I used to teach children with autism. You'd blink and someone would be hanging from the ceiling, while someone else sprinted down the hallway naked.

That's completely awful!

My 3s and 4s were perfectly fine for Boston College (as was the SAT 2 test where I filled in random bubbles and still somehow managed to test out of the language requirement).

To quote the late, great Clone High:

Give me another 24-36 hours. It's coming...

Nope.

The most miserable people have a strange habit of outliving us all. My MIL will be stumbling through the Nuclear Apocalypse with the cockroaches.

Heck, I'd like one of those.

I'm a fan of saying "It's 2015, there's more than one way to make a family."

I consider myself a staunch pacifist/conscientious objector….and yet, I wouldn't be too sad if ISIS got wiped from the face of the Earth*

Jealous! I've encountered so many people that hate the book; I've considered teaching high school English ( I currently work in K-8) just so I could do the book justice for a new generation.

So, my freshman year of college I was going through a depressive episode. One night, in a fit of self-medicating, I thought I could basically out-drink a couple of guys on the baseball team (I. Funneled. Screwdrivers.) Needless to say, I punched a 1-way ticket to blackout city. My friends didn't know where I'd gone to…

Have to admit- ManPants pulled a 180 in this regard. When we lived separately and he'd come over for dinner, he'd scrub every pot,pan, and dish; heck, sometimes he'd start cleaning up before we'd even started eating, which also drove me crazy. Now that we live together, he seems to think "You cooked, I'll clean up"…

On the whole I agree with the "pick your battles" approach. However, as a teacher, I get frustrated with parents who have clearly picked not to fight any battles.

True story: In 6th grade, I got in trouble when I brought home a cachet (biweekly progress reports, basically) with some less-than-stellar grades on it. I was generally a pretty capable student, so the grades were more a reflection of a "can't be bothered" attitude. My mother must've chewed me out for at least 45…

That seems like something Johnny Weird would do.

Apropo of nothing, but was the world really clamoring for an entire Chris Brown/Tyga album?

I'm personally a fan of the phrase "Fuck [him] with a rusty dildo"

My father's from Boston and I went to college up there, so in between the two I've picked up the habit of using "wicked" as a modifier. One of my happiest moments as a teacher was the day a 1st grade student described something as "wicked".