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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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15 May 2003

the student-achievement awards are being tallied. some of my favorites so far are:

"most likely to take a vacation" award
"i've been partying all night, so i'm going to sleep in your class" award
"i have too much talent to be stuck in your class" award
"it IS in my voice" award
"my big beautiful eyes would rather be closed" award
"i look like 50 cent, but i'm much more charming" award
"gotta get up outta here and graduate" award
"yeah, i skipped school to go to jackson" award
"my baby kept me up all last night, but i still got my work done" award
"i'm going to flirt with the substitute while you're gone" award

awards will be given to seniors tomorrow and the other kids next monday. fun times at the good ol' high.

hey, i heard from one of my seniors that the jackass who pulled me over is rude to everybody, not just me. they call him "mean nate" or something like that, and the kid said that he really lives up to his name. he didn't argue my point that one of the reasons i've been pulled over so much (4 times in less than a year!) for stupid shit (stop signs, EVERY TIME) is because i'm a yankee. he, on the other hand, has gotten out of DUIs AND speeding (110 in a 55) somehow. interesting, eh? he did let another teacher and i know where to buy the cheapest keg for the party next weekend, however. how funny is that? yep, the kids are crazy-fun-wild. love em.

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