Knee scar story: When I was 10, I moved with my family to a new house in the desert hills of southern Oregon. The nearest town was about 30 minutes away, and we didn't have any running water yet. The driveway to get to the house was a long gravel road with potholes at the bottom. The very first thing I did when we arrived was to get on my bike and zoom all the way down the gravel road, and as soon as I got to the bottom I hit a pothole and flew over the handlebars. Landed on my knees and hands, scraped myself up pretty bad. Had gravel embedded in the wounds. Had to walk my bike all the way back up the road in the summer sun, then clean the wounds with acetone because we didn't have soap and water. The scars were pretty big... I was proud of them once they healed lol
yeah in the US each math class has its own name in high school. elementary is just math but in high school it’s algebra 1-> geometry-> algebra 2-> calculus AB/BC
0:49 In highschool I was doodling with a marker on my desk(it was a dry erase marker and our teacher allowed us to use our desks to write) and I drew this hideous unknown creature and I grew so emotionally attached to it instantly that I decided to keep it around forever and even gave it some hideous friends. This just reminded me of that. So.
i actually have two knee scar stories. i was riding my electric scooter and i was squatting and swerving at the same time cuz it was fun. i lost my balance and absolutely wiped out. i had scrapes from my shin all the way to the top of my thigh near my butt. i had to deal with it for a week at home then a week at camp. during marching band i was trying to run to my spot but i tripped on someone’s foot and completely rolled.
1. I have a scar on my knee from when I was doing sailing camp one summer (I live in Florida) and the dock was rotted out and my entire leg fell through one of the rotted boards and it cut my leg up all over. I was around seven or eight when this happened. 2. Yes, we Americans have differently named classes for maths. First we have arithmetic which is like basic mathematical functions, then pre-algebra, algebra, geometry, algebra 2, pre-calc and then calculus. I think there are higher maths classes but not at my high school.
Lol your reply is exactly my comment! I commented about falling through a rotted, downed redwood tree and then I followed it up with addressing the math inquiry. High five for like minds!
I don't know why but my school gave geometry BEFORE pre-algebra then got mad at the students for not understanding. (also american obv, bc I doubt any other school system would be that stupid)
I think the most notable scar on my knees is from one time I scraped them slipping down a steep gravelly driveway. Think it was the most I'd bled until that age. That driveway is probably the only reason I have reasonably strong legs today but damn did it feel dangerous to use sometimes
18:33 I'll play. I have a 3/4-inch scar in-between my eyebrows from when I ran through a clear plate glass door. It was replaced with a frosted one. This was early eighties and I was 2 or 3 so child safety/child-proofing the home wasnt obvious (cared about). Its only visible when I frown. You'll still never pick me out in a crowd, VaazkL. I know your game. (Also, go and -pick up- stream *_Hey Ya_* by Outkast.)
I don't have a scar on my knee, but I do have a second-degree burn on the back of my left hand. When I was 2 or 3 years old, I was experimenting with the effectiveness of oven mitts. I put one mitt on my right hand and kept my left hand bare. I pulled the kitchen drawers out to make a staircase for myself to get up to the counter where the toaster was. I turned on the toaster and let it get hot. I put my right hand in to test if the oven mitt worked. It did. Then I put my left hand in to see what would happen if I didn't have an oven mitt on. The results showed that without wearing an oven mitt, a toaster can give you a permanent second-degree burn.
1:16 i relate to that too we were shifting houses and my drawing file was prolly thrown in the trash when i was at school cuz my mom thought whatever lol i've never drawn since (im lazy plus that was my motivation becuz i made some decent drawings in that ngl)
2:28 I hate this screenshot with every fiber of my being because it reminds me of the times I try to tell people to not use inappropriate language but then some jerks reply something like "Cry about it" or "You're the only one complaining" or "Twitter user" and act like I'm some bratty 5 year old telling them what to do. I just want the world to be a cleaner place, but then I make it worse.
I have a scar on my knee from when I was holding my Hunger Games book in my hand and I got into the car so fast that I jammed the corner into my knee to the point it bled a little bit. I can only see it when I get out of the shower now, though
I have a scar on my knee that I got when I was like 7 or something. I fell into a stream of water near my house and cut my knee open on a hard branch. It happened again when my dad pulled me out. I'm pretty sure my crying damaged his ear drums.
All my knee scars have faded, but I still have two tiny purple lines on my outer thigh from when I was about 5 and my hamster Howard was crawling around inside my clothes, got stuck, panicked, and bit me. He was a good boy though.
Yes - in America, we do have specific math classes after a certain point. Algebra, Algebra II, Geometry, Trigonometry, Precalculus, Calculus, Statistics, etc. Not everyone takes the same math classes (though most high schools require 3-4 math credits).
I don't have a scar on my knee, but I do have one on my right ring finger. I was playing sharks and minnows in elementary school, and I almost made it to the other side, except someone running directly behind the person running directly behind me tripped and fell onto the person running directly behind me, and they both fell on me, and I fell and was used as a pillow for the people who fell on me, but I broke my ring finger. And then I didn't know it was broken so I let it heal and it healed wrong so I had to get surgery done so the bone could be re-broken and set correctly. That was a run on sentence sorry
When I was 14, I got a scar on my right knee from falling through a giant redwood tree that had fallen down and apparently was rotted on the inside. This thing was huge (like one of those crazy big ones you see in the movies) and i was walking across it and then I suddenly just fell through a rotted spot and I guess I got my knee pretty bad because the nerve endings are all numb, that was about 16 years ago now. Also Vaazkl yes! We have basic arithmetic for elementary school, and then it branches out once you get into middle school and high school. But of course, it depends on the state and/or county you live in too.
As an American, yes. In public schools, the different classes for math are math 1-8, algebra I, geometry, algebra II, trigonometry/precalculus, calculus, and statistics/probability.
I’ve fallen while running down the street while my friend was riding beside me on their skateboard. I wasn’t even in the skateboard but the road took me falling on it personally. My knee is healed, but is scarred. An unrelated story of me breaking my arm is when I gave my friends little sister a piggyback ride and fell in my elbow. Me and my friends family never gave another piggyback ride after that. I know y’all didn’t ask for that story but deal with it. 18:21.
18:26 a few months ago, i was riding my electric scooter with my sister at night. it was a path i was unfamiliar with and my dinky headlight didn't catch a giant bump on the road. i got dragged across the ground after i was yoinked off at around 15mph. i had massive scrapes on my left elbow and knee for a month or so after that that looked like i had taken a cheese grater to my skin. they're healed mostly, there's just a few dark spots on my knee and on my elbow at the points of impact.
I have a scar on my elbow from when I was running in a walmart when I was like 12, and I hit my elbow on a metal shelf, it hurt a lil bit, but for like 5 minutes, until my mom pointed out I was bleed everywhere. So that's how I physically scared myself in a walmart electronics aisle
18:42 Most US schools (I imagine like the majority of schools in the world) aren't handing out too many specific classes dedicated to a single flavor of math for most the provided public schooling. In younger years, it's just arithmetic, and basic beginner concepts are added on to that little by little. Because that's a reasonable way to go about it, and it's _just_ math class where you're given a little tastes of the entire field in general. Now, when it gets later on in the schooling system where you're given a small amount of freedom in what you can take as a class, you may be able to choose to take a class in advanced algebra, calculus, and stuff like that... But this commenter probably meant math class in general, but only those weeks where it was geometry's turn to be on the schedule.
I have 2 scars going down my knee from surgery like 5 months ago. Long story short I have patella instability and kept dislocating it (around a dozen times total). Still recovering, but I feel much better!
18:23 when i was like nine or ten i think, my mom accidentally poured really hot tea on my leg and there is a mushroom shaped scar on my knee to this day😭😭
My sister has a scar on her knee from scraping it on lava rock. She was running with flip-flops on a path when we were in Honolulu Hawaii. There are like 2 hospitals there.
I got a scar on my knee when I was like six lmao. I had broken a window with a bat bc my dad said I couldn't watch frozen again and so my dad ended up locking me in a horse trailer and told me that if I didn't start behaving Indians we're gonna show up and kidnap me (i lived in rural Arizona, this was a genuine fear of mine for years 😭) and then cut my chest open to stick rocks and shit in! I was then super freaked out and decided that climbing up and out of the small widow would be a wise decision (its was like 2am at the time). I successfully managed to get through the window with like 10 slivers since the inside was made of wood. I then feel and bashed my knee open and rolled into a cactus bush! The ride to the hospital is hazy, but I ended up getting stitched and a cool scar 😎
Weird scar story, not on my knee but weird because me & my family have different ideas of how I got it. At my preschool we had an old tennis court attached to the playground and these wooden go cart things that you could push people around in, and one day I was pushing someone while running and I tripped and fell face first onto the tennis court, which had broken glass on it. Now I have a pretty big scar on my cheekbone. My family seems to remember me standing on a bench when I was 3, and making the bench tip over, then slicing my face on the corner of the bench. I know that isn't true because the scar isn't a scar from a cut, it's from a bad graze - which happened when I fell face first onto the broken glass tennis court.
When I was little, I went to my grandparents’ house and scraped up my knee. I was riding a scooter while my brother was riding his bike. We usually rode in the driveway and treated it like we would sides of the road. However, my brother road too close to the wrong side. I stubbornly still rode on the correct side. I thought it would go in the grass like my bike did. It did not and I fell off, hitting my knee on the concrete. It probably wouldn’t have scarred if I didn’t do it again directly after it scabbed up. It was in the same spot too.
