Today was my last day of classes. Now I pretty much just have finals, but I'm not too stressed about any of them. I have my choir concert tomorrow night, which will be fun. I'm really glad I took a choir class this semester. It's been awesome. And I just might be brave enough to audition for the "big" choirs next fall. That would be so awesome. Anyway. I've also made some forays into the hearts of the 100 Hours Board writers this last week. I made them cookies and took them to their booth in the Wilk. Duchess mentioned the incident on her blog (http://duchessboard.blogspot.com/2006/04/snickerdoodles_14.html)
as did Optimistic
(http://blogtimistic.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-sixty-fifth.html).
I refuse to put in the actual links, because then they could trace them. And I don’t want them to. By not putting in links, I'm cheating the system, stickin' it to the man, flouting the rules, using too many clichés. Whatever
I just thought of a story about how I apparently have absolutely no tolerance for nonconformity. When I was in 6th grade, my class was teamed up with one of the 1st grade classes to be reading buddies. One time, we were supposed to help the smaller kids to type up stories, print them out, and then help them to illustrate them. My kid wanted to make our story about a fairy with green hair and orange eyes. I would not stand for this. I was so set against this simply could not let the 6-year-old have her way. We ended up compromising. We said that the fairy had "green" hair and "orange" eyes, but that "green" really meant golden and "orange" really meant blue in the land of fairies. I wonder what that story actually says about me. I don’t know, and I don’t feel like figuring it out.
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