Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Recess here is free time for elementary school kids. Once you hit middle school, there's lunch and that's it, unless you have a free period.
Given that I was, like, 9, I couldn't articulate that being the only girl with boobs meant recess suddenly turned into sexual harassment fun time.
There was one older boy who did the same to me. "Mrs. Mature," he called me, and I hated it, and hated him.
Okay, let me phrase it more simply...recess is the bit between classes that isn't lunch, right? Before lunch?
I hated dodgeball and kickball and red rover. I liked playing archeologist/dinosaurist in the dirt and mashing mulberries in dirt pits and making fake pies with mud crusts. And to twist things up, I pretty much bullied the only kid quieter than me into playing with me and totally following my rules. I apologized to Tiffany in high school when I realized what a meanie I was to her, and she totally didn't remember it. And she was a popular cheerleader by then, not in my circle of friends. We both started laughing hysterically.
Once you hit middle school, there's lunch and that's it, unless you have a free period.
Huh. I had break all the way through until I was 18. It was very civilised. Five classes in a row would have sucked.
Dinosaur comics addresses the game of Monopoly.
I think he's been reading boardgamegeek.
There's a Fine, Fine Line! (unless that one's just me.)
I think that's my favourite from the show. Probably the one that holds up best out of context.
When I was elementary aged I got in fights at recess. Well, ok, I orchestrated an elaborate system by which I got other kids in fights with each other. There was a lot of running involved. And shifting allegiances.
When I was a little older I wandered around at the playground boundaries composing little emo soliloquies about how no one understood my pain.
When I was elementary aged I got in fights at recess. Well, ok, I orchestrated an elaborate system by which I got other kids in fights with each other. There was a lot of running involved. And shifting allegiances.
So...you were like an evil CIA director?
I really really was. And like an evil CIA director, I never got busted, even though it was all incited by me and my nemesis. Only our underlings had to do time.
When I was elementary aged I got in fights at recess. Well, ok, I orchestrated an elaborate system by which I got other kids in fights with each other. There was a lot of running involved. And shifting allegiances.
A mini-Mark Burnett.
When I was in the fifth grade and stupid enough to wear a button-down shirt without checking the cafeteria menu that day I could end up in a hail of raisins and peanuts as boys tried to throw them down my shirt from every direction.
The aides told me to ignore it and, no, I could not go to the library.