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I just finished playing The Bureaucracy Game, in which I make pitiful pleas for money. The remainder of my plea, seeing as I'll still squeek under the wire as a minor when next semester starts, requires the co-operation of my mother (which, I suppose, means we'll be calling a truce in WWIII sometime later this evening. I hope.) At any rate, my brain is in a tizzy right now. Not to mention how depressing it is.
Form: How much money do you have?
Jamie: Well, uh, ya see, I had these bills to pay, and, uh.... none.
Form: Really? None at all? How about savings?
Jamie: nope.
Form: No savings? Well, how about bonds?
Jamie: Nope, none of them, either.
Form: Hmm. That is quite a pickle. How about... monetary gifts! Surely, someone must've given you a monetary gift!
Jamie: Well, uh, my dad left me a really good tip the other day, so....
It went on like that for awhile, before I finally reached the end of the embarassment. No, I really don't have any money. I suppose flying the nest at 17 will do that.
On a completely unrelated tpoic, I found out last night that one of my students was picking on another karate student at school, to the point of a fistfight yesterday. Well, 'my' student is a bit loose: I taught her when she was a white belt, probably a year and a half ago. And 'fist fight' means whatever sort of physical confrontation 8-year-olds get into.
BUT STILL! It's the principle. My Sensei is some kinda pissed off about it all, and so am I. I teach my kids far better than that. It looks like my sensei is going to 'suspend' her from the club and make her write a paper, mainly just to scare the crap out of her. As for me, I'm really disappointed.
I was playing online with Matta today. She had this stuffed animal she was carrying around on a leash. I didn't think much of it when she told me she had to feed it and play with it everysingleday or else it would DIE, seeing as it's Mattia we're talking about, and I love the kid, but I just can't stay on top of all the theories she comes up with. When she loaded a webpage, however, where you actually do have to feed your stuffed animal - or, something - I was thoroughly creeped out. Seriously. What the hell?
And the thing itself was creepy. That needs to be said. It had these huge bulging eyes (due to which she had aptly named it "Brown Eyes").
Form: How much money do you have?
Jamie: Well, uh, ya see, I had these bills to pay, and, uh.... none.
Form: Really? None at all? How about savings?
Jamie: nope.
Form: No savings? Well, how about bonds?
Jamie: Nope, none of them, either.
Form: Hmm. That is quite a pickle. How about... monetary gifts! Surely, someone must've given you a monetary gift!
Jamie: Well, uh, my dad left me a really good tip the other day, so....
It went on like that for awhile, before I finally reached the end of the embarassment. No, I really don't have any money. I suppose flying the nest at 17 will do that.
On a completely unrelated tpoic, I found out last night that one of my students was picking on another karate student at school, to the point of a fistfight yesterday. Well, 'my' student is a bit loose: I taught her when she was a white belt, probably a year and a half ago. And 'fist fight' means whatever sort of physical confrontation 8-year-olds get into.
BUT STILL! It's the principle. My Sensei is some kinda pissed off about it all, and so am I. I teach my kids far better than that. It looks like my sensei is going to 'suspend' her from the club and make her write a paper, mainly just to scare the crap out of her. As for me, I'm really disappointed.
I was playing online with Matta today. She had this stuffed animal she was carrying around on a leash. I didn't think much of it when she told me she had to feed it and play with it everysingleday or else it would DIE, seeing as it's Mattia we're talking about, and I love the kid, but I just can't stay on top of all the theories she comes up with. When she loaded a webpage, however, where you actually do have to feed your stuffed animal - or, something - I was thoroughly creeped out. Seriously. What the hell?
And the thing itself was creepy. That needs to be said. It had these huge bulging eyes (due to which she had aptly named it "Brown Eyes").