Except, y'know, Koreans generally sleep on the floor, and every Korean I've ever met has declared that sleeping on one's back is the proper way to sleep. Most people have a flat-ish head, and there's no stigma other than it being slightly less attractive than a nice round head.

Mine was like:

When I was fifteen my brother and I finally managed to convince my mother that we hated turkey and that we'd be much happier with anything other than that damn bird. Since then we usually ate either ham, cornish game hens (Individual birds! Extra seasonings for Dad, bland as can be for little bro.), or steak. One year…

Suuuuuuuuuuuuper late to the party (both now and back then), but my first phone was in the summer of 2005. I was a senior in high school, had just gotten a car, and had finally convinced my parents that a cellphone was a good idea. It was this clunky, silver folding phone, prepaid. I was just so happy to have a phone…

1. Don't fraternize with the enemy (other teachers).

I think I ordered this from a school catalogue one year, but I can't really remember what happened, other than that I liked it and was upset that my mom wouldn't order the next book in the series for me. Do tell me what happens!

Oooooo, another one I loved as a child! My copy went mysteriously missing several years ago, I suspect the victim of the downsizing my parents did while I was in college, although they swear up and down they didn't touch anything in my room.

Horse-craziness directed a lot of my reading as a child too, so I understand. King of the Wind and The Black Stallion are two of the only ones I kept after The Great Downsizing after college.

I'm right there with you. I read the whole damn series.

I remember Julie of the Wolves! I was actually thinking of it the other day and trying to remember the title. I loved that book growing up, and I distinctly remember using some of the stuff in it about the hierarchy of wolves on our family dog when I was like, 10. Those were good times.

It helped having an incredibly boring public school curriculum that did nothing to keep me engaged (my parents pulled me out and sent me to private school that same year as a result) and very supportive, book-loving parents who'd read it before and were willing to help me get through the difficult parts.

Because no one likes having their neck kissed/licked/sucked/nibbled/what-have-you, and no one occasionally gets caught up in the heat of the moment.

I'm the daughter of a librarian (Mom) and a sci-fi buff (Dad), so I always had a plethora of reading material to choose from as a child. Nearly every room in our house had a bookshelf, even the kitchen, so I used to raid them all the time. I always thought reading the way I did was normal, until I went to school and…