Remember in school when you got those sweaty palms and sweaty armpits and sweaty everything else before you gave your "I Choo-Choo-Choose You" valentine to Lisa Simpson or whoever was the cutest girl in second grade?
He strongly denies that he is a fish or any other aquatic animal. I haven't actually checked any wildlife guidebooks or anything, so he may be right.
Getting a valentine from Richard Cohen would not only remove any meaning from Valentine's day it would would cause my brain to projectile vomit my hippocampus right out of my skull.
The teachers didn&#039;t insist on it when I was in grade school in the late 50s and early 60s, but my mother did. She said that it was the norm when <i>she</i> was a young girl in school in the 1920s.
So bulletin to Elizabeth Ester: this has been normal practice in grade schools for at least the past 100 years.
Mom also insisted that I write something nice besides just signing my name on every single one and wouldn&#039;t leave me alone until I did so. And we had big (30 plus) classrooms back then!
You have to figure that something terrible must have happened to them. Who the fuck could lead a normal, happy life, and then take a job spewing Murdoch&#039;s poison?
<i>To just robotically hand out, &lsquo;Here&rsquo;s your Valentine, here&rsquo;s your Valentine.&rsquo; </i>
WTF??
When I was a lad in elementary school, there was a big decorated Valentines box at the front of the room and everybody put in Valentines for the whole class. They sell boxes full of little generic cards for like 3.00 for 50. Then the teacher handed them out at the class Valentine party. No big whoop. I fail to see any sort of outrage to deal with here.
Yeah, it&#039;s a commercial holiday about guilting people into putting on some kind of performance for their loved ones. Mr. PsycWench and I buy ourselves chocolates and otherwise it&#039;s for the kids. I tell students &quot;You know how people say that if he really knew me, he&#039;d know what I want? I don&#039;t want anyone to know me that well! Send him a couple of links to things you&#039;d like and let him pick one&quot;.
And school shootings might stop, then where would the NRA get its donations?
YES!
He strongly denies that he is a fish or any other aquatic animal. I haven&#039;t actually checked any wildlife guidebooks or anything, so he may be right.
Getting a valentine from Richard Cohen would not only remove any meaning from Valentine&#039;s day it would would cause my brain to projectile vomit my hippocampus right out of my skull.
Enid Blyton&#039;s Adventure series ftw
These fucking bitches.
The teachers didn&#039;t insist on it when I was in grade school in the late 50s and early 60s, but my mother did. She said that it was the norm when <i>she</i> was a young girl in school in the 1920s.
So bulletin to Elizabeth Ester: this has been normal practice in grade schools for at least the past 100 years.
Mom also insisted that I write something nice besides just signing my name on every single one and wouldn&#039;t leave me alone until I did so. And we had big (30 plus) classrooms back then!
We&#039;re a lot farther down that slippery slope than I realized.
I look forward to his double kidney transplant.
&quot; I fail to see any sort of outrage to deal with here.&quot;
There goes your chance for a career with Faux Snooze.
But that might prevent them from becoming Faux Snooze junkies.
You have to figure that something terrible must have happened to them. Who the fuck could lead a normal, happy life, and then take a job spewing Murdoch&#039;s poison?
Never got into them for some reason. &quot;Danny Dunn&quot;, on the other hand, I couldn&#039;t get enough of. Go figure.
<i>To just robotically hand out, &lsquo;Here&rsquo;s your Valentine, here&rsquo;s your Valentine.&rsquo; </i>
WTF??
When I was a lad in elementary school, there was a big decorated Valentines box at the front of the room and everybody put in Valentines for the whole class. They sell boxes full of little generic cards for like 3.00 for 50. Then the teacher handed them out at the class Valentine party. No big whoop. I fail to see any sort of outrage to deal with here.
Yeah, it&#039;s a commercial holiday about guilting people into putting on some kind of performance for their loved ones. Mr. PsycWench and I buy ourselves chocolates and otherwise it&#039;s for the kids. I tell students &quot;You know how people say that if he really knew me, he&#039;d know what I want? I don&#039;t want anyone to know me that well! Send him a couple of links to things you&#039;d like and let him pick one&quot;.