Honestly -- and bear in mind that I'm not a teacher -- I think that 14- to 16-year-olds who react with glee upon hearing that an administrator/somewhat draconian dean/principal was going to be out for the day are just acting like normal 14- to -16-year-olds.
Yeah. In middle school (the last time we had that sort of assembly) if someone had said the principal was out we would have cheered and thought it was funny as hell. And he was a good guy, most people like him.
In our next class the teachers would have scolded us and we all would have rolled our eyes and given that mumbled group apology thing. We probably would have forgotten all about it until the scolding, actually.
My brother boos frequently. Mostly when he gets bad news from someone or if he doesn't approve of a plan or course of action. It's actually become his thing to boo at people. And, I have to admit, it's contagious. Both my sister, her best friend, and I boo at things we don't like. Like, "Aimee, you have to work overtime." "BOOO!"
Sean, I'm sorry you're having a very bad day.
Would it be utterly creepy and ooky to get a real human vertebra?
NO! I think it would be extremely cool.
Why does my honey love me? Because I am defending the use of comic books in the classroom as a legitimate and useful tool in promoting literacy and language arts.
When I was at Trivia this weekend, I gave DH's boss' wife some Buffy comics. Seams she is a Buffy fan. She liked them, even having never read a comic in her life. I'm going to loan her the rest of mine. And let her read Vampire People.
She's pretty cool and drives a ZAMBONI for her sons' hockey league.
Would it be utterly creepy and ooky to get a real human vertebra?
NO! I think it would be extremely cool.
I'm leaning toward getting a cast vertebra, because I can't stop thinking about, with a real human vertebra, I'd always wonder about the person it came from. And not the whimsied kind of wondering, or even plain old bemused wondering -- I mean more like will-I-be-haunted-by-the-person-this-BONE-came-from kind of wondering.
Why does my honey love me? Because I am defending the use of comic books in the classroom as a legitimate and useful tool in promoting literacy and language arts.
Oh oh! That means he loves me, too! I'm constantly defending my use of comics out at juvie hall as legitimate reading. I've gotten kids hooked on Y the Last Man, Runaways, and Powers! Rock!
And not the whimsied kind of wondering, or even plain old bemused wondering -- I mean more like will-I-be-haunted-by-the-person-this-BONE-came-from kind of wondering.
The real human bones that particular store has for sale are (IIRC) from people who donated their remains to science. So no, you shouldn't have to worry about being haunted by them. (Yes, I have researched this stuff. Hello, I'm the resident gothy hedgewitch. I think I'm contractually bound to know about this sort of thing.)
