Dear Socially Progressive Parents who allow their son's hair to grow long,
Please don't cut your son bangs. OR, if you do, please accept that, in many situations, your little boy will be mistaken for a little girl. I don't regret making the mistake, but I hope I didn't cause him humiliation.
Sincerely,
Emily
Showing posts with label bizarre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bizarre. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
New Suzuki: a feature feature.
If this was canned, it would either be something outside of my creativity level, or maybe just not that funny. But I legitimately found this, last night, in just the way I describe. Win the for?
This video will make more sense if you've watched the "clutterbank" video I embedded a few weeks ago.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Cliché High
Today and yesterday I worked in the same school. Over the course of two days, three things happened that I thought only really happened in movies or books. I suppose clichés come from somewhere, but I honestly didn't think I would run into them.
1. There was a food fight in the cafeteria. I'm talking at least 150 kids involved. As I was walking down to the cafeteria to get some additional snacks, I saw some of the fallout - notoriously bad kids being escorted away by monitors, black hair smattered with white mashed potatoes or ranch dressing. Shirts splashed with juice. A disgusting mess.
2. There was an un-planned fire-drill (I don't know what to call this). This was not because there was a fire, or even because someone pulled the alarm. This was because a chemistry class made some smoke in an experiment that set off the alarms.
3. This was only rumored, I hope it never came to pass -- students were apparently armed with urine-balloons.
Seriously, is this Cliché High School?
1. There was a food fight in the cafeteria. I'm talking at least 150 kids involved. As I was walking down to the cafeteria to get some additional snacks, I saw some of the fallout - notoriously bad kids being escorted away by monitors, black hair smattered with white mashed potatoes or ranch dressing. Shirts splashed with juice. A disgusting mess.
2. There was an un-planned fire-drill (I don't know what to call this). This was not because there was a fire, or even because someone pulled the alarm. This was because a chemistry class made some smoke in an experiment that set off the alarms.
3. This was only rumored, I hope it never came to pass -- students were apparently armed with urine-balloons.
Seriously, is this Cliché High School?
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Teenage Baby
I went to the store to get some more ibuprofen, and I found myself standing near a magazine rack engrossed in an article. A woman walked over to me, bent over and looked me in the face. She wanted to know if I was in line.
The article I was so caught up in was about Brooke Greenberg, a 16 year old baby.
Trying to find information about her on the internet led me to discover this gem:
The article I was so caught up in was about Brooke Greenberg, a 16 year old baby.
Trying to find information about her on the internet led me to discover this gem:
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