tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post2835841691047737384..comments2024-03-26T08:30:30.060-04:00Comments on Poop and Boogies: Left OutWILLIAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00719470271284761917noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-69707451763445303492010-04-16T14:56:29.747-04:002010-04-16T14:56:29.747-04:00This story made me so sad... I have a left-handed ...This story made me so sad... I have a left-handed Billy, and I can't imagine how off-the-handle mad I would be if a teacher (or any other adult) treated him that way. <br />And yes, the head of our bed was facing south. Your mom is awesome.Karen (formerly kcinnova)https://www.blogger.com/profile/16705613736966783261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-90601678110417810362010-03-31T03:02:37.235-04:002010-03-31T03:02:37.235-04:00Two stories come to mind...
1-First time I swore a...Two stories come to mind...<br />1-First time I swore at age of 8 in front of my parents. My sister got to go to Dairy Queen with the neighbors and I wasn't invited. Sitting in my dad's lap, crying, I said, "Damn her," and I got launched across the kitchen & promptly sent to my room. It was awhile before I swore in front of them again. But it was DQ?!! Damn her.<br /><br />2-Teacher story. True story. In 4th grade, our teacher slapped a naughty girl on her face about three times, in front of the class, enough for her face to be red and her to cry. I knew it was wrong, and at recess found the principal and told on the teacher... begging him not to let her know I told. The next day, there was a new seating chart and me and the girl were in a "new row" separated from the class by about five feet and the rest of the class wouldn't talk to me. Then I had to write a 500 word apology letter to the teacher. I hope she (the teacher) has had some time burning in hell... not that I'm bitter or anything about that one.BKPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08904711225143416578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-29055459311341456652010-03-30T18:49:39.611-04:002010-03-30T18:49:39.611-04:00When I was in First Grade, the teacher smacked my ...When I was in First Grade, the teacher smacked my left hand with a metal ruler, for doing what comes naturally. I still have the scar.<br />My mother marched down to the principal's office and told him that wasn't right, me not being able to write left-handed.<br />She said I had always been a leftie, that when she put me in the high chair when I was a baby, I reached for the toy with my left hand.<br />The teacher didn't quite know what to do with the 3 of us in the room who were lefties.<br />I remember being way in the back row, giving each other hints about how to write and cope. We lefties were good friends all through First Grade year.<br />I angle the paper cuz me mum taught me about cursive writing at home. She would not let me bend the wrist.<br />I also crochet left-handed.<br />I have to do the ironing with my right hand. The cord is all wrong the other way.MrsDoFhttp://www.mrsdof.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-24336394387259609692010-03-30T09:35:43.966-04:002010-03-30T09:35:43.966-04:00My obsession with Disney world comes from feeling ...My obsession with Disney world comes from feeling left out. My next door neighbors had a tupperware mom. She wasn't made of tuperware she sold it. Alot of it and got to go to Florida and WDW every year. On the other side of our house they always went on vacation. We went no where. We got postcards from all the neighbors and my dad took a week off work and we went to the local zoo with my dad. Whoopie. I totally felt left out. <br /><br />BTW- I think there is a bit of the devil in you. We better track down that mailman. But you are clearly not evil.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16925807003764423512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-21479453691900243622010-03-29T13:08:10.406-04:002010-03-29T13:08:10.406-04:00I might have poked that teacher in the eye with th...I might have poked that teacher in the eye with that line drawing tool...Bogarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03239349739202059474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-60937054754010889542010-03-29T12:31:36.984-04:002010-03-29T12:31:36.984-04:00I love being a lefty, but it definitely gave my si...I love being a lefty, but it definitely gave my sister lots of fodder for torment. I can still remember her pointing and shouting "spawn of SATAN!" whenever I had to pull out the left-handed can opener.<br /><br />I'm also the only one in the family with brown eyes instead of green. Or, as my lovely sister calls them: "poop-colored eyes."<br /><br />....yeah.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14382727692808909984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-84391106550057112652010-03-26T18:32:23.981-04:002010-03-26T18:32:23.981-04:00I am sorry, but Mrs Tewksbury was hot. Mean as a ...I am sorry, but Mrs Tewksbury was hot. Mean as a snake but very easy on the eyes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-64198999678639351512010-03-26T17:16:25.245-04:002010-03-26T17:16:25.245-04:00I'm a paper angler, myself. It's nice bec...I'm a paper angler, myself. It's nice because not only do I not get left handed ink smear, I don't have that weird contorted wrist most lefties have. ;-)<br /><br />I wouldn't trade being a leftie for anything, and am severely disappointed none of my boys are lefties too.sarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16144333694009700155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-49558583473809581572010-03-26T15:43:26.826-04:002010-03-26T15:43:26.826-04:00I felt left out in cooking class at the tender age...I felt left out in cooking class at the tender age of 10. I took cooking class in the summer with my other chubby cousin. We were no good at sports, but God forbid we get to just stay home and not interact with our peers. Well, one day at cooking class, we made Waldorf salad. Waldorf salad has copious amounts of mayonnaise in it. I had already told the teacher right up front that I LOATHED mayonnaise. The rule in class was that we had to at least TRY whatever we made. I dreaded Waldorf salad day, but alas, it came. The teacher told me I had to eat one bite. I was a good kid, and always followed the rules. I held my nose and took a bite. It made me gag. I then ran covering my mouth to the hallway and grabbed the trashcan on the way out. I was sick in the hall, and my teacher came out to check on me. I asked if she could go call my mom, but she made me come back to class. All the other kids laughed and made gagging sounds at me. I wasn't too popular that day. But luckily, my culinary prowess eventually wooed back my friends, and all was well. I still cringe, 20 years later, when I hear the words "Waldorf Salad."<br /><br />Bethany<br />bethy_blu2@yahoo.comBethanynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-18357594294021411092010-03-26T15:26:31.830-04:002010-03-26T15:26:31.830-04:00I can relate to being singled out as a child. I ha...I can relate to being singled out as a child. I have Marcus Gunn Jaw Winking syndrome, and as a child I was often stared at and laughed at- especially when I ate, because MGJWS makes my eyelid go up and down when I chew. Kids can be cruel, but by the time I was in Jr. High I realized that they could only bother me as much as I let them, so I turned their attention into a positive thing and it became quite the party trick. :o)Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07726344074088649492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-2346000688574374392010-03-26T15:02:51.958-04:002010-03-26T15:02:51.958-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07726344074088649492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-58578068613701013172010-03-26T10:51:42.690-04:002010-03-26T10:51:42.690-04:00I have this group of guy friends who get together ...I have this group of guy friends who get together every so often and never invite me! I mean, I know I'm a girl and all, but still, I mean, what are they talking about that I can't hear? And in high school, they were this exclusive little group with a silly name and silly activities (some type of spinning around with a beer bottle in the middle...) and great, now that they are still friends 20-something years later, they STILL don't invite me. I mean, what do you have to do to bust into this little group? I mean, I made out with most of them at one point or another in high school; you'd think 20 years later that would merit an invite. <br />I KNOW they're thinking they're so manly meeting in their manly group, but you know, I bet they are just talking about Project Runway, since I know at least one of them is totally devoted to the show. <br />I feel sooooo left out, William.Tori Spellingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-4769561267977645842010-03-26T09:48:11.097-04:002010-03-26T09:48:11.097-04:00I felt left out a lot growing up, because I was co...I felt left out a lot growing up, because I was considered a nerd or bookworm. I got teased for having braces and for my clothes clashing. ;-) Kids can be cruel.<br /><br />mami2jcn at gmail dot comMami2jcnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01616010476205870180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-27619411315634876612010-03-25T17:24:33.122-04:002010-03-25T17:24:33.122-04:00Mom09 is the best.Mom09 is the best.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-30677941290666915492010-03-25T13:47:58.931-04:002010-03-25T13:47:58.931-04:00When I was growing up all of my cousins went to NY...When I was growing up all of my cousins went to NYC with my aunts but I didn't get to go because I was "too young." I was so upset for being left out. Being the youngest is not always a good thing!Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02240664729182010106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-43302454560355147702010-03-25T13:43:15.086-04:002010-03-25T13:43:15.086-04:00Oh my goodness awful memories. I was the good girl...Oh my goodness awful memories. I was the good girl coming up and I imagine parents must have asked their kids why can't you be like her, because I was left out of that particular group.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07317473005296868300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-17242980131110196272010-03-25T10:33:24.986-04:002010-03-25T10:33:24.986-04:00Remember, William, your Granfather was left-handed...Remember, William, your Granfather was left-handed. He was the smartest and most talented man I ever knew. Your Dad was also left-handed, the second smartest man I knew. No one comes near either of them. Your kids some day may say the same about you. I love you. You were conceived with the head of the bed facing South. The "others" were conceived with the head of the bed facing North. I always thought that had something to do with you being the only left-hander:) You have great talent and are smart. Your kids are lucky!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-45372902742159993982010-03-25T09:09:09.240-04:002010-03-25T09:09:09.240-04:00was your teacher the one who did the "blue ey...was your teacher the one who did the "blue eyes brown eyes" experiment, too?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-44093786121049687822010-03-25T08:19:44.065-04:002010-03-25T08:19:44.065-04:00I was once booed off stage at a 4-H talent show. I...I was once booed off stage at a 4-H talent show. I have never been able to listen to "God Bless the USA" in the same way.Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14352985612688901270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-85999930850219929852010-03-24T22:39:06.880-04:002010-03-24T22:39:06.880-04:00Wow. I wonder how many other kids that teacher tor...Wow. I wonder how many other kids that teacher tore down. Just goes to prove that it takes a special kind of person to be a good teacher. <br /><br />I'm a lefty too, and we're AWESOME! <br /><br />May the good Lord protect any person who does that to my kids. I'm not as sweet of a person as your mom is.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10922754.post-90468465647543810842010-03-24T20:53:15.484-04:002010-03-24T20:53:15.484-04:00I can't wait to see the creative ways my kids ...I can't wait to see the creative ways my kids torment each other...Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11763999112189996532noreply@blogger.com