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That Weird In-Between Point

That weird in-between point in a relationship where you’ve been dating for a while but not that long so you don’t always necessarily get invited with a “plus 1” to friends’ weddings, and so he has a wedding to go to and he’s super bummed he can’t bring you but you reassure him that he will definitely still have fun and he should totally dance with other girls, but if he actually does dance with another girl you will cut his face.

No, just kidding.

You’ll cut her face.

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Are We Racist?

On Friday, our 4th grade class had “book buddies” with a 1st grade class (it’s exactly how it sounds– 1st and 4th graders are paired up, and they read books together). It was our first book buddy session, so we, the teachers, had to assign the partnerships for the year.

The 1st grade teacher immediately told us that one of her students spoke Spanish and almost no English, and we agreed that it’d be great to partner him with a Spanish-speaking 4th grader, to make him feel more comfortable. So we did.

Then we thought “Oh, WE have a Japanese-speaking 4th grader– do you have any 1st graders who speak Japanese?” And she did, so we paired them together and then watched delightedly as they conversed in both English and Japanese.

“How lovely! We’re great!” we thought.

But then, as we looked around the room and saw Asians paired with Asians, Hispanics paired with Hispanics, and Pacific Islanders/Other paired with other Pacific Islanders/Other….we thought, “Oh, fuck– are we racist?”

Nah. Our intentions were good.

I’ll admit we were toeing the line when we yelled “Hey, you two Jews! Go find a book about money and read together.”

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Daughter’s Day!

Apparently today is Daughter’s Day. I am certain I haven’t heard from my mother yet because she is planning some awesome, ridiculous, elaborate surprise for me at some point before midnight. The alternative is that she has no damn idea this day exists, but will deposit money in my bank account once she realizes she blew it.  Because really, that’s the LEAST she can do.

Win-win!

Today is my favorite day.

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A Lesson In Self Acceptance

When I was 15 years old, I got a nose job.

Why, you ask, would I purposely subject myself to surgery and extreme pain simply to look better?

Because my insecure, self-conscious teenage self hated my oversized nose, and I truly believed that most people in this world judge by appearances. Now that I’m older, wiser, and have had a myriad of experiences with all kinds of people, I obviously see the major flaw in that kind of naive thinking.

Most people do NOT judge by appearances.

ALL people do.

Thank god I got that shit fixed.

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