
Freehold DM |
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Some days, I could be replaced with a foam-rubber finger.
"When's this essay due?" points halfway down page
"What's the assignment?" points to writing on board
"When does this class get out?" points to schedule posted by clock
I really, really want to see a .8 scint-sized foam rubber finger wearing your clothes and teaching class. I wonder how long it will be before the kids figure it out.

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Today I had to break up a heated argument between two of my Kindergarteners at lunch over whether or not "boys can marry boys".
Not having the gal who assists in our classroom at lunch and recess break it up instead of me was my first mistake.
My *second*, bigger mistake was, when one of the boys asked me flat-out, "Ms. Lisa, can boys marry boys or not," I answered, "Yes, that's the law in our country" BEFORE I remembered that his family belongs to a super-conservative church (he's the one who can only eat "God-made food"), and so his first response was to say, "Well, my mom says they can't!"
So now I'm cringing as I wait for the angry email from his mom.

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Today I had to break up a heated argument between two of my Kindergarteners at lunch over whether or not "boys can marry boys".
Not having the gal who assists in our classroom at lunch and recess break it up instead of me was my first mistake.
My *second*, bigger mistake was, when one of the boys asked me flat-out, "Ms. Lisa, can boys marry boys or not," I answered, "Yes, that's the law in our country" BEFORE I remembered that his family belongs to a super-conservative church (he's the one who can only eat "God-made food"), and so his first response was to say, "Well, my mom says they can't!"
So now I'm cringing as I wait for the angry email from his mom.
Damn! I'm sorry, lisamarlene, that is a difficult situation. If it helps, you handled it exactly as I would have.

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Today I had to break up a heated argument between two of my Kindergarteners at lunch over whether or not "boys can marry boys".
Not having the gal who assists in our classroom at lunch and recess break it up instead of me was my first mistake.
My *second*, bigger mistake was, when one of the boys asked me flat-out, "Ms. Lisa, can boys marry boys or not," I answered, "Yes, that's the law in our country" BEFORE I remembered that his family belongs to a super-conservative church (he's the one who can only eat "God-made food"), and so his first response was to say, "Well, my mom says they can't!"
So now I'm cringing as I wait for the angry email from his mom.
Well, you were quoting the law as per the constitution, so it's not a wrong answer. Though you might have wanted to add a disclaimer, whether your family and friends think it's a good idea is an entirely different story.
That might be a bit deep for kindergarten though.

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Random ramble:
Philippinos have a stew made out of green beans, stir fried pork belly and some small leafed vegetable I don't recognize the name off, but boy is it so good for a rainy day=)
Mind you I don't take all Filipino cuisine because they're very fond of adding vinegar and I don't do sour well.

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The greatest horse name ever named.
You'll just have to read the post to find the name. :-)

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Today I had to break up a heated argument between two of my Kindergarteners at lunch over whether or not "boys can marry boys".
Not having the gal who assists in our classroom at lunch and recess break it up instead of me was my first mistake.
My *second*, bigger mistake was, when one of the boys asked me flat-out, "Ms. Lisa, can boys marry boys or not," I answered, "Yes, that's the law in our country" BEFORE I remembered that his family belongs to a super-conservative church (he's the one who can only eat "God-made food"), and so his first response was to say, "Well, my mom says they can't!"
So now I'm cringing as I wait for the angry email from his mom.
As a religious individual, those types of moms make me want to yak. You didn't say whether they should, you answered a direct question as to whether or not you can.
But then again, when I was a teacher, I got in trouble for answering "I don't believe so" about the Santa question when a kid asked me point blank "but what do YOU think" after I kept saying "I think you should ask your parents", and I thought that was f@$&ing ridiculous. My job was to educate, not shelter.
If she wants to shelter her kids, she can pay the money to shove them in a private school. Until then, your job is to teach the truth. The truth is, they have every legal right to do so. Morality is not the question. I don't know how your principal reacts to angry parents, but frankly, she doesn't sound like she's worth the eggshells you're walking on.
But then, my usual response to the easily offended is to purposefully try and offend them more.

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Today I had to break up a heated argument between two of my Kindergarteners at lunch over whether or not "boys can marry boys".
Not having the gal who assists in our classroom at lunch and recess break it up instead of me was my first mistake.
My *second*, bigger mistake was, when one of the boys asked me flat-out, "Ms. Lisa, can boys marry boys or not," I answered, "Yes, that's the law in our country" BEFORE I remembered that his family belongs to a super-conservative church (he's the one who can only eat "God-made food"), and so his first response was to say, "Well, my mom says they can't!"
So now I'm cringing as I wait for the angry email from his mom.
All the different retorts i thought of for her are why i shouldn't get into teaching or move to Texas.

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Eww! I'm not a fan of sour and bitter food, or anything too spicy. Otherwise, everything else goes! Om Nom Nom Nom Nom!
Though I still do have SOME sour tolerance, sufficient for ministrone, oranges or Tom yam(though it's the spiciness that actually gets me).
I would rather take salad without dressing then with vinegar.

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I don't want to jinx it, but WW may have a job at last.
He had an interview this morning with the owner of a restaurant chain he met through a mutual friend. Allegedly the guy is going to email him an offer for day manager, guaranteed 30-40 hours a week, only one evening or weekend day a week. The salary won't be great, but it will be *enough* to get us by until he can get something better, and he can still drive Lyft early in the mornings, so he can keep the Lyft car to use for his commutes. And tomorrow he's working for an aikido buddy who's a GC, cash under the table, so at least we'll have grocery money until my next payday. Things have been a little scary.
*Crosses fingers for WW to get the job*
Hope everything goes you and your families way LM.
And...
If this get to bleak, please don't be afraid to ask for a helping hand. We FaWtLers are usually a help full bunch, and I don't think we afraid to turn out our pocket if its needed.
Hi, everyone!
*waves to John*
It looks like they followed thru on inclusive paladins for PF2, I am pleasantly surprised and intrigued.
It was the way the winds been blowing, gaming-mechanics philosophy wise, for quite some time now.
Just need to know how they plan on extricating Alignment from the game now ^^'...I'm still waking up at unholy hours and getting pissed about it. I suppose it's convenient to catch morning runs with, if I were so inclined, but I'm not running till the sun comes up. And I still have work today.
*Offers Kitty cuddles*
Wish I could prepare a really heavy meal for you when you got back from work…
That, your running, and maybe a big glass of liquor before bed basket-time ought to be able to knock you out!
Today I had to break up a heated argument between two of my Kindergarteners at lunch over whether or not "boys can marry boys".
Not having the gal who assists in our classroom at lunch and recess break it up instead of me was my first mistake.
My *second*, bigger mistake was, when one of the boys asked me flat-out, "Ms. Lisa, can boys marry boys or not," I answered, "Yes, that's the law in our country" BEFORE I remembered that his family belongs to a super-conservative church (he's the one who can only eat "God-made food"), and so his first response was to say, "Well, my mom says they can't!"
So now I'm cringing as I wait for the angry email from his mom.
Yea, while it is a bit of a hot potato and I don't envy you having to handle a possibly annoyed conservative mom…You did allright LM.
I do believe that Mort's got the proper angle on it though.There's the law(s) of the land (which you cited), then there's moral and ethical philosophical considerations (Might be a little heavy for kindergarteners, but introducing them to the difference is probably sensible) and finally there's personal beliefs (which the kid cited).
The greatest horse name ever named.
You'll just have to read the post to find the name. :-)
Well…Princess Diva Plops
So she's a prancing, uptight s!*+ting machine?Yea sounds legit…I've handled horses like that ^^'

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He got the offer! 40 hours guaranteed, Friday nights and Sundays always free. and he can start as early as tomorrow if he wants to.
Now I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping he doesn't turn it down, or do something appallingly stupid, because he's already being an Eeyore about the commute and having to leave the house before the kids wake up.

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He got the offer! 40 hours guaranteed, Friday nights and Sundays always free. and he can start as early as tomorrow if he wants to.
Now I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping he doesn't turn it down, or do something appallingly stupid, because he's already being an Eeyore about the commute and having to leave the house before the kids wake up.
Woot! Well, floor manager of a chain restaurant isn't exactly a wonderful job, but it's his first 40-hour-a-week job in... HOW many years?
If he can suck it up for a year or so, it'll open up all kinds of jobs that aren't quite so malodorous!
Or he can just commute to Wisconsin and work for CY!

lisamarlene |
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He said yes and I talked him into starting tomorrow.
It's a local franchise, only two storefronts. Not standard chain. And, unlike California, they actually pay an hourly wage that is almost human.
And he came home from a day of construction today and handed me cash for groceries. Since we're hosting Thanksgiving for his mom and his uncle, at least now I know I can buy a damned turkey.
Oh, here's a crazy thing:
My husband's sister's husband's sister's husband just won election to the Vermont statehouse. It's a district so tiny, 6504 votes were cast *total*. And their first baby is due any day. Which is weird to me, because I've known her since she was a twelve-year-old babygoth punk. (Now she's an RN and volunteers medical services part of every year in an ashram for battered women in India.)

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This one is from yesterday. It made me both sad and angry. It makes me want to quit my job and become a wilderness guide in some part of the world I can't pronounce and have never previously known existed.
Quick background: Daylight Savings Time changes on some of our remote users' computers causes a slight issue...if the time doesn't automatically update correctly on the computer, then they can't log in to our systems because the security codes are time-stamped. To fix it I just have to force the computer to update with time.nist.gov or time.windows.com. No big deal (it's a button push on the computer). But first I have to see if the computer has the wrong time in the first place...
Me: So, what time zone are you in?
User: Mountain.
Me: Ok, so it looks like the computer is an hour off. It's 12:51 here, so it should be 11:51 where you are.
User: No, it's 10:51.
Me: The computer says it's 10:51, but you just said you were in Mountain Time, and that's an hour behind me. It's 12:51 here.
User: Ok! (This is a BRIGHT AND CHEERY "Ok!")
Me: ... Wait...so you're definitely saying it's absolutely 10:51 there?
User: Yep!
Me: ...Are...are you in Arizona or some other location that does strange things with Daylight Savings Time changes?
User: No, I'm in California.
Me: ...So you're on Pacific Time.
User: Ok!
Me: So that means your issue has nothing to do with the time being off, because it's not off.
User: Ok!
Me: Just try logging in again...
User: Hey! It worked! You are AMAZING!
No...I did nothing...other than point out that you don't know what time zone you live in...
god that was horrible to read. Took me back to my Walmart days.

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Tried wafu dressing yet, Vidmaster7?
Also, I'm a cat of all works.. Would you believe me and another colleague of mine are in charge of organizing a safety poster competition?
And I'll tell you I have no sense of art. Me not arty fatty type and can't draw for nuts.

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Fun fact - I haven't read any Lovecraft. My knowledge of Eldritch horrors comes from Dark Souls and Bloodborne.
But.. Vidmaster7, you're such a cheerful person! What attracted you to Lovecraft? Was it the tentacles?

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Lol! no not the tentacles (honestly I don't remember there being THAT many tentacles in the short stories.)
So I don't usually do horror. I'm hard to scare anyways like most things that try I just find annoying.
I actually read it because of gaming. I had seen the RPG stuff plus I really enjoyed the game Eternal Darkness for N64. It came down to wanting to know what it was really all about. Plus I wanted to run a game the more I learned about it so I read the books to really enforce my Gamer knowledge.
Most of the things I read and do spring as a web of gaming and being cast outward to gain a sampling of as much as I can.