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I've been a teacher for 32 years, and I still have school dreams. Not about teaching, but attending.

School being so traumatic people have anxiety dreams about it for life sure doesn't seem uh. Normal

i wish birds brought ME presents

When I was in high school, back in the late 1970's, my friends and I would take the bus home each day. We were the typical D&D nerds, with all that and the late 70's implies. We would mess around on the bus, having fun and causing irritation to the rich kids who couldn't drive to school because they were either too young or had their license revoked (There were a surprising number of the latter. )

After we messed around enough, the richies would chide us for acting oddly. They would call us names. So we ran with it. A sample:

My friends and I up to our usual nonsense. Rich kid points at me accusingly: "You're strange!"

Me, pointing to my friend: "No, I'm Weird. He's Strange!"

My friend pointing to his brother: "Yes! I'm Strange, and this is my brother Maladjusted!"

There were up to a dozen of us, all sporting odd monikers, just to further annoy the straights. We'd all introduce ourselves, and bring the level of irritation to a crescendo. It was great fun.

They really hate being called 'weird,' huh?

Having worked food service for a lot of years, I was on tenterhooks the entire time...

Cameriere al top!!

Exactly.

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I was 36. I'd been married for 9 1/2 years at that point.

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