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The WeatherPixie

I'M TAKING THE PLUNGE
MARCH 4, 2006 @ NOON
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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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24 May 2003

a commencement, of sorts...

tonight was graduation. putting aside the feelings of pride (for my kids who are graduating - ALL of my seniors) and sadness (that some of the most awesome kids i know won't be an everyday part of my life anymore), it was really an interesting ceremony. some funny things that happened during tonight's "royal" event:

1. faith & seth turning "pomp & circumstance" into both a remix and a porno - true talent in action
2. principal turning security on parents, friends, families, etc. of graduates when said groups decided to cheer for their students. general rebellion on all parts.
3. teachers divided on the whole "cheering during the roll call" controversy, light spatting during ceremony
4. the big G bringing matrix sunglasses to wear during the ceremony (coordinated, of course, with his faculty-matrixesque robe)
5. six teachers piling into one car, driven by faith, who was "riding low" according to students who assumed all teachers were going out clubbing
6. faith is called "the most krunk" teacher at GHS by students and faculty who are obviously unaware that her social life basically consists of word puzzles, drinking and smoking with friends, and chatting online with boys who are content to disappear for days on end with no word.

yesterday's amusement:
showing up at class night buzzed on margaritas. woo hoo! class night, however, was a total buzz kill with all of its stiff formality (and the level of dressing up apparently required). my jeans and i took our asses home during awards (which is when we arrived, too).

p.s...
i did not get laid tonight. nor did i attempt to, since i was in the wrong audience for that kind of action. this is a new orleans weekend, so maybe that will change.

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