"a Dixon Ticonderoga pencil (number 2, the only kind that mattered)."
YOU are my soul mate. I am a pencil nerd.
This was a super column, and made me think of the time in the 6th grade when some girl named Mona from the projects called me a "doofus bitch." I had no idea what that meant so I started crying.😂 🤦♀️
It would be very interesting to learn what happened to your bully. And his behavior speaks volumes about the environment he had to endure.
Yeah, I don't know what happened to the guy. I maintained my habit of staying away from him and his crowd, so when I left high school, he mostly disappeared from my radar, except when I came home during my first summer of college and took a brief ride on the gossip train, where I learned about his mom after telling this story to a few folks in the gossip train's breakfast cabin.
I can't even remember his name off the top of my head, although ten years ago I probably could have told you. It was an enlightening experience for a teenager, though.
Which pills was your mum using? My mum was given unlimited bennies by her doctor for "weight control". Turned out the last thing her volatile personality needed was speed. It unleashed her inner beastly savage demons. She became a deadly tornado destroying everything in her path - just like trump.
And, yes, with bullies, you never know what you're going to get. Some have soft cores. The outer horribleness stems from previous injury at the hands of those who bullied them.
"a Dixon Ticonderoga pencil (number 2, the only kind that mattered)."
YOU are my soul mate. I am a pencil nerd.
This was a super column, and made me think of the time in the 6th grade when some girl named Mona from the projects called me a "doofus bitch." I had no idea what that meant so I started crying.😂 🤦♀️
It would be very interesting to learn what happened to your bully. And his behavior speaks volumes about the environment he had to endure.
Thanks. :-)
Also, IKR? :-)
Yeah, I don't know what happened to the guy. I maintained my habit of staying away from him and his crowd, so when I left high school, he mostly disappeared from my radar, except when I came home during my first summer of college and took a brief ride on the gossip train, where I learned about his mom after telling this story to a few folks in the gossip train's breakfast cabin.
I can't even remember his name off the top of my head, although ten years ago I probably could have told you. It was an enlightening experience for a teenager, though.
Which pills was your mum using? My mum was given unlimited bennies by her doctor for "weight control". Turned out the last thing her volatile personality needed was speed. It unleashed her inner beastly savage demons. She became a deadly tornado destroying everything in her path - just like trump.
And, yes, with bullies, you never know what you're going to get. Some have soft cores. The outer horribleness stems from previous injury at the hands of those who bullied them.
I was lucky that way, too. My parents had their issues, but they weren't bullies.
The proper question is, which pills was she not using. Like most people in her situation, she was fed the pills by doctors, one in particular.