I went to a small private religious school for 1st-8th grades. The transition to a public school after that was a little traumatic for me too.
I did the exact opposite and it was also a little traumatic! Mostly because most of the girls in my 9th grade class had gone to either the lower school and or one or two parochial schools and they all knew each other.
Also I had--through reorgs of school districts, going to a gifted program in another school, and moving before the 6th grade--gone to 6 different schools from 4th to 8th grades. Some of those moves were more traumatic than others. I think the worst was probably from 6th to 7th grade where I moved into a much larger school and got hassled walking home early in the school year. Stupid bullies.
Stupid bullies.
Oh yeah, we had those. For some reason, I got bullied by some kids one year behind me.
The worst thing was when a kid tried to trip me while I was going down the stairs on crutches.
See, this is what I meant when I said, "less sad than it sounds." No one was ever mean to me!
My family moved countries when I was 1, 4, 12, and 18. It just seems like the thing to do now. I have never had a need for the sort of security that mac must be craving right now, and my heart breaks for him and every kid that needs it.
So twitter tells me there's been another oil explosion in the Gulf?
An oil rig has exploded 80 miles off the coast of Louisiana, with 12 people overboard and one missing, the Coast Guard said Thursday morning.
Rescue attempts are underway for at least 12 people, Coast Guard spokesman John Edwards told CNN. 13 people were on board the rig total, Edwards said, noting 12 have been accounted for, but one person was missing.
The accident took place 80 miles off the coast of Louisiana on the Vermilion Oil rig 380, which is owned by Houston-based Mariner Energy.
From CNN.
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eta: My boss found something that said this is "not an active well."
My boss found something that said this is "not an active well."
That would be a blessing, if true.
I can think of a whole lot of replies to that, but none are workplace appropriate.
Or appropriate for someone else's blog! I still haven't answered.
Bullies - I got bullied a lot in elementary school. I was the only geeky smart kid in the whole county, apparently. The worst was when an older boy pushed me down the stairs. There were only three steps, but still, I had my right arm in a cast (broken when I got thrown from a horse) and I landed on that arm and jarred the healing bone. I remember bursting into tears in the doctor's office when he told me I'd have to wear the cast for another five weeks. The bone still didn't heal right. I don't think the boy even got yelled at.
Man, I fucking hated school.
I don't think the boy even got yelled at.
Figures.
These days, schools are better at combating bullying, right?
