That… never occurred to me before. Wow.

I honestly think it was a sign of the stress they were under. It was a private school and a lot of parents had unreasonable expectations for their children’s, especially their daughters’, performance.

If half the girls in my school were addicted to codeine, that would have been a major scandal, lives would have been ruined. This was treated more like a minor inconvenience, they all had low grade migraines they treated by popping tylenols all day long. To be honest I’d be surprised if some of them didn’t fuck up their livers a bit.

In my experience it’s more of a specifically British phobia.

My friend describes it like a skipping groove on a vinyl: eventually the thing you need to do will pass under the turntable’s needle, and you’ll get a chance to act upon it. If you miss that chance you’ll just have to wait until the groove skips again.

Maybe my memory of it isn’t so good (I was little too} but I don’t think it was that bad past the initial shock, I just remember being covered in hot, hard bumps that faded after a few hours

I once got stung by an entire nest of wasps for the crime of writing down my minigolf score on the little wooden stand they elected to infest.

“mods are always right” is an insane take