Bang on.

Agreed! I lived there for two years and was made to feel welcome and safe almost everywhere I went. You still have to use your street sense, but the place is full of kind, wonderful people. Te amo Nicaragua!

I can see how you would think that if you didn't know much about pedagogy.

Yep, off to look for a good one when I come back from vacation. I'd just rather buy something more exciting with my dwindling resources than a fry pan.

Nope. I'm a teacher. I know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.

Here, if you want to see a large sample of post-preggers bodies, have a gander at

Well, to be honest, I probably don't look that bad; I've lost all of the pregnancy weight (all 60 whopping munching-my-way-through-morning-sickness pounds) and another 7 on top of that; I'm skinnier now than I was pre-pregnancy. And I don't have stretch marks or a terrible pooch (although the tummy still isn't quite…

That is a great perspective. Husbands and partners like you are the best.

Yeah, this happened when I was 34. Then I went and had a baby. It's been a long, slow road back to some kind of self-acceptance. And by that I mean not wincing/grabbing flab and screaming/crying when I look in the mirror.

Standardized testing is bullshit; it has nothing to do with education and everything to do with enforcing class, race and language barriers. Test makers, politicians and Policy makers have no real interest in having a truly literate, critical-thinking, educated and enabled citizen body.

SNORT.

True. Still pissed though.

Yeah, this is my morning. Came downstairs to find my husband had trashed the fry pan with a fork. Who the fuck uses a fork on an effing teflon-coated fry pan? Grrrrr...now I have two problems; a wrecked fry pan and an insatiable urge to scream.

Yes. All of this. Nevermind the fact I had to do months of unpaid "practicum time" (hello unpaid internship) while working a full-time second job and then spend three years supply teaching while working nights as a cashier to pay the rent. What a cushy life!

Yeah...and those of us who do have unions and strike are totally villainized. Nice to meet you, I'm. Teacher/public enemy #1/punching bag/hell spawn.

How? Do tell.

Your brother has been so enabled by his upbringing he thinks he's entitled to care for life. He's basically a social/emotional/logistical cripple. Your parents are fucked. But...they did it to thmselves.

So you're biased against those in the liberal arts. Yeah, we're so useless. Congrats on being a fucktard.

FUCK CLICKS.

Ahhh...good to know.