"You've been intelligent so much longer than I have. I was still coloring outside the lines [in 1996]."
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A little something about me
- Margaret
- college town, Upper midwest, United States
- Sometimes late at night I break into song. And in recognition of that whole it's - really - too - late - for - anyone - to - expect - me - to - be - rational thing, I typically preface my musical rendition with, "That reminds me of a song...and it goes a little something like this." And so, when the mood strikes me, or the hour is late enough ;) , here is where I'll break into the silly songs of my childhood, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings of my grad student-hood, the haphazard mutterings of my single-hood, the philosophical musings of my female-hood, the inspirational babblings of my human-hood, the frazzled sputterings of my junior high French teacher-hood. So world, this is me. These are my thoughts, this is my life. And it goes a little something like this...
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I started HS in 96! The same year my oldest sister graduated... ah good times.
Dern whippersnappers... My class was parsing the correlation between DOB and age (-1.0, BTW), when I used my own birth year as an example.... Big mistake.
Hey! Get off my lawn! And pull your pants up while you're at it. Don't make me get my belt!
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Per APA, it should be "Friend A," not "friend A," because "friend" is a title.
Oh, goodness! I have experiences like that frequently nowadays -- particularly with my teacher helpers. They're both 18. Talk about a generation gap.
Anyway, I love that line: "You've been intelligent so much longer than I have." Classic.
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