I have the best friends EVER.
I’m terrible at the twitters.
I know I can’t be the first to say this.
“It’s Okay to be Neither,” By Melissa Bollow Tempel
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
Thanks! I’m still adjusting to it… it’s kind of itchy and awkward feeling but my boyfriend requested I grow it out so I figured I’d give it a shot for his benefit. I think I’m about ready to get rid of it, though.
Maybe I’m using it wrong, but I kind of hate twitter. I tried being clever in 140 characters and failed horribly. If I can’t be clever in as many words as I want, what makes me think I can do it in one sentence?! That’s including a punchline!
No no… twitter is not for me. But if anyone wants to tweet at me or whatever it’s called, feel free to do so and I’ll respond f’sho.
I’m assuming you’re asking because of the picture I posted last night… no. I don’t. That was from a hookah.
I don’t mind when people do it and I don’t judge them for doing so, but I know personally it’s harder for me to handle than alcohol in terms of control (or lack thereof). Typically if I DO do it it’s maybe once or twice a year to make sure I’m still not into it and only because the opportunity arises.