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I remember as a kid the teachers were desperately trying to make “he or she” a thing and told us the singular “they” would never be acceptable.
I’m personally glad that movement failed.
looking back, some of my educators were monumentally stupid
OVERSHARING TIME
My body doesn't burp; when I drink something carbonated I have to physically gag myself with something to get the air out. When I was a kid I didn't know this and would get pain in my stomach and didn't understand why.
Coke with my lunch two days in a row resulted in trips to my home room teacher to ask to see the nurse, or go home. My home room teacher crossed her arms and said, "this is the second day in a row you've done this to us," and lectured me about trying to get out of class. I had no way of proving that I was actually in pain. I was angry and scared and couldn't do anything about it. Do not give me the keys to the time machine or there will be violence.
I had a math teacher that was there to coach football… instead of the normal method for balancing equations and such he’d insist you use his wonky play call diagrams.
Which made all the other algebra and trig teachers have re-teach kids coming out of his last class.
Dude was a stereotypical jock that was going to give one of his athletes a free pass for stuffing a friend of mine into a locker. At least until i stuffed the tight end in his locker, instead.
So. How about this. We swap the keys and go all strangers on a train?
You sound fun to hang out with. I'm in.