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It's the next-to-last day of the SOL tests. 8th graders stream in to free breakfast-chicken and sausage biscuits, a la cafeteria. Them: What kinda biscuits are these? Me: French fried cricket patty and monkey brain loaf. Oh, wait, those are squid cakes! Them: Euwww.(This from people who think chocolate donuts, chocolate milk, and french fries make a balanced, nutritious lunch.) Boy in hall: Look, her titties is showing! Girl in hall: My titties is FINE. Me: You need to take them to the office and get them covered up. Now. Go. Can you imagine anything more distracting to 8th grade males taking a boring test than uncovered titties? Ninety kids: Can we borrow a pencil? Me: We gave you TWO to KEEP last Wednesday. Didja eat 'em? Them:(batting eyelashes) Puhleeze? On that note, I add my congrats to the chorus for Jason and Shannon, and a gentle reminder...someday, she'll be thirteen. Come see me if you need expert advice. Headbone is playin': Get Out of This House by Shawn Colvin ("You act like a baby, you act like a fool, get outta this house...go back to your mama, go back to high school, get out, get outta this house!") Book of the moment: October Sky by Homer Hickam, Jr. The movie was a pale imitation; this is the real deal! Sort of a W Va version of To Kill A Mockingbird. |
 
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Fine titties!