment-233171</link>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 23:18:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I got into a fight with my ex-fiance and left the house one night, and when I circled back for cigs and climbed the stairs outside, I could hear her on the phone with my dad telling him that I smoke crystal meth.

I busted in and told her it was over, and she cried and said she would call him back and tell him it was a lie if I stayed with her.  I said &quot;ok&quot; just so she would tell my dad the truth and as soon as she hung up I said, &quot;No, it&#039;s still over.&quot;

She proceeded to call my dad AGAIN and say that THAT was a lie.  What a crazy hag.  7 years with her, and now I&#039;m getting married to someone else 2 years later. Ha!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I got into a fight with my ex-fiance and left the house one night, and when I circled back for cigs and climbed the stairs outside, I could hear her on the phone with my dad telling him that I smoke crystal meth.</p>
<p>I busted in and told her it was over, and she cried and said she would call him back and tell him it was a lie if I stayed with her.  I said &#8220;ok&#8221; just so she would tell my dad the truth and as soon as she hung up I said, &#8220;No, it&#8217;s still over.&#8221;</p>
<p>She proceeded to call my dad AGAIN and say that THAT was a lie.  What a crazy hag.  7 years with her, and now I&#8217;m getting married to someone else 2 years later. Ha!</p>
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