Would you rather?

Be a chicken
Would you rather be a duch

I don't want to be treated like I'm gay because I'm European.

Ginny

Ginny has lose, warbly fat .. Doesn't eat "shew gar" (sugar.). Its consistency is thin, but the layer is very thick, like a whale. Is she actually involved in the Disney parade returning

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My Brother's Golden Retriever

He was howling so cute, like aroo, when I came round a kitchen corner, I tried picking him up and he was so rowdy!  ;D

In the Locker-.

I realized I didn't realize that it was a puppy wolf, and I like sorta like was feeling for the arts..  I also decided that my doing in would be erasing the cares of New Orleans..

Shower-Bath

I might lay in the tub..guess I got a bit to pack before I leave, gotta leave a note for money, asked my dad for the other cellphone case.  Gotta leave my mom a note about where I'm going for the audition, didn't get an e-mail back about where to go..don't think I'll be able to do a test trip unless I were awake Friday, may even need to read from a book, gotta record in case we're allowed to sing with music but don't think we could for sure, don't know what to do just will move for dance, may not model, may not do stand-up comedy unless I think about talking about quarters and white bread in jail, well and the chicken crossing the street light.  It's about people or er something in a store, I think the quarters begging for whaate bread, it's funny..  :|

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To: http://www.facebook.com/ginny.kopf

OP: I'm working with several business clients who are having trouble with the V sound, as in "love, live, save, very..." (clients originally from Cuba, Costa Rica, India, Russia). The Spanish-speakers tend to make a BV combination, so "very" sounds like "berry." My Russian and Indian-speakers tend to make a VW combination, so V's are very light and W's as in "we'll" sounds like "veal."
I've had to be creative in my imagery to get them to say a strong V: "beaver with a chain saw," OR "chipmunk with a power drill"!
This comical image gets them to firmly put their top teeth to their bottom lip, with the friction needed to sound more like a V....!

ME: Wow, Ginny, that's really cool. :} I need to learn (how to) talk. xp http://cab1986orlfl16.blogspot.com/2013/02/20130210-1.html

Hm, you know what, that's funny, my brother went to Costa Rica for school and slid along a wire and I saw like all these pictures on his 'puter. ;D Do you like how I say "love?" :} When I sing, it sounds ro(a(h))ownd. I was so ecstatic I found out how to sing that and didn't know who fed that thought to me nor if it was coming because of what I was doing. 8(( :p ))8 I guess the Spanish speakers are more English-German, like not what some word that begins with an "f" like the Italians and French. That was nice, Ginny, why are you so plebian, why didn't you just say don't make all the "v's" "b's?" So, when I say "love," it sounds like https://www.google.com/search?q=louvre&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a. It sounds like a distant fairtale like an island in the north, like Holland or like maybe a bridge on Spain?? :/ I used to live on the bay. Saint Augustine? The nation's oldest and 2nd oldest continuing city. I was close to Ripley's, hm closer than the bay. What I was able to walk to was the old bookstore. There was a book in there I saw once with my mom of a mama cat, a big cat, carrying a very tiny toy-like baby.. xp Everyone like the song "Babes in Toyland??" I heard a good recording of it.. on AOL Radio maybe around 3 years ago? I tend to read a lot of fiction|fantasy and sci-fi is like scientifically or historically intriging. (sp??) Oh, so you had to be very creative! ;D You know, I don't know if the Indonesians had a related written language but do now and I find it to seem very like Eastern, you know, European. Hey, your dad is from Pennsylvania. You must be pretty funny. Guess you know about the farms on the hills. I went to Rock City Park lots of times..but my grandma never goes.. I love going there and wanted to live in Pittsburgh, or Philly... however haven't been since 15. :| Missed a summer of community theater, I just remembered because I worked somewhere, saw other YATS there later.. However, I aced community college in English and Appreciation in Art in the mornings, had a good summer, got a bigger role and 1 solo sentence singing in a play about a comic, "Li'l Abner," was not happy but learned something.. I'm not from there, but I was pretty mature when we moved. I didn't do a whole lot during the year, but my 1st year I got to do a monologue and it went well... ?: Talented Theater, the reading was hard to understand but had no problems memorizing though I had a hard time in school and was also in Talented Music. Russia, India, Spain. India is nice in an Asian way. You know, my mom isn't really Asian, just has ancient ancestors, you know 6-700 years ago though the Jews I found recently migrated 1500 years ago, the Middle Ages maybe, ... I'm going to ask you after class about because she wants you to help her with her English.. You know, she is also a fitness instructor, used to work at Disney in the mornings teaching yoga. She doesn't want me to share her website.. She'd love to know you. She taught at a business in the New Orleans are and tried desperately to promote her business in exercise and relaxation of the whole body.. :} You know, I think it's good to eat a lot, and for some reason I find I'm eating lots of things like liverwurst, hot dog, hamburger, some pizza.. I got kinda loaded of the beef and at school I guess eat healthy but not like organic tomatos. You know, she's told me stuff I didn't really want to think about, like in New Orleans to be a lifeguard.. and they work like 6|9 hours? and here to do the puppets at Disney..you know, I lost this YouTube years ago..of the Paris parade...? It's funny all I remember, too, is the lady at the beginning. Apparently, in France, they don't go around living Disney.. In New Orleans, it's hard to say it's magic. Things there are more like real, like there, not like some thing you can't do, you know? However =p New Orleans is French and you can't get outof it. So, Florida is all Spanish, and the Spanish want to go over to England.. New Orleans is like the big thing. People from there just don't live without that blessing. All I can say is the other good thing really is the Cleveland area because it's like the coldest place on earth. Not like absolute zero but like the chill is. Chicago might be as cold as where my aunt moved in Florida. I'm guessing anyone from other places have more culture, you know the country in Pennsylvania. People from places like Minnesota? Why is Orlando a circus place? I'm guessing it is, I mean, you know? I mean, I'm from Florida, and I've lived out of Florida, and I have a pretty good idea of what to look for.. I guess I could be a pretty good dancer but not like of an organized dance, maybe am not interested in ballet at the moment, gotta build more muscle. :|- It would be fun in theater, like since you're a vocalist or public orator, to do "Cats" .. bc (you know Andrew Lloyd Webber is for high schoolers.. except like JCS) to do "Cats" so we could dance in the trash! ;D I mean, it would be your kind of class, why not? I guess Valencia should do it, but you should be involved because you do those classes. Also, you know diction! So, I did gymnastics and reluctantly trotted along to begin ballet and was the best but not sharp and not acknowledged like by my mom. :| We had a serious teacher from France, but I guess she didn't have an accent. She moved to Atlanta to teach a college. I was sorta like spaced out, I guess, but I was always feeling like I wasn't very pretty with a huge head. However, otherwise, my head just felt kinda like empty. True, all my physical activity came from gymnastics. I actually did it, and I felt like an Olympian and considered it but finally decided not to, I guess. I guess we couldn't afford to go more, but I went up to 2 days. I also played there and got a lot out of other things I guess like a jungle gym somewhere called Explorations.. I was already pretty physical when we moved and found a place that did ballet, but I have to tell you something I moved and went in the middle of the year and saw kids from my class, 1 who waved who was popular, and they were in ballet at a dance studio with all kinds of things .. combination (jazz, .. tap, + lyrical) and apparently some of them started dance when they were 7.. It was the best studio but I think dance team was bigger, at the public schools. So, it looked very easy, but they were so stuck up + racist, I wasn't the 1.. so I got put in a shitty class with fat baby kids for 2½ years. My friend from Saint Augustine told me to move, and then I went to a school like Orlando City Ballet. It was good, but maybe I should have moved. It's just that I was already almost out of high school and busy, band, gymnastics, music school. I know we were allowed to go once a week or 6 times a week and the dancers there weren't good enough. I learned a lot in college and became pretty talented, better than everyone else when I returned. I got fat, not really tired of ballet but of not being allowed to do anything because I wasn't a full time ballerina. Others were successful before Katrina. Everyone left me there, too. You know, it's funny, in school I had a hard time finishing homework. I was at a Catholic school and didn't get in gifted. Now, I have a desire to major in History. In Florida, I guess the Science class was easier, but it wasn't good in the New Orleans area. You know, the book was easy and maybe the notes were good. I think it was Earth Science. Science in college other than Physics same as the labs in college were easy. I don't know why, but the only history I don't have trouble with other than memorizing lots of things are arts history. Honors history was easy at 1 college. I took a hard music history course somewhere else. I couldn't do AP history in high school because it would take me too long. It seemed it would ruined my future in the arts because I never read like that before. It was too many pages with small text, you know? It was just because it was AP, shouldn't have even been there or I guess should have had a separate Gifted class. I don't remember why, but I got like a 70% maybe on the 1st test. You know, Ginny, there really is a lot out there, should get into things like Europe in general: France, Germany .. other places and Italy. Ahh, guess I should go, for some reason I feel like I've come to some ending. That's probably a good thing, might watch my videos, do some hw or memorizing more,

Dream

I had a really good feeling, Ellen DeGeneres was in a dark room with a lot of space with stuff in it and I was on top of her, and it felt so full and strong, like she was a big wild cat I just saw, like she just had *** with it, you know was just on top of it.  Sadly, I left.

Later, I met up with a boy from England and was putting my arms around him walking but not really feeling like I thought it would feel to be with him, you know how I felt seeing the pictures in a very strong  but not like totally loaded feeling..

Contagious

So, watching "The Ellen DeGeneres Show," I was thinking of, "Grandma got run over by a reindeer."  Well, all the white people in the U.S. have ancestors from snowy climates.  It just was wrong that the humor of it was twisted to me.  I think it's not supposed to be that way.  I mean, if it were, okay, but I think it was just a mistake.  Why am I uptight that I might forget more about important things I haven't written down I've imagined?  I mean, I might, but it's not "because Mrs. Ellen DeGeneres says so."  How corny, ha haha ha ha.  3D  She is shaped like a block of ice.

Cool Orleans

I had this really cool friend supposedly from San Fransisco who had lots of cats.  She was just all around the center of attention, whether or not she knows.  She is 1 year older, a month, or maybe so, I think, shy.  I remember because I saw her for her birthday, a bit after, once or twice, and she showed me she finally got some hip clothing.  She knew the popular boy in her year, though born in October or November, from New Orleans, whose best friend died.  She sat with him at pep rallies.  He was so, like, attractive when I interacted with him, like at P.E., sometimes or at least once at length, with the classes separated into 4.  The school was about 200 students per year.  It seems like all we could think about was like oh should you have been on like the dance team?  What about ballet, anyway?  What was I thinking?  What happens to people with dark hair?  I did fit in.  I did make flag team, but since my friend didn't I didn't do it.  They train with band, 1 hour during the day, which would have replaced Art II, "Advanced" Drawing and Painting, and after school a lot.  I guess it was a bit difficult, I mean they don't do this in junior high all the time.  It seemed like I'd make it.  Actually, I was hoping the boy would stay and I'd stay in it.  The drama teacher left, too.  Hardly anyone was in drama, and no one my age, the other few a bit older.  That boy was in choir, too, and sang Titanic as a solo.  I didn't try to get in Talented Music until later.  I found I wanted to quit when I got older and heard it would have been better so much if I did it the 1st year with the other teacher who left.  It was so sucky after my initial year!  I guess a year of Talented Theater did it, too.  The community theater had a dying agenda.  I didn't do theater at NOCCA because Classical Instrumental Music for piano was more smart and connected the arts, better, and gave me more valuable tools.  I might not have went back were I still in high school.  It's not a reliable program and may be for mainstream New Orleanians.  It was fun in the summer, but they don't let you board, since I went.

Mornin

I woke up like ¼-½ hour ago.  I had a pack of crackers with cream cheese and chives spread and a giant Reeses.  My dreams I don't remember well.  I remember the last 1, I was at like a garden maze at religion class, and I was in the classroom.  Something happened, and then someone had a big, juicy baby snake egg hatch in a container.  After awhile, a huge polar bear came around and stopped at me so I ran out the door, with troubles, and kept handling the knob and finally locked it.  I worked on locking myself out of the house.  The room looked like my room, and the house looked like my grandma's, I just realized.  I was already running through the trees and went up some big trees easily, and a huge, puffy wolf went up and I ran away and I think locked myself in the house but lost my phone but somehow was calling 911, which gave like a sorta grunt or sqeak as an answer.  Reminds me of the Cleveland area.

Inhuman! 30

I found that maybe I was inhuman, but I thought of Europeans thinking the Chinese were not white and then having hands like black people.  Jews do, too.  Helena Bonham Carter had interesting hands and is actually part Spanish, as well as Spanish Jew.

"Born and Bred in the Briar Patch"

Something funny is my friend from Florida came over to the New Orleans area and she secretly in a cute way that's kinda funny to speculate|spectacle on made a splash in the area and seems like she's from there kinda.  Hm.  This could be serious.  I think Tim Burton knows.  I think the whole world knows about my 2 old best friends who wouldn't talk to me anymore and who were both mean to me maybe it's okay and maybe it's justified to me.  It did make me mad just because I had no one else I could get to know as well.  I was mad otherwise.  At the younger 1 I fought back, like talked to her in a mimicy, nasty, cutting way it felt, more just was nagging, though.  The other 1 scared me.  I think the other 1 yea asked if I was "gay."  I think the other 1 wanted to call me a nigger because her mom is Lithuanian and her dad is all British.

Speaking of the title of my post, as I was walking worried that the Country Bear Jamboree just isn't funny anymore and before it was like I mean it knocked me out!  I could not stand coming here later on!  It seemed like it was made after the New Orleans area.  Maybe it was specifically spirited after the city I lived in and maybe like for example Pearl River possibly in some way.  I mean, there's also this place called like Bugaloosa a professor of English in honors in college in New Orleans talked about, had a small house, showed pictures of his granddaughter doing violin I think, had a maybe like greyhound type dog but not a greyhound, which I read a kid's book on a big fat messy-looking witch had 1 and ate it and was gonna ask to eat the horse of the guy, too, I mean he had the dog, maybe found this dunno where probably in the nation's oldest continuing city.

Thoughts

I think there's like a smudge or scratch in my glass I saw before.

So, I'm not gonna act like me getting uppity is a mistake "because I'm not white" BECAUSE I AM MORE WHITER THAN YOU.

Why is it really just okay if you say something bad if it's to flip off another idea?  LOOK I DON'T CARE.

Okay, I was in bed.  I need to make like a long scarf and attack a stuffed animal at the end.  Oh ...  So, I was in bed and trying to feel and had to connect myself to experiences and secret messages, and they were plentiful with stops, too.  I went to bed, and I must have had an okay sleep.  I woke up about 14 hours later (went to bed after I went home and changed and went to the bathroom of course) and my dad was home eating his lunch.  I felt bothered, maybe should not have.  I broke down because I couldn't feel like before, and it rather upsets me when bozos do this or whatever.  So, I looked really pretty
hen I woke up.  I took a picture and recorded myself singing a theater song before.  Anyway, so, I went to bed finally, a bit more easily and had a bad dream of a fat woman, supposedly Ginny Kopf, not realizing all the while she's much fatter, like my therapist, a small|part Italian I know from Miami, supposedly, rather plain.  (Sounds suspicious for Orlando.)  I don't know why, but I got a therapist after I started cursing on my blog, probably would get 1 anyway I just realized, which doesn't really tell me anything.  I mean, I still got 1, and the experience, while good, seemed to have a negative effect, though I still actually want to see her if I'm not too tired.  I mean, if my classes aren't dropped I can still sleep all day since weight training is cancelled.  Not sure if weight training at that time was a good idea, but it's in the morning.  I was gonna do homework all day but realized I'm sick.  I only have classes twice a week.  So, yea, I kept trying to literally ending up fantasizing that this fat woman with supposedly California heritage like with Helena Bonham Carter's dad being English affecting me while I was imagining that she wanted to carry me for some reason, in ways to be nice but never really "doing it."  It was sorta tacky.  Anyway, so I found my brother was home somehow eventually, sorta a dark scene like a TV and microwave, small, neat maybe Orlando-style house.  He was watching TV, maybe getting secret popcorn, maybe actually had video games rather than PC games.  So, I crept to a back porch, which I guess ... oh, there was a like ridge but no fence like "our old house" had.  I saw from before too a house with a dark blue wall and a TV and a kinda like Chinese-hyped up boy in it I couldn't see, probably thinking or like saying "you'll be sorry."  So, then I heard something about "feet" but just got the message, didn't hear anything.  I saw above me a spectre, a large white bird with maybe yellow tips and a yellow crest!  I wanted it to come and it came in sync.  I held it.  At college, I was the only 1 who picked up the chinchilla, and the leash choked it as I brought it to me.  "I choked the chinchilla."  So, like it's claws were a great stress and it's beak could also stressfully snap me.  Somehow, I guess it turned into a porch and I locked it out and didn't realize what it was but was like stapling a tent opening together so it wouldn't escape.  My mom got a little bird cage, it it was depressingly small and it about squeezed out.  We tried to pour it into the dog cage, but it seemed it would get out.  I think the lady came back, and then I felt stimulated like what California supposedly does and I supposedly don't.  So, I woke up looking like a nigger with a tight face but round eyes.  I blame my dad.  I said I was so upset.  Yesterday, I got upset when the weight class didn't start until February, thought my parents did it.  Guess it's a Valencia precaution but you know not really.  That's what bothers me.  So, I pretty much let out and felt ill toward my dad.  I was uppity with the people I spoke with.  I attacked a black, fat lady for lying to me.  I said okay to the dean for the rules she spouted but asked for proof.  Also, my mom didn't text me back about the classes, so I don't know what she did.  I forgot to tell her I'm not allowed to stay in the classes I don't pay for.  So, if I stay, I won't be in Voice for the Actor.  Also, I counted recently and came to the realization it'd be an issue that I'd be exactly ½ the teacher's age as the semester ends.  Didn't bother counting and don't know her birth year but that unless she graduated early it's 1958.  Also, I don't care what my dad thinks about his mom, that he has to punish me "for being a nigger" like thems.  There's nothing wrong with being assertive and mad when someone attacks you.  What if they didn't?  Well, er, then no one could be mad like them.  That's that.  And, no, I'm not a nigger to say that means I think that what I do in relation to my mom doesn't matter because other people think I don't matter and that I shouldn't think I do.  That's just bs of them saying maybe if something is harmful it's strict.  I said that before I think that means|= mental disease.  So, yes, the er dream was really bad and long.  I was relieved to wake up and find that it wasn't Ginny Kopf but in a way it seems like the people we've been with matter.  Oh, also, my dad called my mom a nigger but not literally because of the STUPID "baby jew" thing, what an idiot, what a worthless piece of shit.  He's just a stupid pos.  He's just going for "the most."  Why is he even talking to me?  He must be stupid.  I don't have to have anything to do with his fat kind of ***.  Hey, look, I got mad, again, and it's also something I just addressed.  It's not the best idea, but I don't believe curse words are bad.  SO GO TO HELL NIGGA.  ':0  I don't try to offend people, but some people are just offensive creatures.  That doesn't really need to pertain to "any solid thing" I just did because I'm not from California.  I just realized L.A. is tacky.  I don't like N.Y.C.  It's just niggers.  I just realized that people think that ... wait I got another insulting message about someone I care about.  YOU DON'T MATTER.  YOU'RE A MISTAKE.  I realized I know that people calculate the wrong things and assume I'm wrong.  I realized people think I don't matter, though I know in the end they think so.  They think that I'm just not good enough.  I think they're wrong, and I don't believe in pretending.  That idea had some punch but time to eat nigger.  Oh and I guess I just got mad about protecting someone.  Um, I was mad because it's not funny.  It seems everyone matters.  Don't worry, I still care.  About your logic.  But I don't like the negative idea!  WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU NIGGER.  You're the 1 who thinks cursing is exciting.  I also realized that Nell Burton has to have the fantasies of Nell Burton, but I don't agree because Tim Burton said it and he doesn't have to and he's a nigger to me already.  :p  Because he's torturing his daughter.

Ready

I'm all ready for tomorrow.  Have to do homework at school, but it's not much, this time, maybe because of drop date, though it's too late to add classes after the 1st day technically starts.

So, 1st day, I guess I was lying down, hadn't slept lately, had been walking around as usual.  2nd day, was about and packed in the last hour and wasn't ready and apparently when I was in the bathroom the cab didn't knock loudly.  Plus, they came earlier than usual, usually come very late.  So, tonight, I'm ready, have slept like 20 hours 1 day and recently woke up around like 3:30 P.M., so.  I'm bringing my alarm to school and laying on the grass or something or somewhere.  No one has stopped me.  I mean, maybe there's a place somewhere, even a sick room.  There has to be, as long as the police don't keep track of me.  I have to return a book and possibly buy a new 1.

Also, my dad got me an all hot pink big Jansport backpack, a brand that's been popular since I remember getting bigger backpacks, though I used to like backpacks with compartments when I was a big younger.

I think it was considered selfish, but I mean it's just a good brand.  It has plain designs.  It has very good pockets, very very good, and I see now very very good straps.  My mom and brother tried to sell some backpack stuff for the strapping, Strap-It, that goes across the front of your waist.  Also, I have a perfect black gym bag from Sports Authority, where I got the backpack, which they aren't sold as rampantly, anymore.  I just realized when my ankle is better I might need to bring a towel, though I wasn't exactly sure I'd be taking a shower.  I plan on changing right before class.  The bag was $25, and I'm returning some shoes for that much where the sizes weren't the same.  I don't even really have that many clothes to change into.  I don't sweat that much working out on my own, but I don't think I mind being sweaty.  :(  I even thought I could fit all my stuff in my backpack.  I'm used to saving bags.  I have 3 ballet bags.  1 has a CD pocket and the other is a sling backpack with something where maybe you can put a CD player, though I realize now we use MP3s.  I just realized that.  So, my mom got me a neon|lime green lunchbag but returned it since I didn't want it and didn't seee the cancer lunchbags that have been out for maybe over ½ year.  So, I have my old, dirty red lunchbag I got for no real reason. I don't know, but I probably would have told my mom to save the green lunchbag.  I'm getting a new 1.  This 1 is okay, but I mean I could find 1 I really liked, not just 1 that is cute because it's a lunch bag.

So, I have everything all organized easily, not too complicated, a place for everything, even an old Valencia wallet.  Well coin purse.  My lunch is all ready, and I'm getting the Oreo crumble and after the classes are over I know a snack in a snack machine.  I'm bringing dark rye cracker bread (so healthy I presume comes a lot in lite rye for some reason,) bottles of water (a big mesh that fits 1 bottle on my backpack,) some soynuts, a snack bag of mixed, salted nuts (had been having cashews in Orlando,) Clementine with a spoon to open (like a tangerine orange,) fish and Sweet Italian Sausage my dad got (wanted a big dark 1 like a giant Slim Jim,) 3 rather long leaves of lettuce and a stub of a cucumber.  I guess the crackers will keep me occupied.  I'll be lying in the sun.  I packed everything, even my watches.  Bringing my alarm.  I'm setting 2 alarms tonight.  I brought my camera and a little stand, need to ask my dad for a recorder.  I see they cost over $50.  I know on Thursdays, with the long Improvisation class, that we're supposed to snack in between on bathroom break.  Oh, I brought almost a whole pack of female things, will need more for Thursday.

I'm getting weary, hm.  I wonder if this is how Ellen DeGeneres feels.  I wonder if the teacher has time like to enjoy I guess she has 2 small dogs?  Most people have like 1 small dog maybe or maybe even a cat.  Cats crawl, though.  I guess people teach them to get down.

I'm waiting for my nails to dry, don't really feel like sleeping yet, gonna wind down to my YouTube videos, should lie down.  I feel a bit irritated, like filled with hot liquid.  Anyone can quell me?  Also, I haven't answered all my IMDb stuff.

The reason I didn't sleep last week was because I've slept so much, but I'm tired now, feel more like resting with my nearly broken right ankle.  I've been quite up today, though, slept from like 8 or 9 A.M. to 3:30 P.M., + the day before like over 20 hours.  Now, I just so want to be ready and sleep.  I was in so much pain with my ankle on Saturday afternoon.  Then, I woke up and it was Sunday.  I slept again on Monday.  I haven't been walking, and without my cane my leg starts to hurt.

12:30 A.M.  3½ hours to sleep.  Well, maybe in bed for a bit, might get up, might sleep 2 hours.  Rr.  I feel awake at school but mean like a week is enough, ready to get my sleep.  Ow ow ow.  I know that when you sleep too much it becomes troublesome.  Sometimes, it doesn't work.  Sometimes, it's better to last it out.  I don't particularly look forward to lying down with the kids going past.  I feel a bit beat up from financial aid and have yet more to deal with I fear, after the homework, shouldn't be too hard, neither.

Weird

When I was 5, we had a black teacher, and we brought in ties one day.  I tried to make it look like I had a lot and put them on my head.

I had a pretty sensual teacher in 1st grade, and we watched TV and studied whales, dinosaurs, and Russia.  I liked the media I saw of dinosaurs when I was little.  I was an accurate reader, better than my brother.  Apparently, when we moved, they were good at it but didn't have much history.