Oh damn. Yeah, the cruel humiliations and torments that bad teachers generally subject kids to are the sort of thing one raises a ruckus with administration about, but if a kid of mine came home with a black eye from a teacher punching him or her, they'd be looking for a new teacher and I'd be hoping my case got tried by a judge who was also a parent.
Lorne: You know what they say about people who need people. Connor: They're the luckiest people in the world. Lorne: You been sneaking peeks at my Streisand collection again, Kiddo? Connor: Just kinda popped out.
'Time Bomb'
Buffy 4: Grr. Arrgh.
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Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 09, 2005 5:37:41 pm PST #9761 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
beekaytee - Jan 10, 2005 9:17:08 am PST #9762 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
I do feel sorry for all the lefties who were forced to write with their arms curled around into an unnatural position, just so they can write "correctly."
This was my father. Though I never thought about him being forced to write like that. Just thought it was a bad orthopedic choice. It always looked to me like it must hurt.
Me? I just drag my hand right through. In my very prolific, ball-point writing days, I could tell how much progress I was making by the shade of blue the edge of my palm got on a given day.
Cindy, I love hearing I'm relatively young for anything. But, in the early 60s, things seemed pretty provincial and definitely un-enlightened in my neck-o-the-woods. Even if it WAS California. The tying up was extreme, but I certainly got talked to by more than one adult.
I was left-handed, spelled my name wrong (according the EVERYone), had no mother and was 3 feet tall grades 3-9. Jeez, what WASN'T I hassled about?
Topic!Cindy - Jan 10, 2005 9:19:48 am PST #9763 of 10001
What is even happening?
Cindy, I love hearing I'm relatively young for anything. But, in the early 60s, things seemed pretty provincial and definitely un-enlightened in my neck-o-the-woods. Even if it WAS California. The tying up was extreme, but I certainly got talked to by more than one adult.Did you go to parochial school, Beej?
I was left-handed, spelled my name wrong (according the EVERYone), had no mother and was 3 feet tall grades 3-9. Jeez, what WASN'T I hassled about?My word. Being a kid is hard work, isn't it? I try to remember that, when my kids' problems seem about as difficult (to me, from my perspective) as choosing between chocolate and crap.
beekaytee - Jan 10, 2005 9:23:38 am PST #9764 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
Oh my. How whiny did that come out? Pretty damn. I think I need a nap.
No parochial school...which might have explained it.
I'm thinking that all my karmic debt got paid off in the first 30 years of my life. Now? It's all chocolate...no crap.
Love that analogy Cindy, and I can so relate when I deal with my clients--none of whom--by design--have unsolveable problems.
Lately, when I feel whiny...like today...I remind myself that I am not a tsunami victim. I don't even have a hangnail = quitcherbitchinbeej.
eta: tenses are useful
SailAweigh - Jan 10, 2005 9:31:04 am PST #9765 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I just drag my hand right through.
My mother developed a system of writing that worked very well for her as a lefty. She didn't write, she printed. But when you looked at her printing, you would have sworn it was cursive. By printing each letter it lifted her hand off the paper between each letter and no smearing. No tilting of the paper, no curling the wrist. It was a supremely elegant style of writing. I attempted to emulate her writing for years and finally gave up when I decided it was something about being left-handed. Until I realized some 30 years later that my aunt wrote in nearly the identical style, and she's a rightie. Sigh. I guess it just wasn't meant to be.
Kalshane - Jan 10, 2005 9:33:29 am PST #9766 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
I was born left-handed, but my great grandfather, who I positively adored as a child, convinced me while I was young that being left-handed was wrong. So now I'm primarily right-handed, though I do some things lefty (like opening jars) and some things with either hand (I can try to catch things with equal levels of clumsiness in each hand). I never heard about the stuttering thing before, but I do have a tendency to stammer, particularly when I'm nervous.
beekaytee - Jan 10, 2005 9:47:37 am PST #9767 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
It was a supremely elegant style of writing.
Envy!
While my script is infinitely readable compared to most lefties, I've always yearned for an elegant hand. This yearning has caused me to, over the course of my writing years, completely change my handwriting a number of times. No handwriting expert would ever match them up! (Thank God I got over the dotting my i-s with circles phase. No biscuit!)
Vortex - Jan 10, 2005 10:57:48 am PST #9768 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
hey, can anyone remember which episode of Buffy had the quote --
coffee, english breakfast, o pos? (in reference to morning beverages of choice) was it something blue?
Daisy Jane - Jan 10, 2005 11:01:13 am PST #9769 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
That was Angel, and I believe it was the last episode of the 1st season.
Steph L. - Jan 10, 2005 11:01:14 am PST #9770 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
It was an episode of Angel, IIRC.
t edit Damn you, wee Heather! You beat me by 1 second!
You win this time.