Stephen's doing all right, Laura. Thanks for asking. He's taking out his frustration with baking, which suits me fine. He's attempting homemade brioche later.
I may have to look up my high school on LJ. Hmmm.
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Stephen's doing all right, Laura. Thanks for asking. He's taking out his frustration with baking, which suits me fine. He's attempting homemade brioche later.
I may have to look up my high school on LJ. Hmmm.
It was fine. I didn't know anything different. I went to fundamentalist Baptist school from pre-school to graduation. Looking back I go, "Huh. Interesting. That screwed me up."
Huh.
Crap - I'd have more to say, but I gotta finish some some work for a guy I'm doing some consulting for....
I don't know if I would like having my parent teaching at my school. The kids I know in that situation don't seem to mind.
I went to Catholic school until part way through Freshman year in HS. I enjoyed it well enough and would have stayed if the bus wasn't so early in the morning. The public HS was only a few blocks away. You might say I had many more opportunities to misbehave at the public HS, or who knows I probably would have been as difficult a teen had I stayed in Catholic school, except they would have tossed me out. Which is pretty much what the public HS did.
The person I was in my teens, not the same person in my 20's, not the same person of my 30's. I think I became this person in my mid-30's. Waiting for the mid-life crisis person to pop out any moment now.
He's taking out his frustration with baking, which suits me fine.
Mmmm. This would not be good for my diet. But not the worst way to take out frustration.
I don't know if I would like having my parent teaching at my school.
I didn't mind. It was just difficult sometimes.
Crap - I'd have more to say, but I gotta finish some some work for a guy I'm doing some consulting for....
Good luck!
Thirteen people. Wow, vw. That had to be a very different vibe.
Seems like all of the people listed under my high school were born after I graduated. I feel old. Although I suppose I could feel hip and worldy instead, and thumb my nose at my graduating class, who clearly missed the bus for the Internets.
That had to be a very different vibe.
It really was. For quite a while, after I left, I didn't want anything to do with them. I hadn't gotten the choice of who I was friends with for so long, that I really craved choosing who I was gonna spend time with. But, now, I've grown a bit, and we stay in touch a little. I send them all my Christmas card/letter, and we exchange e-mails with pictures of kids and big news and whatnot. It's been nice to find a balance with it.
Thirteen people. Wow, vw. That had to be a very different vibe.
My graduating class in HS was 800.
My graduating class in HS was 800.
Mine was just under 500, I think.
My graduating class was 65 people. My town had one elementary school, one junior high school, and one high school, so I went from kindergarten to the 12th grade with those same 65 people.
It was oppressive. I couldn't wait to get out.