Somewhere in the muddled mind of youth, where I meandered from day to day clutching a withered hand-me-down school bag and wore white Oxford shoes…
Ramblings while on a slow suburban death.
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A construction crew of Americans doing a project in Africa run into problems when its bulldozer encounters an immoveable object. The crew attempt to move…
The recent weekend George Washington High School reunion picnic brought out memories of my own time wandering those dark and cold class hallways, where I snuck away from my last class to sit on the football bleachers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4zftlf3OR0
When Glenn suffers, we all do.
In honor of my sister’s birthday, today’s monster great is really a character-turned-creepy Sssssnake-man from the film “Sssssss”.
(Nice nuns from the film “The Sound of Music”)
I suppose there are some teachers out there who realize that, in the throes of their venomous behavior, there might be a student or two who might grow up to write about them. I do not think this occurred to Miss C, who was my grammar and junior high school instructor.
I believe that my true talent was in button mashing. The people who were around me, however, were bloody fantastic.