I'm being selfish, clearly.

I am an obsessive blogger. I seriously check the blogs that I love EVERY SINGLE DAY to see if they've updated, and it's terribly sad when they haven't but on the other hand makes my freakin' day when they have.

And it's been brought to my attention that I have not updated in a week, AND THE PEOPLE NEED THEIR INSIGHT ON MY LIFE. (Says my mom) So, let me apologize for keeping you waiting, as someone who only gets happiness from the dozen donut holes I get from Shipleys in the morning, I want to make peoples dreams come true.


Few things have happened recently.

Lets start with a star of this blog-- Front Row Junkie.

Today, we were discussing how Gifted and Talented programs in elementary school could create issues because not all kids are accepted and that makes these little whiney douches sad.

One girl raises her hand to comment that her FIANCE was in G&T in elementary school, and that sometimes she feels like he acts like he is better than her and rubs in it her face that HE is infact gifted and oh-so-talented.


Okay. Are you dating a 5th grader, ugly shirt/vest combo girl? If not, then you need to karate chop your so called fiance right in the neck. If you are feeling inferior to someone who holds on to the glory days of ELEMENTARY school, then you need to watch some freakin' Tyra Banks and get your groove back, Stella. Who the hell cares if someone thought you were talented in elementary school. Or gifted. Who cares.

(Can you tell who wasn't invited into the GT program? Heh, heh) BUT FOR REAL. I had better things to do like pinching this one girl all the time, and trying to get to her say any word that had the letter V in it because she pronounced it with a W and I thought it was my duty to America's classroom to torture her until she said it right.

Which she never did, FYI.

Sorry girl. My bad. I'm sure you are werry, werry successful now and probably got waledictorian of your highschool and maybe one day you can be Wice President of America.



I know, going to Hell. I know.

Anyway- in the midst of this GT conversation many people are sharing their opinions on it and whether or not its a good thing and ALL OF A SUDDEN FRJ YELLS OUT:

CAN WE ALL GIVE A HAND TO THE SPECIAL ED KIDS WHO GOT 100's ON THEIR MIDTERMS?!?!?!

The whole class went silent.

What?

:Whispers: :Giggles: :Blank stares:

And my teacher, bless his heart, turns to her and is like, um... what?
And she goes on to explain that she has been special ed since second grade.


IT ALL MAKES SENSE TO ME NOWWW!!!

But then this girl about 4 rows behind her gets in an argument with her about whether or not she's really special ed, and why she was mainstreamed through school and yadda yadda yadda.

The whole class was very uneasy, and laughing by this point-- like, if FRJ wants to proclaim shes special ed, then fine. Who would lie about that? Right?

But the conversation dies down, and my teacher makes us give her a round of applause for getting good grades.. or something..

I didn't clap.

No one claps for me when I do well. So no hand slaps for her. Not from me.

You're annoying, FRJ.

Well then I get home and a few hours later I see that I have an email from this lovely classmate:

I'm sure we all get lots of emails. I'm sending this one just in case I hurt someones feelings.

"I don't know the name of the pretty girl that sits behind me near the front but I surely am proud for her and her completion of the teachers test. It's a real big deal and a great accomplishment. I hope no one took offense to my shout out to special ed and my mid-term grade. I meant no disrespect by it and didn't want it to come off as a retaliation to a remark. I love our class and the many multifaceted perspective we each bring to the room. I love how we were able to use these comments to generate questions. I loved the baby pictures we got to see. Thanks for reading and thanks for being such an open-minded eclectic class."


Insightful! Interesting! Informative!

As if I don't get enough personal enjoyment from hearing you in class, now you're emailing me. That is about as awesome as chicken pox!

Thanks love! Lets do lunch.


I suppose she isn't talking to me as a part of "open-minded eclectic class."




I'm sorry, but you can't fix stupid.