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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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21 May 2003

one of my students and i have a running gag that whenever i refuse him anything, it must be because he's black. today, another teacher decided to tell me no (can you imagine?), and my student got irate on my behalf. "it's because you're light-skinned!" he was, of course, kidding, since i'm pale, pale white with bleach-blonde hair, but it was still funny.

why my students think i'm light-skinned (as opposed to white):

* willing to try anything once, even koolaid pickles and sausage, biscuit, and jelly (yes, on the biscuit)
* the fact that i sing along with "their" music - hell, i knew "step-daddy" and the "new cha-cha" before they did
* my ability to keep the beat... most of the time
* i love them

i saw a two little girls playing today in a driveway down the street. one was black, one was white. they had obviously grown up together and were close friends. just as natural as can be, one of their brothers came and jumped over them. no racial barriers. it was beautiful. i feel like i miss that sense of racial harmony sometimes when i'm down here because i feel so isolated. it was nice to see two kids just being two kids. you miss so much if you don't have friends of different backgrounds. anyway... i guess i just hope that my kids grow up feeling comfortable with people because they're people, not because they're a certain race, religion, sex, etc. wait, do i have kids? oh yeah.. no.

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