T'as rien à dire ???... Alors t'es ici chez toi ! Vol.4

[Kobe974]

Enfin débarrassé de LB.

Pascal?

[Syd]

Pas mal

[G.bédécarrax]

J'ai payé pour qu'on kidnappe ma fille

Le développement est un peu décevant ( sa fille file un mauvais coton, elle embauche une compagnie privée pour la conduire dans un camp de redressement hardcore ) mais pourra titiller les principes d'éducation d'OMForum Jr.

It was 3am. I went into my daughter’s room, woke her, told her I loved her and that she was going on a trip. She was drowsy from the sleeping pills I’d slipped in her drink a few hours earlier. Then the two strangers I’d hired to take her away went into her room. She tried to get her bag and makeup. “Where you’re going, you don’t need anything,” they told her. I stood outside the door, shaking. Had I just created a situation in which I would lose my 17-year-old for ever?

I’d quit a successful financial career and moved across the country to bring up my daughter and son in Florida, so we’d have time as a family after their father and I divorced. I loved them fiercely and we were close. They knew I had high hopes for them. But at 17, my daughter started hanging around with different people; her straight-A grades dropped and her attitude changed. We started to fight about her going to school. “Even if you drive me there, you can’t make me go inside,” she would say. Then she told me she had decided to quit school to become a high-end hairdresser and wanted me to pay for her to go to beauty school. I was distraught. There is nothing wrong with hairdressing, but I wanted her to get a proper education first, so she would have choices.

Around the same time, police twice caught her 14-year-old brother with drugs. I wasn’t having it a third time, so I sent him away to a strict boarding school in another state. On a weekend visit, it struck me how much he’d changed and how my daughter would benefit from the same intensive treatment.

But I had to act fast. Her beauty school fees were due the coming Saturday. And, legally, I had control over her only while she was still under 18. I found a boot camp for troubled children in Utah and hired a private service to escort her there, whether she wanted to go or not. That Friday night we went to dinner on the pretence that it was to celebrate her new school. It was actually to stop her seeing friends and ensure she’d be home for the escorts.

After their appearance in the middle of the night, the security service flew with her to the Utah desert. That first day I grieved. I knew deep down I was right, but I didn’t know if my daughter would forgive me: I had to be prepared to lose her in order to help her. Her friends called and I said she’d gone on a trip. “Where did she go? When will she be back?” they asked. I told them I didn’t know.

I had paid $16,000 (£11,380) for seven weeks of gruelling physical and mental challenges. The other kids were in desperate situations: young offenders, drug addicts, some were suicidal. I was aware my daughter didn’t share their circumstances. They lived like cavemen: they didn’t see a roof the whole time, took care of their sanitary waste, learned survival skills and did physical labour; some cut off their hair because they couldn’t bathe.

They had daily therapy and wrote letters to their parents. My daughter’s were full of apology: how she had made mistakes, wanted to be forgiven, how she loved me. Sure, she was angry at first when she didn’t know what was going on, but she soon understood why I’d sent her there and was embarrassed.


At the end, parents were taken into the desert to be reunited with their kids. We could see them walking towards us from a mile away. I was scared. I didn’t know how my daughter would react. Then I spotted her; she was muscular and dirty. We hugged and cried. She was back to the daughter I knew, the one without the attitude.

She finished high school with straight As, went to college, then did a master’s. She works in the legal system now. Both my kids joke that I’m a psycho mom, but they forgave me and we remain close. It’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. Could they have got where they are today without such drastic action? Perhaps, but it wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. I believe the more we suffer in life, the more we grow. I have two strong, amazing kids, and I’d do it again.

[thedep]

Ca me fait penser au pitch de Fargo.

[ZeB83]

Tu me fais penser aux brioches Pitch.

[Kobe974]

[thedep]

[Kieros]

Payer 16 000$ pour passer 7 semaines avec des violeurs, des drogués dans un camp de romanichels sans eau ni électricité, alors que tu as la même chose pour 0€ et durant 40 semaines dans la moitié des lycées de Marseille

[JoeyOM]

Article Le Monde d'aujourd'hui

Classement : qu’est-ce qui fait un « bon » lycée ?
http://www.lemonde.fr/campus/article/20 ... 01467.html

Département réussissant mieux qu'attendu (obtention du bac), la Corse

[Marsman]

L'envahisseur métropolitain n'a que peu d'attentes de la Corse. Il a tort.

[Niko]

je viens d'exploser un meuble en plein montage ... donc que je venais d'achter
ma vie est un rêve en ce moment

[White Label]

Y'a un topic pour ca

[Stilitano]

Article Le Monde d'aujourd'hui

Classement : qu’est-ce qui fait un « bon » lycée ?
http://www.lemonde.fr/campus/article/20 ... 01467.html

Département réussissant mieux qu'attendu (obtention du bac), la Corse

Le lycée où je bosse : 98% de réussite au bac. Et 83% de la 2nde au bac.

Et le lycée marseillais où j'ai été : 86% de réussite au bac mais 78% pour la série S. Ça a bien progressé depuis les années 2000 où ce n'était même pas 50%.

[Hyde]

T'es dans un lycée privé de bourges donc.

[Stilitano]

Non.

Mais il y a beaucoup de bourges, oui.

[Hyde]

Un lycée public de centre ville alors

Je pensais qu'H4, c'était en fin de carrière!

[Stilitano]

H4, c'est 100% de réussite au bac et 98% de la 2nde au bac !

[si-ma-tante-en-avait]

Combat entre du béton et du métal.

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J'ai adoré la mémé en rouge en mode Hans Moleman des Simpsons.

[Kobe974]

Bravo Jacky pilote de bateau

[Cob]

Le boulet !!

[Niko]

il avait plus de frein

[ZeB83]

ça doit faire mal

[JoeyOM]

J'ai flipper pour la mamie

[Kobe974]

il avait plus de frein

ayant subi cette opération, je trouve cet humour très déplacé

[ToF]

J'ai fait pareil avec ma voiture hier En rentrant de l'INSEP où j'ai appris qu'il allait me falloir bcp de temps et de soins avant de pouvoir refaire du sport un jour (6 mois minimum). Pire jour de CP du monde.

[G.bédécarrax]

What. The. Fuck.

So I was just playing around with learning some new voice commands I've never used before. I was reading this article from cnet who have put together a decent comprehensive list of commands you can try.
I was playing around with the 'OK Google, show me some of my photos from...' So I tried some places I had recently visited, San Francisco worked perfectly. Then Spain, all good, this is awesome!

Then I get emotional. Google made me cry. I went for 'OK Google, show me some of my photos from Nice, France'.
She came back saying this to me:
"According to Gmail, firstly let me express my deepest sympathy to you, your mum and the whole family at your loss. Your dad was a fantastic man, as I am sure you already know."

Mind. Blown. I'm sad, I'm amazed, I'm taken back. What a lovely moment for some automated robot voice to express it's sympathy to me.
It turns out she read out a snippet from an email I received from a family friend soon after my Dad's death. But the fact that she knew to say it was pretty staggering, it was in the 3rd paragraph of an email sent to me back in December 2010.
Google knows everything, but I'm not scared of it knowing everything quite so much anymore.

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J'ai du mal à y croire, et même la vidéo pourrait être fake, mais

[si-ma-tante-en-avait]

C'est pas un fake du tout. Avant que je ne mette OMF en favori sur mon téléphone, j'avais l'habitude de lancer la recherche du lien via OK Google. Un matin, je lance ma requête et avant d'avoir le lien, j'entends OK Google me dire qu'il était tout triste pour moi. Sur le coup, je pige rien. J'ai pas voulu engager la conversation et j'ai cliqué sur le lien d'OMF. Et là qu'est ce que j'apprends ?

Oyez. Oyez.


La Toute-Puissante, Indivisible, et Sacro-Sainte Triforce Administratrice a décidé d'exercer son pouvoir souverain et absolu en permettant l'ascension à la demi-divinité modératrice de simples mortels : Syd et Stilitano seront donc désormais investis du pouvoir de modération du forum. Sachez donc désormais qu'en plus des Trois qui dirigent votre destinée, deux pourront frapper à tout instant de leur glaive vengeur et de leur bras séculier ceux qui n'auront pas suivi les règles et ceux dont la tête ne nous revient pas.

Saluez-les et réjouissez-vous de leur accession à cette part de grandeur que nous leur octroyons dans nos grandes sagesse et mansuétude.



Allez en paix, nos enfants. Croissez et multipliez. et surtout, faites tourner vos seins.

[Kobe974]

[PoF]

[Eiluj]

Bon j'ai la voix cassée aujourd'hui.