In sixth grade we had to do the eggsitting assignment during home ec. I got a low C for home ec 'cause A. I was in no way interested in taking care of children and B. It was a fucking egg. What exactly was supposed to motivate me to care for an egg? I was a very self-conscious child due to bullying and I told my teacher I did not want to be seen in public carrying an egg around because everyone was looking at me weird, so I was just going to leave the egg in the car. My teacher said that if I left the egg in the car it would ~die!~ and they would look at me the same if I was carrying a real baby. Uh, no they wouldn't, and I told her so
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We have a kid where I worked who's name is Israel. Pretty much everyone calls him Izzy unless he's in Big Trouble, so it's not too terribly farfetched.
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*remembers the time Ashley said she was going to sculpt an inanimate object*
"Inami-who?"
"Like, things that aren't alive."
"YOU'RE GOING TO SCULPT A DEAD BODY?!"
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But Logic does not exist.
It's an egg, not a baby. Sheesh - this makes me glad I never had to take home ec.
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