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So all my friends are post nostalgic pictures.
Here is my thought process:
1. They've all had quite dramatic hair changes.
2. WHY DON'T I EVER CHANGE MY HAIR?
3. They're still fundamentally the same people.
4. I like that I have cool people in my life.
5. WHY AM I NOT IN ANY OF THESE PICTURES?
6. Well maybe I should post old pictures of me too.
7. Nope.
8. Nope.
9. Nope.
10. No way.
11. My friends are really photogenic.
12. Yeah. I am not participating.
13. What is my life?
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vox97 replied to your post: I originally planned to leave the dining hall and...
Haha, as soon as I read the first sentence, I was thinking “I wonder if he’s talking about milk guy.”
I most certainly am talking about Milk Guy, but I've never had a chance to see his trays at such close range before. I just thought it was the milk and a few grilled cheeses. I don't think I can process what I'm seeing. I frankly am not certain the human digestive system can process what I'm seeing.
Never got around to this....
But I would like to thank Lisa and Jess for their death penalty opinions. They were both really well thought out and i'll post them later this week with responses.
rachel-was-distracted-and replied to your post: Last year my parents put up a nativity scene the...
what, no weeping angels?
Do you not see the little stone angels just behind Mary? My parents were actually kind of relieved by that part, since up to that point, they kept finding all their angel decorations pointed at one another and they had no idea why I kept doing that.
vox97 replied to your post: Last year my parents put up a nativity scene the...
if you can pretend they came bearing gold, incense and myrhh, then they’re a perfectly acceptable addition.
I'm still pretty proud of myself for remembering Balthasar was black, although I'm just finding out that most of what I knew about the wise men is not actually in the bible, which I should have been aware of because I've read the bible.
One time in middle school:
A group of us were making fun of George W. Bush (an incredibly popular pastime in 2004), and a girl walked over from another part of the room and said very snarkily "Um, some of us _**like**_ George W. Bush." There was a moment where we all just stared at her, glanced at each other, and said "so?" She replied "_**So,**_ you can't say bad things about him because some people _**like**_ him." She walked away and we were all perplexed that she had felt the need to interrupt our private conversation to let us know that we can't voice our opinions because she disagreed with them. A few days later I heard her talking about how George Bush was a real American, not like that _**elitist**_ John Kerry. I went up to her and said "Um, some of us _**hate**_ George Bush. You can't say good things about him because some people _**hate**_ him."
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I saw the ask on Lisa's page and I decided to finally take the test.
People always talk about it on tumblr, and it seems like most of the people I follow who take the test are INFJs.
Anyway I am an ENFP which I have no idea what that means. Any of you who you like to enlighten me just throw me an ask.
I mean I googled it but I will still appreciate your inputs.
vox97 replied to your post: What made you want to teach?
Oh man, I remember reading Savage Inequalities and having to call a friend to calm down afterwards before I could get anything done. I can’t begin to put together a cogent statement about my frustration with the American public education system.
I honestly think "Savage Inequalities" expressed my frustrations better than I could right now. Everybody should read that.
And have you always known that you wanted to teach? Because sometimes I think that being a teacher would be cool, but some of the teachers at my school are so bad and I'd hate to turn out to be a bad teacher...
Well, I come from a long line of teachers. My mother was an english teacher a, then a sunday school teacher, and is now a stage manager in professional theatre (which uses many of the same skills as an elementary school teacher). My grandfather was also a teacher. I've got several teachers in my family, including my older sisters, one of whom has just received her Masters' in education. I'd always considered it as a possibility, but I only knew it was something I wanted to do as I got older and started working with my fellow students to figure out our classes. Honestly, though, you'll figure out real quick if you're a bad teacher. I've only been in front of a classroom full of honest-to-god students once, but I was totally in my element. You'll know in plenty of time whether or not you're good at it.
