I was always taught that you dress up for the theater. Dressing up, btw, could mean a dress from Target and some nice flats and opaque tights. It doesn't have to be EXPENSIVE, but don't wear a t-shirt and jeans.
I was always taught that you dress up for the theater. Dressing up, btw, could mean a dress from Target and some nice flats and opaque tights. It doesn't have to be EXPENSIVE, but don't wear a t-shirt and jeans.
I'm 5'2" on a good day. Yeah, sometimes I have issues seeing when I go to a Broadway show or whatever. I have NEVER in my life asked someone to scrunch down in their seat or move. I HAVE sat on my coat, or switched seats with someone I'm attending with if they happened to be sitting behind a shorter person. On behalf…
I just choked on my wine. You are awesome. I will be thinking of you at the SMARTboard tomorrow my friend...cause I don't want to be killed.
As a teacher I'm going to just say it; how did this woman get a job as a teacher working in a school when she's allergic to hand sanitizer? I mean that shit is EVERYWHERE in school. Probably not the best career choice. I mean, perhaps she's been around for awhile before hand sanitizer existed, but still.
You're underestimating it. One of my 5th grade students told the class that I was a prostitute, a fucking bitch, and was crazy because I gave him "extra work". Note: I did not give him extra work. He didn't hand in his math homework for the week, so instead of giving him a zero, I gave him the opportunity to do it…
I know I'm biased as a teacher, but honestly, there will never be a teacher that every kid likes. I also had one hell of a bitch for my 6th grade ELA class. She called me an insignificant life form in the middle of class. She made me cry. She was horrific. I would NEVER wish death upon her, I just wanted to get the…
BEST movie! This comment needs more stars.
You laugh, but I had a kid call me a bitch and a prostitute and a fucking psycho at lunch. My students all ratted him out. 5th grade. When questioned if he learned anything the next day, he told another adult in the building, "Yeah, my parents said I could call Ms. ________ those things, just not at school!"
DO NOT EAT FOOD FROM HOME UNLESS YOU KNOW THE HOME VERY WELL AND MOM IS A SUPER FANTASTIC FREAKING BAKER AND ALL THE KIDS ARE EATING IT TOO. And you know for a *fact* it's a clean house. You just DON'T eat the stuff they give you. Nope. You'll learn that one quickly. The second you start teaching you worry less about…
Honestly, this is why we need teachers unions. I'm a teacher, and I can't even tell you all the fucked up shit that goes on. You wouldn't believe it.
My boyfriend is hung like a horse. Seriously, the thing is a work of art. He should be proud of it. He does not wear magnums. He complains about condoms in general, and so do I, because even as a female I find going bare to be infinitely more comfortable. However, pregnancy and STDs are more uncomfortable, so yeah.…
That was the one thing I do remember about the flu last year. No gastro at all...just ya know a bunch of other really terrible symptoms. UNTIL I took the tamiflu, THEN my stomach started bothering me and I was all "GREAT let's add stomach issues to the mix now!" Freaking tamiflu lol
Yep, got it las year for the first time in over a decade. That nearly 104 fever for a few days straight was lovely. My dad was all set to take me to the ER one night. I talked him out of it because my other symptoms were just annoying, not horrific. But man did I feel like SHIT for a solid two weeks, and absolutely…
LOVED the book.
Well, thanks for making me CRY just now. I know I was like 12 or 13 when this came out but man, this movie still hits right in the feels with scenes like these*
The old couple in the bed kills me, as does the "Gentlemen, it has been a privilege playing with you tonight."
I still can't listen to "Nearer My God to Thee"
My mother TRIED to warn me after my appendix surgery that I needed to take stool softeners/EAT SOMETHING while on painkillers/after anesthesia. Did I listen? OF COURSE NOT. I was in pain, dammit, and sick, twisted me was happy that I had no appetite and would hopefully loose a few pounds. Let's just say that I will…
Different things get through to different kids. Punishments that would have been effective with me wouldn't even cause my sister to bat an eye. Who knows what the hell this kid did. Who knows what other methods the parent tried first. Personally, if the kid did something really shitty and/or repeatedly did the same…
That is just really odd.
I used to work at Coach. The worst part of my job was having a woman come in with a bag their boyfriend/husband got them to exchange it, only to have to tell them that it was fake *cringes*
No, just no. While there are higher quality fakes, you are paying more for them, which I never understood. For that money, buy an authentic lower end designer bag and get the real thing. Also, for those who REALLY like designer bags, yes, we can tell. The zipper will be off. The hardware will not be 100% identical.…