Crap, I just remembered -- about the different people being different and no one-size-fits-all solution to anything, and all that business. Who's always going on about that, again?

Who's always going on about that, again?

Some hippie kook.

I know a couple subjects in grade school were beyond boring for me not because of the content, but the speed of covering the content.

I can't imagine the horror of every class, even ones I hated, dragging that way (reminds me of a comic scan I just read on LJ, where Quicksilver, a speedster moans: 'Tell me, doctor ... have you ever stood in line at a banking machine behind a person who didn't know how to use it? Or wanted to buy stamps at the post office and the fellow in front of you wants to know every single way he can ship his package to Istanbul? Or gotten some counter idiot at Burger King who can't comprehend "Whopper, no pickles?" [...] Your life is being slowed to a crawl by the inabilities or the inconvenient behaviour of others. [...] Now imagine, doctor, that everyone you work with, everywhere you go ... your entire world .. is filled with people who can't work cash machines.'), especially if I wanted to learn.

Who's always going on about that, again?

Some cowgirl.

nor did I leave because I was brilliant.

::pfftt::

ita, I introduced Nicole to tamarind balls yesterday, and just pimped them to Aurelia as well.

I should have brought my hat.

I should have brought my hat.

The pimp hat? You know you're not rally Macking until you have platform clogs that are hollowed out and have goldfish swimming around in them.

Whoo! Did they receive them more graciously than, say, Alibelle?

You know you're not rally Macking until you have platform clogs that are hollowed out and have goldfish swimming around in them.

Man, if I still weighed 145 lbs. I would so buy a pair of those. Just watched I'm Gonna Get You Sucka last weekend.

Whoo! Did they receive them more graciously than, say, Alibelle?

Yep. Aurelia was a little apprehensive, but a good sport, and then she liked them.

Of course, this means I will have to find a new source that much sooner.

I know a couple subjects in grade school were beyond boring for me not because of the content, but the speed of covering the content.

I can't imagine the horror of every class, even ones I hated, dragging that way

Jesus. That was grade school and junior high for me. They had no idea what to do with me, so they just turned a blind eye to me reading while the class trudged through whatever they were doing.

And I had a really hard time socializing with my age group. We lived out in the sticks, and so my class was very small, which meant there were no other nerds for me to hang out with. And the prevailing opinion was that Smart Kids were Different, especially ones like me, who even at the age of 7 was making Insect Reflection jokes.

I was miserable until I hit high school. And then I found my nerds, and classes that kicked my cerebellum up one side and down the other. I'm one of those people who loved high school, but not because I was all popular and shit -- it was just the first time I *knew* I could get beyond the little box that everyone else seemed content to stay in.

t /once a dork, always a dork

Now imagine, doctor, that everyone you work with, everywhere you go ... your entire world .. is filled with people who can't work cash machines.'

Damned. Fucking. Straight.

And why will none of them ever stop EXPLAINING when I've said "Yes, yes, I get it, you don't have to say any more?"