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name - faith
age - 28
screenname - barefootnhippie
email - barefootnhippie@yahoo.com

at the moment: The current mood of barefootnhippie at www.imood.com

current reads:
night
searching for god knows what
a walk in the woods
assasination vacation


hobbies:
coloring in the spaces of the pretty, pretty tax forms
breathing yogalates and cardio hip-hop classes
waiting, always waiting, for my next direction

chores:
pretending to direct HS play rehearsals
grading students' essays
dealing with the men in my life

The Cool Kids
touching silence
magnolia coffee
i really am a real teacher
crooked letter, crooked letter
the last in the adventures...
get your learn on
first take
how to write a personal narrative
hippie's 100
the erotic edge

Interesting Strangers
deep south comic
american undershirt
tcwh
snowshoe crab
queen goddess
le petit hiboux

The Rest of the World
MSNBC
dave barry's blog
serenity blog
the onion
the smoking gun
weight watchers
self
kairos
NCTE


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17 April 2003

A Big, Juicy Peach

ironies of living in the delta:
1. i have been hit on by more people than i've ever had hit on me in my life. almost all of them are jailbait.
2. in the hellmouth of mississippi, you cannot watch buffy the vampire slayer.
3. teachers are told not to give more than 15 minutes of homework per night; however, they're yelled at when they give student work days to help students with research papers.
4. using technology in teaching is emphasized in high schools that have no computer labs.
5. the amount of lying done by "god's children" (submitted by MGD)
6. walmart is destroying the world, but we go there every day, AND if we didn't go, we'd be worse teachers than we are now (submitted by MGD & Peach)
7. airwalking in air that is infested with insecticidal poison.

the seniors (and some of the juniors) are getting a little frisky now that it's almost may. i have a bunch of kids who just come in my room over the lunch hour to hang out, which is fine by me. keeps em off the mean streets o' the delta. hee hee. anyway, one of the kids who comes in - an older senior, around 20 - sat down next to me the other day as i was typing on the computer. he laid his head on my shoulder, looked up at me intently (with his face about two inches away from mine), then backed up and - squeezing my arm gently - said, "you're just like a big, juicy peach... yum." i gave him the "i can't believe you just said that to me" look, which i thought worked because he hasn't been hanging around for a couple of days. then he came by today and seranaded me outside my door. okay, this is getting ridiculous. but it's kind of like miller said, at least this one's 20. it makes me feel a little less of a dirty old woman. so, i have a new nickname - peach.

and then there's the problem of wanting to play with the children too much. the age difference sometimes seems so slight that it makes me goofy, accessible, maybe, but definitely silly. they think i'm weird, but fun. whatever. it's basically true. the kids have a great amount of insight. =)

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