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[Kugu]

I just got suspended from school, for running around on the roof. I would have got away safely except a teachers pet pointed me out. It was worth it, but not at the same moment. So I got suspended for 3 days, my record was clean. ( Though I'm always running around up there and other cool places in our school, just got careless this time.) if I would have been in trouble a lot It would have been like 9 to 45.... Here's the question, should I tell my dad? I could get away with wasting my day at the library, I could use the free time to play catch up on math. If I tell him I know I'm going to get grounded, and i'm going to be forced to quit my job at gamestop. Any ideas?

[Capntastic]

Turning to a group famous for butchering kittens and lighting the aristocracy on fire for moral advice is surely a swell idea.

[Kugu]

I was hoping for something along the lines of: " Build a tower... about 20 Z levels high, make a pit down the center and designate your dad for [D]ump."

[McDoomhammer]

Just to tell you now- ask internet strangers for life advice, and the likelihood will be that you get a conflicting and confusing mess.

That said, my contribution to it...

If I understand your situation, you're thinking of using the days for productive and educational means anyway hoping your dad never finds out.  Whether you can trust yourself to work unsupervised is something only you know; but schools record this sort of thing and it's entirely possible he'll find out anyway.  Maybe at the next teacher-parent thing, maybe they'll call him. Then you'll likely be in much deeper trouble and will definitely be losing your job.  It may never happen; up to you whether to risk that.

I don't know your dad, or what he might say or do.  But if you tell him, at least his trust of you won't be damaged, and he may even respect you for coming out with the truth if you handle it well.  Perhaps even consider letting you keep your job if you do study hard with the rest of your time?

On balance?  Telling him is probably best.  You ultimately stand to lose less, IMO.

I doubt I or anyone will be telling you anything you don't know, but I hope this is of some help nonetheless.  Good luck.

[qwertyuiopas]

No, parents should be kept alive... its more cruel that way.
Now the teacher's pet... put just enough kittens in first that he/she survives the fall, then force him/her to eat dead kittens in the miasma until you tire of it and dump him/her down a floor to deal with personally.

[I3erent]

Tell him dude, you should always be open with your parents and if you were not prepared for the consequences you shouldnt do it.

If this keeps up when you are older you will get arrested for trespassing, been there.

[Forumsdwarf]

Your perception of the severity of the infraction is greater than its actual severity, which is actually a good thing for someone your age.

Your Dad will punish you -- how harshly I can't say -- but privately he and your Mom will have a big laugh over it.

Knowing this your advantage lies in 'fessing up and acting as though this is the crime of the century.  Really turn on the contrition.  Don't even mention your job -- assume that, it being your job, you're entitled to have it, and that it's not even a topic for discussion.

If your Dad tries to take you away from your work, then you must defy him.  Your work is more important than anything else in your life, including family, except for your own children.  Only your children are more important than your work.

What your Dad is really worried about is you getting into drugs (or if you're too young for that falling in with the wrong crowd -- you know who they are -- who will eventually get you into drugs.)  He's worried you'll get someone pregnant.  He's worried you'll drink and drive or get in the car with a drunk driver.

He doesn't honestly give a hoot whether you got in trouble for climbing on a roof.  Boys do that sort of thing, and he probably did something like it when he was a kid.  But he'll act like it's serious, and you need to act your part, too.

[Kagus]

Damn, if I was climbing on a school roof and told my dad, he'd want to come along for the next time.  It really depends on what kind of people your parents are.

[Jurassiced]

dont lie just dont say anything if hes gonna make you quit your job i think hes got ego problems.... yea just do something constructive with your time and i dont think he willmind to much when you tell him 10 years from now

[Helmaroc]

I knew this guy who would light sticks of fireworks and run around his roof naked shooting them. So, tell your dad, then tell him how you could've done that instead.

[Forumsdwarf]

The coolest "bad" thing I ever did was steal cakes.

There was this business conference at this fancy hotel next to our not-so-fancy hotel.  My friend and I used to get into all sorts of trouble together, and it would usually start out by innocently exploring our surroundings.  This time was no different.

The deserted conference room was resplendent with ice sculptures and flower arrangements, but dominating the room (by our way of thinking) was a tray of these little chocolate cakes with some kind of fruit filling in between the layers.  We were going to eat a couple of the cakes, but my friend said, "I have a better idea."

He came back with a suitcase and stole the entire tray.  In retrospect carrying a suitcase flat (necessary so as not to damage the cakes) is just as suspicious as carrying a tray of cakes, but in any event nobody saw us.

He was 13 and I was 14.  We had just discovered girls, but as yet couldn't do anything but stammer and stare.  Girls noticed us only to the degree necessary to maneuver around us in hallways and elevators.

There were these two girls at the pool.  My friend and I were staring and wondering what to do.  Then I got an idea: "Why don't we bring them room service?"

We struck up a conversation -- they were on vacation with their parents, big surprise -- and somehow the fact that we had cake allowed us to talk to them with confidence and pride.  We had cake.  These girls would surely find us irresistible.

When we brought them our cake tray their eyes lit up: "Wow!  Where did you get that?"
We told them it was "room service".
They weren't buying it.  Delight quickly turned to suspicion.  "You stole it, didn't you?"
"Well not from our hotel."
"Hey, if we eat that we'll get in trouble.  I think you guys better take that away before somebody sees you."

And with that they never spoke to us again.  We laughed our butts off, though, when we went back to our room.  To us this was a major breakthrough, as for the first time in our lives we actually flirted with girls -- and for a couple of seconds they flirted back! -- so we ate our cake in triumph and secreted the empty tray into an unused conference room the next morning.

For both my friend and I it was a rite of passage, our last acts as children.  Before that vacation it was all about video games and secret stashes of fireworks, dog-eared porn magazines circa the Mae West era (or possibly Wilma Flintstone), and of course the very latest issue of Mad.  When we returned we spent all our time either hanging out with my sister's cute friends or planning for same.

It was also the last time I ever stole.

[Kugu]

Just an update: I ended up telling him, he got pissed and grounded me... Only till I went back to school however, and actually he called up the school and yelled at the principal. During my suspension I went into my backyard and noticed a stream running down it... Unable to help myself I built a dam and a small mud/ dirt city near/ above it. If I had a camera I would show it off... It's got a bridge made out of dried mud and pebbles.  Wasn't near as bad as I thought it might be though.

[Torak]

So what are you, 13, 14?

[Kugu]

17 actually, overactive imagination I suppose.

[Kagus]

I stole rhubarb once.  It was in Norway, and one of the local kids managed to talk me into going with him for a few tours of harvesting.

I got caught, too.  Some guy saw us (me.  The other guy was back behind a wall at the time) and proceeded to give me a very stern telling-off.  And then we went on our way again.

We still ate the rhubarb we got from his plot though.