Alright so I'm in a public library in Manhattan with only 25 minutes left on my computer usage time. I still haven't found a place to live but I did visit somewhere yesterday that was ROCKIN and I really hope I get it. I just sent 10 million emails to people on craigslist and hopefully I hear back from a couple of them within 25 minutes- because its one sessions per person per day at this biblio.
Its nice to be back in New York. I think I really do love this place. I could see myself living here long term. I'm staying in Gillian's apt tonight because I don't have anywhere else. When I went there today (to her apartment) I literally thought in my head "this is the ideal life". Really, I just love it so much. I think I'm far more Brooklyn than Manhattan.
Speaking of Brooklyn though, okay geez are some places sketchy or what. Another I place I checked out yesterday was SO hood that I considered not even going to the street- just backing up and getting right back on the subway. Does it make me racist that I was afraid that I was the only white person in sight? I think it probably does, but I was slightly terrified, what can you do. Anyway I did check the place out and it was rockin' and the girl who's room I would be taking is rockin' but I think I'd be afraid to be out of the house past 10pm. For those of you who know your B-town, I was in Bed-Stuy. I know, right?
In my remaining 21 minutes I think I'll put a little retrospect onto my last four months. Last term was the final time I'll ever live in a dorm-style residence. I was also a DON, and throughout the term whenever I was grumpy regarding donning I'd be all "oh, I can't wait to blog about this when the term is over!". Because I thought it'd be inappropriate to blog about it while the term was still on, since you should never blog about your job, as every blogger reiterates infinitely. Well, now that the term is done, though...? I really have only good things to say. I'm glad I did it, I learned a lot about myself and how I relate to people. The don dinner night out we had during the final week really was the icing on the cake. I might go so far as to say I'll miss being a don.
Also, marks are in, I totally passed this term. Yes, my average is 11% lower than last term but whatev, a pass is a pass, am I right? Or as my friend Dennis says "anything over a 60 is really just wasted effort". No truer words have ever been spoken, my man.
Well, in the 17 minutes I have left I think I'll do some more house searching. Oh NYC, you are a fickle friend!
I have moved home again, out of residence. I don't move to NY until the end of the week so here I am, spending quality time with my brothers and sisters at home. Jack, Jenny and I just went on a bike ride. They are both pretty tough kids.
Today I Jack said "If you have three wishes, and you wish for three more wishes, you have five wishes". (I was about to be like... no, Jack, add that again. Until I realized what a genious that boy really is!)
I just asked Jack to fill in the blanks. I started each sentence and his answers are in bold. I am... a person Who likes... to eat bananas! (without missing a beat, he then said "now can we go on webkinz?" ) So... he's been waiting long enough. To webkinz we go!
Edit: Other things Jack has done today
As I was tying up my shoes to go on a run, the little gaffer approached me tendatively, with a puzzled frown. Jack: Lisa, do you have a boyfriend? (Remember, we've all seen how Jack handles this conversation) Me: uh, yeah Jack, I do Jack: OOH LALA Lisa has a boyyyfriend Lisa has a boyyyfriend
Jack and I also had a really nice long talk about groups. He says in his class that Enzo, the leader of this group, won't let Lucas in the group. So apparently junior kindergarden has cliques? Anyway, he really impressed me with how reflective and thoughtful he is- he went on about how Lucas must feel to be left out, and how Enzo is not a good boss because bosses shouldn't make people feel sad. We considered maybe Jack should leave that group and join another one, but Jack said thats no good because even if he left, no matter what group he joined, Lucas wouldn't be invited. Eventually, on his own terms Jack came up with the idea to tell Enzo that he is being mean and that Jack thinks Lucas should be on the team. He's going to have this conversation at school tomorrow. Really though, weird hey? That they have to call Enzo boss and Enzo decides who gets to play in the sandbox and at play time. I'm considering getting my mom (ie, Jack's mom, ie Jack is my brother if that wasn't clear) to talk to the teacher even. Do you think? It was just such a scene from a junior high movie- talking about exclusive leaders of groups who don't let weird kids join. You go Jack!
After a dismal showing of following winter running goals (seriously, guys, I couldn't run the Feb one because my hip was finally just feeling better and it wouldn't be a good idea to train really hard on it, then I couldn't do the March one because I was in the process of getting orthotics, ie I was adjusting to a heel lift, and then I couldn't do the April one because exams), and a relocation issue, ie I will not be in Ontario this summer, I have decided to refresh my goals and look into some new races.
I've spent a good part of today researching how Disney portrays women. Its been really interesting. My curiosity was first sparked by this video:
And then I found this article. Here is a quote from it:
Disney’s first animated feature, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937), set a standard for full-length animation and established a pattern for later Disney heroines to follow. Snow White is young, virginal, pretty, sweet-natured and obedient. Domestic drudgery doesn’t faze her since she is sure that a handsome owning-class chap will, someday soon, come and save her.
Meanwhile, when faced with danger she runs away on tiny high-heeled shoes and then falls in a weeping heap. She finds a shelter in a dusty and dishevelled cottage and immediately feels compelled to clean it from top to bottom (since the owners, a group of full-grown, if quite short, miners, obviously don’t have a ‘Mother’ to clean for them).
Snow White’s one adversary is her wicked and powerful stepmother, the Queen. Like most Disney crones, the Queen is eventually destroyed. Butnot before feeding her lovely step-daughter a poisoned apple that places her in a death-like coma. Snow White is lovingly waked by her housemates who place her on a bier. But she is awakened only when Prince Charming comes and plants one on her rosy lips. Back among the living Snow White rides away with her new boyfriend, with nary a second thought for her short friends.
Interesting, right? That particular aritcle is really good- it goes through a bunch of classic Disneys. Its women waiting for a man to give them purpose. Like how Ariel trades her voice for some hot legs. Literally "shut up and be beautiful". When everything works out in the end, Ariel again ditches old Sebastian, Triton, Flouder, etc. She invests everything she is into a romantic relationship with, admittedly, a hunk. (Oh Eric- wasn't he the dreamiest?) Or how the video shows how Belle tamed the Beast. Yo, that beast was always on the urge of hurting her (though he never did) and was always abusive to his household staff etc. But its like, Belle's JOB to save him? Message to young girls: if you are pretty and sweet, and man will become a prince. Or how about how both Mulan and Pocahontas (non-fictional characters who with bravery and determination have been passed into legend) are all about Shang and John Smith? Like they're all swoony for the boy and the happy-ever aspect of both movies is that the girl gets the boy, not that the Chinese Empire is saved, or whatever.
Another good quote is from this article. (A cool blog, it does feminism Fridays)
“Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow-white, Rapunzel–all are characterized by passivity, beauty, innocence and victimization. They never think, act, initiate, confront, resist, challenge, feel, care, or question."
Anyway I do need to get studying, so I'll leave you with potential curiosity to do your own research? Let me know if you spot any good finds.
My friend Kory sends me math problems every so often, and I send him some too. Today he send 2, but the first doesn't look as fun as the second, so I'll do that one later. Kory doesn't know of this blog, because I just found his. I've sent him on a quest to internet search me down. As his prize for finding it, I give you the solution to his second question:
Question: Let's say (hypothetically) we are going out, and for your birthday I got you a pearl necklace... All well and good, untill you find out that it's fake, and I'm fake and in a heat of frustration you rip it off your neck. One third of the "pearls" fell toward you, one sixth fell on the tear soaked pillows, one half of what remained (and one half of what remained thereafter and again one half of what remained thereafter) and so on, counting six times in all, fell everywhere else. 1161 "pearls" were found to remain unscattered. How many pearls were on the necklace when I gave it too you? Hypothetically speaking of course....I mean pearls, how 870's AD. Answer: Let x be the original number of pearls If 1/3 scatter towards me, 2x/3 remain If 1/6 fall on the pillow, (5/6)*(2x/3)=(5x/9) remain
solving for x, x=2123
Am I right, Kory, or AM I RIGHT?
Sometimes Kory gives me really lame problems. This one was still pretty short but also really fun and cool and teary. Thanks KMath!
Okay so today I wrote my fourth of six exams. It was MODS 1. (Mechanics of Deformable Solids). Its a course I really enjoy but also struggle a bit with. It's weird because usually how well I do in a course is directly related to how much I like it. Never in my entire university career have I run out of time on an exam, and except for Physics in 1A, I've never even stayed to the end (unless I can't remember a specific time). I think I write fast because I either know stuff or I don't. If I know it I can go so fast, and if I don't know it then its kind of like... whatev, and I write some equations and draw and FBD and move on.
So today I ran out of time. It was open book and I just wasn't organized enough so I spent a lot of time flipping through papers etc. So, when the TA said time up, I sighed and put my pencil down. But the guy in front of my kept writing. I probably cocked my head and just watched him for a second. Then here's the conversation
Me: Hey, do you mind stopping writing? Time is up and everybody else would have liked extra time too (no response) Me (tap him on the shoulder): Seriously, its not fair Him (WHIPS his head around): Yeah well I don't think its any of your business. Because its not your position to be watching over me, thats what proctors are for. Me: Okay, cooool, well, I'm just saying- Him: Have you ever heard of the phrase mind your own business? Because clearly you haven't Me: Cool. Have you heard of cheating? Thats what its called when you keep writing when time is up
At this point the proctor overhears the curfuffle and comes and takes the guys paper. Annoying though, hey? Like yeah, wouldn't we all like to keep writing. I think if I got called out by a classmate that I was still writing after time was up I'd be embaressed, and probably sheepishly be like "heh. heh, yeah, sorry" and drop my pencil like it was 873 degrees.
Whats the point of a "100 Things About Me" post. It's to try to find 100 things about you that make you unique, or something, right? Things about you that are different from me. Well, I hate those posts. Because people just get into the tiniest details that either are not unique or are not interesting by the end. They always start with "I am a girl" or "I am a father of two" right? Then it goes onto the growing up facts like "I grew up on a sailboat" or "my family is Mormon" (lotta mormans out there it seems). We eventually get into sap stories like "I have type 2 diabetes" or "I was an orphan at the age of seven" which is sad and all, I guess, but like... what do you want me to say? Then everybody's favourite, the I'm-a-happy-creative-person list which is like "I take kickboxing" and "I can't go into a book store without buying a book". Am I right or am I right? Its interesting for a bit...but to go on for 100 points... man, I really don't care if you've always wanted a tattoo of a goldfish. Really, I doubt many people do care.
That's why I propose a shorter list. Maybe... 10-20. Don't search too long and hard to find 20, but make at least 10 to get some variety. These points don't have to make you an exceptional person, a rare human being, or a one in a million find. They just have to describe you. Here is my Anti 100 things about me list.
-Sometimes I'll go on and on about something that I don't even feel that strongly about. I only like being different. For example, I'm not hugely against all that 100 Things lists stand for. I only dislike when they wax on, forcing people to tell me how much they love leopard print. -I have 1 older brother, 3 younger brothers, 2 older sisters, 3 younger sisters. -I really enjoy conversations that help me look past my assumptions -I have a fairly optimistic outlook -I'm quite often politically apathetic. -I am in mechanical engineering (here I will mention that this does make me different from most people because there are only 6 girls in my class) -I catch myself saying "I LOVE THAT!" or "I HATE THAT!" even when I don't have strong feelings towards it either way. -I hate hate hate being awkward. I feel awkward a lot even though most people would not say I am an awkward person -I love love love secrets. I gossip quite a bit. -I really like improvisation -I like theme parties. I like themes. -I went to an all girls high school -I'm the kind of person that usually joins student council. (Or in high school, Athletic Council) -I'm only a picky eater because I get grossed out by cream-based things like mayo, sour cream, cream cheese, any salad dressing that isn't translucent, and things that smell milky. Also I don't eat seafood or any meat of ambiguous origin/preparation. -I like running and pushing myself physically -I like camping and canoing and general outdoors.
THE END See? You know now 15 things about me that you maybe didn't know before, and you didn't have to sit through several screens worth of scrolling to hear about how I was born with a club foot so I couldn't walk until I was over a year old and I had a cast. Because that doesn't really describe me NOW, right? Okay, clearly I get worked up easily. (See "about me" #1)
How ridiculous is this website? http://www.shareyourexperience.ca/
Very? I AGREE.
I mean opening sequence there. The polaroid was the icing on the cake that is to come when you enter the site. WHY does EVERYBODY have spiky hair?
Okay check this picture. No, I can't even. Its just too ridiculous. I can't pick out one specific character (caricature?) to mock first. Angsty shy orange flame pants boy? The guy with aviators and wrist sweat bands? The person of ambiguous gender with the camera? There too much to mock here, I won't ruin it for you by typing my opinions. Go at it! Have fun!
(Side note: I do think Katimavik is really cool, and I know people who have done it who had an awesome time and really felt like they helped people. This post in no way is meant to bash that volunteer experience, only the way that Katimavik is marketing this year)
Laura and I were talking yesterday about things we used to do for the kids we babysat. Here are some highlights.
1. Heimlich maneuver Laura once performed heimlich on a choking boy. They were drawing pictures of Bob the Builder characters (Sean=Scoop, Mattie=Muck, Laura or I= Lofty. How perfectly coordinated!) probably while singing the theme song on repeat mode. Mattie swallowed a red crayon, but Laur didn't want to freak Sean out so she picked Mattie, who now has a blocked air passage, up and took him to another room while Sean continued colouring. As Sean yelled out to Laura that she wasn't singing her part correctly, Mattie turned a dark shade of purple and Laura politely asked Sean to wait just a minute. Luckily she saved his life, and he is still living to this very day. When the parents came home Laura was like "oh Mattie starting choking on a crayon" and they were like "meh" and Laura was like "no really..." and they were still all "cool, thanks." I don't think they got the direness of the situation
2. Princess and Pony There were these really really rich folk that had horses and etc, and two kids named Haley and... Haley's younger brother. Lets call him Jacob. Haley always liked to play ponies- where Haley was the rich girl with all the ponies and Laura was all the ponies. There were several ponies, each with a distinct personality. Each pony also had two names: a show name and a regular name. It took a lot of focus to play with that girl. Haley used to also like to re-enact scenes from Disney classics. Haley was always the princess and Laura was always the handsome prince who had to carry her around like a damsel in distress. Haley would faint into Laura's arms, etc. Jacob was always Raja or Chip or something.
3. The Professor We both also used to babysit this girl, Olivia. Olivia is quite a character. She likes playing the Wizard of Oz where she is Dorothy, her younger sister is Toto, and I am every other character (I see a recurrence here). I had to sing all the songs. I had to harmonize. I had to dance. But Olivia's favourite game of all was "The Professor". It starts at young Olivia's home where I, her mother, have several babies (every doll in the house). Olivia is very busy with school and cannot help her mother tend to her domestic duties. I also play Olivia's best friend, Kylie, who hangs out with her after school. However, Olivia grows up and moves to university. There she falls madly in love with her professor (also played by me, but with much hesitancy). She returns home utterly smitten and her mother decides this is a good decision for her daughter, so Olivia and the Professor get married. Olivia then catches scarlet fever and romantically dies at the end of this tale with the Professor, Kyle, her mother, and 18 sisters gathered around. That girl was psycho.
I keep track of how people find my blog (don't know how to do that? Get sitemeter). There have been some really hilarious ones which I am about to list. Brianna has done this a couple times and it always makes me laugh.
A lot lot lot of people find me by searching for webkinz cheats, hand holding, speedskater apollo (is he still big?), Rosie the Riveter, cheer leading monologues, and images of Jack Jack from The Incredibles. I've also been hit a couple times by people looking for the "bitch slap Barbie from conneticut" scrubs quote, "pee twice a day", "nutmegged by a girl", "mole on back hurts", "sit beside or across table" (I feel sorry for the person who turns to the internet for advice on such topics), "all female sports medieval times", "only child personal space", and "picture of woman holding childs hand"
Theres also a lot of people looking for romantic help it seems. People have found my by searching "flirting games that involve touching or pushing", "cinnamon girl soulmate ny", "dominican soulmate", and a personal favourite "Insatiable wives" (WHO SEARCHED THAT!). In the topic of pervy searches, how about "woman flirt with teenage lifeguard" or " mennonite slut girls" or, even better yet, "a picture of a boy swimmin without his his swim trunks".
Also, let this be maybe a tutorial on how to use google? Here are some really stupid searches, where I just want to find these people and help them. And then ask why its so important to cheat the webkinz system. -how do you make cinnamon hearts on webkinz? -where can I get a 8 numbers and letters webkinz code with no webkinz -will somebody give me there webkinz username and password (their! for the love of good grammar!) -tell me somebody's password and username for webkinz and don't lie (I can totally picture some eight year old doing two finger typing, getting frustrated by finding a website where people just dish out their passwords, so s/he appends the "don't lie" part.)
Laura (my older sister) and I like to be twins. At the first year fall banquet, we took this first picture and realized that we actually look so similar!
This second picture is from last week (2nd year winter banquet). We actually dressed the same- both wearing jean skirts though you can't see that. I seem to have gotten taller! But seriously. Twins or twins?
Question for you: what feature is it that makes us so similar? I can never tell.
My 20th birthday is less than a month away. This is a really big deal because once you leave the teens there are several things you can't do: -Have crushes on people that are still in high school (bummer!) -Rhyme your age with screen, queen, bean, convene, halloween, clean, gene, lean, spleen, sheen, machine, caffeine, benzene, obscene, green, vaccine, trampoline, tangerine, submarine, velveteen (rabbit), or, worst of all, aquamarine -Giggle when your best friend tells you that your crush told her over instant messenger that he likes you -Be very active on myspace
There are several things you can do when you turn twenty: -Start making references to your reckless youth ("yeah, I guess it was a reckless decision. But whatev, right? I was like, frickin' 19") -Have crushes on people in the 25+ age group -Rhyme your age with plenty, grunty, and cognoscenti (I guess thats a fair trade. No wait, we got benzene before? Rats, what a degradation it will be in the rhyming department to be 20) -go to Tim Hortons with your youngest brother without people giving you evil "what a sinning slut" eyes because they think hes your son (well... maybe that will stop happening if I ever start to look older) -start expecting wedding invitations from friends
In the traditional "big two-oh" way, I'm asking for gifts commonly associated with the transition to adulthood: -monetary contributions to me buying a really good bike -lululemon apparel (my next purchase is the tribabe shirt, then the tribabe shorts) -surprises (like how Lin sent Laur and I some grocerygateway yesterday for exam studying ease! That is a good surprise) -homemade tasty treats -if you are my youngest 2 brothers: crafts made with love and perhaps a picture of us together -a digital camera that also does movies so I can video blog sometimes
The word prude is a funny one. Its really just comparative, too, when you think about it. Prude compared to what? At my Mennonite faith based residence, I'm kind of one of the bad girls. From my own personal choices to the choices of others that I support- I'm a wild child. A wild child? Wait, are we talking about the same Lisa? Take this wild child and place her in pretty much any other group of peers and she's among the more well mannered, or in some circles, she's the "prude". I seem to be taking on labels in recent posts, so here: taking on the label of prude.
At nationals this year I forgot my jeans because they were still hanging to dry in the laundry room. I borrowed somebody else's jeans but they were too tight to lunge (and when you're doing stairs two at a time 20 times a night, you need to be able to lunge). So, since I happened to have accidentally packed the jean skirt that I had worn to banquet the night before, and planned to go running so I brought my lulu running tights, I wore the two together for a pretty yet totally lunge-able outfit. After the show we realized that this was probably the first time anybody ever reffed in a skirt, because why would anybody make that choice unless they had nothing else? So a friend started calling me "the harlot". And it kind of became a little nickname. Another favourite nickname comes from this event, where that friend now calls me the Interlocking Whore. Of course, top of the charts was that time when I did an improv scene at a backyard BBQ party. I was in the background of the stage miming licking a popsicle or something, and I did it with such commitment that I unwittingly earned myself a week long nickname of BJ Lisa.
When you get down to it (haha) I'm actually neither a prude nor a harlot. I guess this post won't tackle the title prude as much as I thought it would. My research for a recent paper taught me that many girls don't want to go to all girls schools for fear of being labeled a prude (or a homosexual). I don't know, is that an interesting side note? I have, however, recently come to the conclusion that its maybe time to get out of the bubble of my residence and explore the real world a little more. The real world where I don't feel guilty for liberal lifestyle opinions that I've got. This is when I realized, are you ready? Really? Okay here is the conversation that was going on between me and person 1. Me: blah blah etc Person 1: blah agreed blah blah Me: etc and so on Person 1: blah blah something blah "sex" blah Person 2 who is not involved in this conversation but overheard: ewwwww sex.
People use the word "nerd" a lot these days. And they're using it in a good way, a compliment almost. On facebook, a "friend" (ie, somebody I know from high school who added me) recently posted an album called "Forensic Nerds Night" and its pictures of her and a bunch of her friends predrinking, then out at a bar. I'm not sure why this bothers me so much. I think its because I spent many many years of my youth coming to terms with that word. Accepting and finally embracing that really, when you get down to it, I'm not that cool. I am a nerd. Actually, I should probably say "I was a nerd" because now that I have an actual social life, I don't really qualify- no though, I do feel qualified because once a nerd always a nerd.
In grades 5-8 I was in "the gifted class". This, in Ontario (and more specifically, in my particular school board, which I guess had the finances to really get going on this program) means that all the grade fours who, through psychiatric assessment, have a high enough IQ to get be "identified exceptional: gifted" leave their home schools and go to this one school to be in a class together and be "taught differently" or challenged or something. It starts in grade 3- all third graders take a big huge test and if you score high enough on that, then in grade 4 you leave your classroom twice a week to go to "the challenge program" where you do logic puzzles and extra projects. Anyway though, the "gifted school" happened to be housed at my home school. So whereas in grade five everybody else in my class was new (they'd come from 10 or so schools nearby), I still had old friends in the "regular program". It really isn't a smart idea to label 25 kids as gifted and expect the rest of the school to be okay with that. So from grades 5-8 life was, um, yup pretty much terrible. The "regulars" called us "the gifties" and made fun of everything from our hair cuts to our running shoes to the whiteness of our teeth. It was worse for the girls, I think. Giftie guys and Regular guys just didn't interact, but Regular girls would hunt down the Giftie girls to tease them in the washrooms, hallways, recess fields, etc. I usually played soccer with the boys during recess, so I feel I lucked out and didn't have to face as much as my female peers. Every month or so though, we'd have "Integration" (seriously, it was called integration) where they'd give us some stupid task like "make a roller coaster for a marble with this half-pipe tubing" or "create a new country- create a flag, an anthem, and what laws you think they country should follow" and put us into groups of 3-4. However, since there was only 1 gifted class and 3 regular classes, the groups ended up being one gifted kid and 3 regulars. The regulars would team up and say "okay giftie, you're the smart one, you do it all". And we would. We would do the entire task. We never really stood up for ourselves, and I'm not sure why. Never mind that any idiot could complete the project. It was just silly. We got pushed around so badly. They called us nerds, brainers, geek, dorks, etc etc etc. Life was less than amazing.
I went to an all girls high school. Catholic. Uniforms. Nun's convent next door. You name it. The school had a really strong emphasis on academics. I have to pay for my own university so I worked at a toy store every Friday night (4-9:30) and Saturday (1-6:30). I usually ended up babysitting some family or another Saturday nights. You could say I didn't go out much, and you'd be accurate. I studied a lot. I had plenty of friends- but we'd all just study all the time. Luckily, somehow along the way, I garnered a tonne of self confidence and this bunch of studyholics was kind of (I'm obviously biased) but kind of the cool group. There were a couple non-rigidly formed cliques at school- the stupid but known partiers, the stupid "nobody knows your name" partier verging on sluts, the more academically focused partiers, the smart "involved in school" girls, the smart "nobody knows your name" girls, the stupid "nobody knows your name" girls, the teacher crushers (like, they have a crush on their teachers), the wanna be involved girls (who tried but never got elected for student council), etc. I'd call my group the smart "involved in school" girls though I crossed the bridge and hung out with the academically focused partiers every so often. And the smart "nobody knows your name" girls when I wanted to do particularly well on a group lab. [Actually, by grade 12, all the algebra/physics/calc takers knew each other really well, and cool and uncool alike were friends].
So this "friend" on facebook was one of the stupid "nobody knows your name" sluts. Nobody liked these guys, not even the other stupid girls. And again, they'd call us nerds. And it'd be like, "whatev" because I guess we were mature enough at this point to realize that those girls will not meet with success. Oh right, but now its suddenly cool to want to make it somewhere in life. It's suddenly okay to be driven. It's suddenly in to be a nerd. Whatever, forensic girl. Thats an easy program to get into, anyway, at your school. You don't even need grade 12 calc. You've never been smart, you're not smart now, and you are not a nerd. You can't just start using terms once they become cool!
This post become much longer and more bitter than I intended. I guess I have a lot to say on the subject.
The frequency of posts has been lower these past few days because I've started getting busy with exams. Hurtin' Here though, is a paper I wrote for my women's studies course. Its the first paper I have written since graduating high school and other than technical reports, its probably the longest thing I've ever written. I'm rather proud! If you're interested, here it is: http://www.sendspace.com/file/qvry55 It basically is about why single-sex schools are better than co-ed.
Everybody has lied about their age to get into a movie, right? The (first?) time I did was to see the movie: Crazy/Beautiful with Kirsten Dunst. Rated 14A. My friends and I, grade eights, decided it looked like a good movie. But we were 12 and 13. So as we stood in line we talked about exams. We figured only high school students have exams. Clever one, girls! It worked, and I remember there was a scene where Kirsten and were going to have sex, and her house was super richie so it had like a whole wall of windows and said he wasn't comfortable with that so Kirsten put up sheet curtains. I just remember thinking that this was as bad-ass as life got. Watching movies where characters have sex. Bad. Ass. My friend, J, in my class told me his "first sneak" story. I forget what movie he said it was... but it was something that we both now considered very appropriate. But you know, when you're 13 everything seems scandalous. The ticket seller asked them what grade they were in, which was 9 so potentially they could have been 14. She then asked them what month their birthday was in. J was like "September. I MEAN FEBRUARY." She sold them tickets probably because its easier than calling security. J said he was definitely in a sweat. All his friends went through the other line where they weren't questioned, and had been waiting on the other side of whatever barrier was in place. I can just picture a little sweaty thirteen year old boy with a quivering voice just hoping he can get in to see the 7-years-ago equivalent of Blades of Glory. (side note: that movie looks TERRIFIC)
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