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Ugh... disgusting. I just can't stand the homosexually-challenged. EDIT: The male homosexually challenged.

I said it before, and I'll say it again. I get a chubby for Audi.

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Haha, maybe GM will write WAGON and COUPE in giant letters on the side panels a la GMT900 Hybrids :AH-HA_wink:

Wow, I was like, "What is he complaining about?! Then I scrolled right... Good luck!

Suburbs. I hate the city. I hate the country. I need grass, quiet, and gardens, but I want to be able to access stores without driving an hour.

Happy Birthday!

Let me clear this up for you Ocn: 1) A little spanking is fun. 2) A bit of heavy drinking is fun. 3) Other types of getting whacked are fun (not including death). 4) Even weed-whacking is fun. I'm only planning 3 of the above.

You're telling me. The day I taught the irregular verb "to have", they all went to Italian/American dictionaries and looked up "penis" and "vagina".

That looks much better IMO. Honestly, bump the power in the V6, revamp the interior completely, and with the cool features it offers, I think they'll pick up sales.

Thanks Chris. I hope so too!! I'm going to try and get whacked in about a week--we'll see what happens! :AH-HA_wink:

No no no... No LaSalle... that's the Spanish teacher's last name... last thing I want to hear is my perverted 14 year olds saying is "Mr. G rides a LaSalle."

I'm such an ass too, because I'm sitting here saying, "Wow, there's so much room to the left of the engine. You could throw an engine twice as big in there." I'm tired. :AH-HA_wink:

Here's my beef with Alfa: I LOVE their designs. Hate their grilles.

Thanks ocn :AH-HA_wink:

Not exactly, I'm taking 5 classes this summer... hence the blowing my car deposit on tuition.

Thanks for your words 66Stang. It's rough... this generation doesn't want to work at all. They want everything handed to them, and their parents are supporting that. Administration is being as militant as possible--they did away with a tradition this year: The last day of school, which is a shortened day with no kids, we were allowed to bring family in. They stopped that as they saw it a financial liability. They look at everything as numbers, with no heart at all. I can't understand how you could go into a profession dealing with the next generation, and show them no heart. A student handed me a letter she wrote to say goodbye. I was so touched... she snuck it in my briefcase during my prep, and it basically said this year was amazing for her, and she's going to push herself as hard as she can next year in honors to make me proud. It's something like that, where I can hopefully help someone to strive for something bigger and better, and make them take an interest in something important to me, that reminds me why I do this. Another student frustrated me (and my God, he did because he knew exactly how to push my buttons), I looked at him and said, "Wow... you are exactly like the little annoying brother I never had. Too bad I can't beat you up." He laughed, but he was a kid that went home and emailed me articles about things going on in Italy that he found online, and did extra assignments because he was so interested in learning the language. That's another thing that made my year worthwhile. And finally, this one student who gave me grief all year long by not doing a stitch of homework, not paying attention and talking in class, and usually had his back to me when I was speaking, (yet all the while got awesome test grades), wrote me a note (he was friends with the first girl), that said, "Dear Mr. G. I know I drove you crazy this year, but you really were my favorite teacher. I think I did better in your class than I did in all others. I'm going to miss you." Honestly, even in the most stressful times at work, these little things really helped me out. It is so nice to have a reminder of why I became a teacher. So, when my principal tells me to do something I already did, or doesn't recognize any of the hard work I'm doing or the extra hours I put in after he goes home when running clubs, I have to keep reminding myself, I'm not doing it for him.

This isn't senoritis... I have my masters. This is I-don't-want-to-get-certified-in-Spanish-because-I-don't-want-to-teach-it-itis.

Thanks.. I realize that things are better than they were years ago, and they'll be better in future years... I'm just wondering when is it going to settle down in my life? I've worked so hard, and it just seems like I get no break. Uh, we're VERY careful about that nowadays... to the point where I have an OCD thing where I have to check my fly before I open the door of the house. Could you imagine? I work with 13/14 year olds. How would it look if my doodle was present?

I'm trying to, believe me. But things like my mother are constantly in my face. I'm letting the topic go, but one day I'm going to have a boyfriend, and the $h! is going to hit the fan. I only have 1.5 weeks left to deal with my principal... and only one more year til tenure. My observations and year-end evaluations are flawless, I just need to do everything perfectly one more year.

So, I'm EXTREMELY stressed at work, and have been for a couple of months now. I feel as though I'm being harassed by my new principal, and being untenured, the union is too chicken $h! to do anything about it. My mom is positive I can change my sexual preference. It's just a matter of following God's words. My grandmother has been in the hospital for 2 weeks now, and it's very touch and go, although it looks like she'll get better, but she's not allowed to live on her own anymore. Men on Long Island are very frustrating. I'm tired of game-playing, and I'm sick of the lack of monogamy. I love having people tell me they want a monogamous relationship, but open as well. Money is tight, because I need a new car, yet every time I save a few grand up for a nice down payment, it's time to pay for tuition. In the long run I know it's better, because my salary goes up every 15 credits (albeit not equal to the amount of money I spend on tuition, but again, in the long run it's better). I want to move over the summer instead of mid October when my lease is up, but my complex won't work with me, and I'd end up paying the lease in full if I decided to leave end of August, plus a penalty, in addition to losing my deposit.

Ah, not a fan of 25.

Actually, yes. Students in 8th grade. They also said Canada was a state. :AH-HA_wink:

"Mr. Humphries, are you available to take an inside leg?" "I'm free!"

Uffa! Sorry to hear! Glad to hear you're okay though. Where was this?