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term="shakespeare" /><category term="awww cute" /><category term="act your age" /><title>Teenagers Are Ridiculous</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;center&gt;"I'm seventeen and I'm crazy.&lt;br&gt; My uncle says the two always go together.&lt;br&gt; When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane."&lt;br&gt;-from Ray Bradbury's &lt;i&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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I've had a lot of emotions happening and I've been very bad about processing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight is graduation.&amp;nbsp; I finally, after two years of not awesomeness, I get to say goodbye to the class of 2013.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2012/01/i-like-to-keep-my-issues-drawnits.html"&gt;When last year happened&lt;/a&gt;, I wasn't sure I could survive in the classroom.&amp;nbsp; But here I am, still chugging along, trying to do my job to the best of my ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;While the school year was pretty OK, the end of the year as been a bit more difficult.&amp;nbsp; My boss (my dept chair) is leaving, which is very sad for me.&amp;nbsp; She has been my boss the entire time I've been at That One School, and has been incredibly supportive of me, both personally and professionally.&amp;nbsp; One of my good friends is taking over as dept chair, so I'm happy about that, but the dept will be a different place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Additionally, the thing that is really hard for me to talk about, is that my dearest friend, my partner in crime, my person, L, is leaving too. She decided she wanted to try something new, so she got a job at a school in another district, closer to where we live.&amp;nbsp; I haven't completely processed it, meaning I haven't had my sobbing breakdown yet.&amp;nbsp; I had dinner at her house last weekend and I brought her a cake, the super sugary icing kind she loves, and I told her it was her "fuck you for leaving" cake.&amp;nbsp; Also her "congrats on a new job!" cake.&amp;nbsp; Mostly the first one though.&amp;nbsp; I am happy for her though, it's just hard to imagine my daily life without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm hopeful for next year.&amp;nbsp; I loved my juniors this year, so I hope they'll be equally awesome as seniors.&amp;nbsp; I'm not crazy about my schedule, but I hope it will all work out. I'm nervous about having a student teacher, but I'm hoping I can teach her something, and that I'll learn from her as well.&amp;nbsp; There are a ton of changes coming in education.&amp;nbsp; Some of them scare me, but that's a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping I'm up for the challenge.&amp;nbsp; It will all be OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have a bunch of posts I need to put up, so I won't be going anywhere for a while.&amp;nbsp; Also, I'm running a summer camp for middle schoolers...so that will most certainly provide us all some entertainment for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As always, thank you, dear readers, for your support and kindness for this random girl who has chosen to whine about her job.&amp;nbsp; And for not thinking she's weird when she talks in the third person.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/8059583616735044670/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/goodbye-2013.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/8059583616735044670?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/8059583616735044670?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/goodbye-2013.html" title="Goodbye 2013" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEAQXs9fip7ImA9WhBaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-8509450555847404824</id><published>2013-05-21T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-21T16:24:00.566-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-21T16:24:00.566-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me talking about stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenagers are annoying" /><title>Final Exams, Part One</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Questions I'm tired of answering today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Will you round my grade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Will you take my late work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Is your hair naturally curly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What's on your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When we we get out of here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do I need to use a pencil on this Scantron?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And I have to do it all over again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/8509450555847404824/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/final-exams-part-one.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/8509450555847404824?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/8509450555847404824?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/final-exams-part-one.html" title="Final Exams, Part One" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCQXw7eCp7ImA9WhBbF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-4470071509878940292</id><published>2013-05-16T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-16T06:31:00.200-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-16T06:31:00.200-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenagers today" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seniors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surprisingly smart" /><title>She makes a good point.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My seniors were working on their &lt;a href="http://www.thisibelieve.org/"&gt;This I Believe&lt;/a&gt; papers, and I had them reading examples from the website.&amp;nbsp; A girl, after reading some examples, whined to me, "I feel like these people probably had an easier time writing because they have actual problems, I just have silly white girl problems."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I laughed and high-fived her for her honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/4470071509878940292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/she-makes-good-point.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4470071509878940292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4470071509878940292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/she-makes-good-point.html" title="She makes a good point." /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAQX8_fCp7ImA9WhBbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-4774253943744201225</id><published>2013-05-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T06:29:00.144-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-15T06:29:00.144-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="no one thinks I'm as funny as I do" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher comments" /><title>I AM funny!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A student has just told a story about going to Footlocker and 
how they were out of the shoes he wanted. He looked at me and asked if 
that ever happened to me.&amp;nbsp; I responded, "Yeah, man, I'm always going to 
Footlocker and they're out of the Jordan's I want to rock.&amp;nbsp; Man, that 
sucks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Another boy looks over at me, nods approvingly and deadpans, "Wow, that was actually funny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe it was one of those things that was funnier if you were there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/4774253943744201225/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/i-am-funny.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4774253943744201225?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4774253943744201225?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/i-am-funny.html" title="I AM funny!" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGQX88cSp7ImA9WhBbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-4568823927934775985</id><published>2013-05-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T06:27:00.179-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-14T06:27:00.179-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life lessons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me talking about stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher comments" /><title>The Rumor Mill</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A few weeks I may have inadvertently started a rumor that one of my co-workers has cancer.&amp;nbsp; I swear, I didn't mean to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He was out for a day at a doctor's appointment, because he had been having stomach pains.&amp;nbsp; I was walking past his classroom and one of his students caught me and demanded to know where he was.&amp;nbsp; I told him he was out today and the kid was all huffy about it because he needed to make up an exam.&amp;nbsp; Annoyed at his attitude, I snapped at him, "Dude, he's at the doctor, he's having stomach pains, he might have stomach cancer, so get over yourself and deal with it tomorrow!" The kid stammered an apology and backed off.&amp;nbsp; I promptly forgot about the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The next week I stopped by extra-curricular practice and a boy pulled me aside.&amp;nbsp; He got really serious and asked, "Uh, so I'm not sure if I'm supposed to say anything but I heard from Girl who heard from Another Girl who heard from This Boy who was told by the kid from last week that Mr. - has cancer...what's going on?"&amp;nbsp; He said everyone was talking about it, but no one wanted to ask, but he knew he could has me.&amp;nbsp; I immediately let out a huge laugh and assured him that he didn't have cancer, that I was annoyed with the kid from last week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I told the co-worker what happened and that he should either tell the kid the truth, or totally mess with him and continue the ruse.&amp;nbsp; I think he continued the ruse for a day and then came clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lesson learned: Don't lie to kids, I guess?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/4568823927934775985/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/the-rumor-mill.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4568823927934775985?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4568823927934775985?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/the-rumor-mill.html" title="The Rumor Mill" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMEQX49cSp7ImA9WhBbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-5187533914345911919</id><published>2013-05-13T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-13T06:40:00.069-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-13T06:40:00.069-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sophomores" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenagers are annoying" /><title> I don't take sass from anyone, much less sophomores.</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; subbed for a co-worker's class on Friday and halfway through the class I sent him this email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a fun convo I had with one of your sophomores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: [Explains the handouts and whatnot.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Girl: Ugh, Mr. ----- would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/5187533914345911919/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/i-dont-take-sass-from-anyone-much-less.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5187533914345911919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5187533914345911919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/i-dont-take-sass-from-anyone-much-less.html" title=" I don't take sass from anyone, much less sophomores." /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNRXo9eip7ImA9WhBbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-5057215531272506493</id><published>2013-05-11T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-11T10:11:34.462-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-11T10:11:34.462-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="three things" /><title>Saturday Special: Three Things, Vol. 13</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;OK, so last week sort of got away from me.&amp;nbsp; Sorry for the lack of posts. I'll make it up with a Three Things post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Guys, I'm obsessed.&amp;nbsp; I've had Teen Wolf on my Netflix queue since it was put on the site. I loved the movies, so I figured some day I'd try watching the show.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty terrible, but I love it.&amp;nbsp; It's full of disconcertingly pretty people, lots of teen drama, and cute clothes. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDHulxrDNa0"&gt;I adore the opening credits.&lt;/a&gt; In the last week I've finished season 1 and I'm almost done with season 2.&amp;nbsp; One of my co-workers also watches it and he's been more than happy to talk about it with me, which makes it more fun to watch.&amp;nbsp; Also, I might have a quasi-inappropriate crush on the adorkable &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3729721/?ref_=tt_cl_t3"&gt;Dylan O'Brien&lt;/a&gt;, which is kind of OK because he's like 21 and not actually in high school. That makes is better, right?&amp;nbsp; Also, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2686262/?ref_=sr_1"&gt;Colton Haynes&lt;/a&gt; is insanely gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; He's 25, so it's also OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't think I've ever put a recipe on a Three Things post, but this one is deserving.&amp;nbsp; I love to cook, I don't know if I've ever talked about that. I'm pretty good at it too. I found this recipe on Pinterest last week and I made it twice.&amp;nbsp; I added some rotisserie chicken, shredded carrots, and chili-garlic paste.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, so delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you've been reading this blog for a while, you'll Gatsby is my favorite book and has been since I was in high school. I love teaching it and it changes every time I read it.&amp;nbsp; My co-workers and I have been anxiously awaiting the Baz Lurhman film version since it was put on IMDb years ago.&amp;nbsp; Eventually all my expectations for the film were lost (around the time they pushed the release date back 6 months), but I've still been excited for it to come out.&amp;nbsp; The movie was exactly what I thought it would be: sparkly and fun.&amp;nbsp; It's reasonably faithful to the book. The Plaza scene is perfection. Leo is goddamn handsome I can't even deal with it. Tobey Maguire is the worst, but then again so is Nick Caraway. I'll definitely see it again at some point.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/5057215531272506493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/saturday-special-three-things-vol-13.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5057215531272506493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5057215531272506493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/saturday-special-three-things-vol-13.html" title="Saturday Special: Three Things, Vol. 13" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCQX86eyp7ImA9WhBUGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-4131530612224428445</id><published>2013-05-06T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-06T06:21:00.113-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-06T06:21:00.113-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenagers are annoying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="basic skills fail" /><title>Maybe you're not worth it.</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid: School is so not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: OK, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid: I stayed up until 3 last night writing a 5 page paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Hmm. OK. When was it assigned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Oh. Then whose fault is it that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid: I work six days a week. I don't have time to write a paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: I'm not even going to argue this with you because it would be pointless.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/4131530612224428445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/maybe-youre-not-worth-it.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4131530612224428445?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4131530612224428445?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/maybe-youre-not-worth-it.html" title="Maybe you're not worth it." /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEHSXw4cSp7ImA9WhBUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-6025098916290799675</id><published>2013-05-04T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-04T07:10:38.239-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-04T07:10:38.239-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="three things" /><title>Saturday Special: Three Things, Vol. 12</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's that time of year...PROM!&amp;nbsp; So today we're going to do a special Three Things episode and talk about my favorite prom-centered movies.&amp;nbsp; I only went to my junior prom and it wasn't that exciting. Movies make it seem like prom will be THE BEST NIGHT OF YOUR ENTIRE LIIIIIIIIIFE, when mostly it's just meh.&amp;nbsp; I blame a lot of my prom hype on these three films:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Pretty in Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;PiP is my all-time favorite 80s teen movie.&amp;nbsp; You can have The Breakfast Club (which is awesome, don't get me wrong), but my Molly Ringwald/John Hughes collaboration of choice is Pretty in Pink.&amp;nbsp; Terrible dads! Bitchy high school girls! AWFUL prom dresses! James Spader being an immense douche!&amp;nbsp; I mean, Duckie. Love him.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3gbK8I4_dY"&gt; He started my life-long obsession with Otis Redding when I was 10.&lt;/a&gt; I would definitely pick Duckie over Blaine.&amp;nbsp; Besides, &lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Pretty_in_Pink"&gt;Blaine isn't a name, it's a major appliance!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;90splosion! This movie came out my junior year of high school and I saw it in the theater...twice.&amp;nbsp; Is it terrible? YES! Do I care? NO! Because of things like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dh-tyNkiuI"&gt;choreographed dance scenes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/2/9/8/2/1/7/1/orig-12982171.jpg"&gt;falafel&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=lil+kim%27s+old+face&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;hs=Yi&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbo=u&amp;amp;source=univ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=U4yEUcyREsOaiQKKi4DQBA&amp;amp;ved=0CDEQsAQ&amp;amp;biw=1258&amp;amp;bih=602"&gt;Lil Kim's old face&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And OMG the outfits! And references to old school The Real World. And Paul Walker being an immense douche (this seems to be a theme in teen movies...). The prom is pretty, sparkly, and looks pretty fun, until stupid teenage drama ruins it. Just like it ruins most things.&amp;nbsp; This movie has every teen stereotype you can think of, but for some reason that just makes it all the better.&amp;nbsp; Besides, everyone knows that if you take your hair out of the ponytail and take off your glasses, you'll be totally hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Saved! is probably the best movie you've never seen (sorry, I got sort of hipstery there for a second). It's about a super Christian teenager who tries to save her boyfriend from being gay by having sex with him, and she ends up pregnant.&amp;nbsp; As someone who grew up super Christian, and then quit church, it's a very honest look at what it's like to be a part of that crowd as a teen.&amp;nbsp; I often tell people that if they want to understand why I am the way I am, they need to see this movie.&amp;nbsp; Mandy Moore plays a pretty fantastic mean girl, Christian style. There's an awesome prom scene that involves driving into a giant Jesus statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Honorable Mentions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpVZS5nTxh8"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/a&gt; (The only reason I teach Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew.&amp;nbsp; Also: RIP Heath Ledger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nSXtZPKms4"&gt;Footloose&lt;/a&gt; (The 80s one...OBVIOUSLY!&amp;nbsp; Although I've seen the new one at least 5 times on Netflix.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d97O5zOBwcw"&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/a&gt; (The immense creepiness of this movie never hit me until I became a teacher.&amp;nbsp; It also started my love affair with Michael Vartan, despite his awful hair in this movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAOmTMCtGkI"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/a&gt; (Maybe the most quotable movie of all time. God Karen, you just can't ask people why they're white!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What's your favorite prom movie?! &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/6025098916290799675/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/saturday-special-three-things-vol-12.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/6025098916290799675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/6025098916290799675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/saturday-special-three-things-vol-12.html" title="Saturday Special: Three Things, Vol. 12" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/y-X5ixDLuhM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQX49eCp7ImA9WhBUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-7276295116623584952</id><published>2013-05-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-03T06:38:00.060-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-03T06:38:00.060-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poor wording" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad essays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="words are hard" /><title>Maybe she meant it was a shitty war?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Below is from an essay I graded earlier in the year.&amp;nbsp; I was grading at my parents' house and I busted up laughed.&amp;nbsp; I shared the essay with my parents.&amp;nbsp; My dad's take...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"If she doesn't know the difference between defecating and devastating she's going to have a shitty life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXrHsgc85ow/UPjafObWsGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JIBaNCKwxsc/s1600/essay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXrHsgc85ow/UPjafObWsGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JIBaNCKwxsc/s640/essay.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/7276295116623584952/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/maybe-she-meant-it-was-shitty-war.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/7276295116623584952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/7276295116623584952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/maybe-she-meant-it-was-shitty-war.html" title="Maybe she meant it was a shitty war?" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXrHsgc85ow/UPjafObWsGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JIBaNCKwxsc/s72-c/essay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGRnY9eCp7ImA9WhBUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-5241886194976811336</id><published>2013-05-02T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T18:37:07.860-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-02T18:37:07.860-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me talking about stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a teacher's life" /><title>Broken</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today was an impossible bad day.&amp;nbsp; You know what a bad year I had last year with the class of 2013.&amp;nbsp; Overall they've been better as seniors.&amp;nbsp; Not today.&amp;nbsp; Today they broke me. I can't handle them anymore.&amp;nbsp; And we only have three weeks left.&amp;nbsp; I just can't care about them anymore.&amp;nbsp; They're terrible people.&amp;nbsp; They don't care about anything.&amp;nbsp; They openly cheat and whine and laze and say terrible awful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How do I survive our remaining time together?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/5241886194976811336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/broken.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5241886194976811336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5241886194976811336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/broken.html" title="Broken" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQH86fyp7ImA9WhBUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-1531046608147941539</id><published>2013-05-01T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-01T06:35:01.117-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-01T06:35:01.117-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life lessons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science fail" /><title>Sounds like sex ed is really working out well...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Email from K...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's an awkward call convo I overheard with freshmen today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Girl: I don't want to have a baby! Something this big &amp;lt;gestures&amp;gt; comes out of a hole this big &amp;lt;gestures&amp;gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Boy: A HOLE? I thought it was, like, a slit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/1531046608147941539/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/sounds-like-sex-ed-is-really-working.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/1531046608147941539?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/1531046608147941539?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/05/sounds-like-sex-ed-is-really-working.html" title="Sounds like sex ed is really working out well..." /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MAQX4_fyp7ImA9WhBUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-4711778433415230991</id><published>2013-04-30T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-30T06:44:00.047-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-30T06:44:00.047-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life lessons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medical lessons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science fail" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="randomness" /><title>That's not a thing.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I can't remember the back story to this, I just remember a kid in one of my classes last week asking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Did she have a sex transplant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I had to stop for a second and ask, "Do you mean a sex change operation?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He said yes, and I gently reminded him that a "sex transplant isn't a thing, also it's called sex reassignment surgery now". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/4711778433415230991/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/thats-not-thing.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4711778433415230991?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4711778433415230991?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/thats-not-thing.html" title="That's not a thing." /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQX86eCp7ImA9WhBUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-8072924342670243611</id><published>2013-04-29T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-29T07:01:00.110-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-29T07:01:00.110-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freshmen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classic literature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex ed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shakespeare" /><title>Shakespeare, you saucy minx!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago I subbed for a colleague who teaches freshmen. They were watching the 1996 version of "Romeo and Juliet" (which is the best version...OBVIOUSLY!).&amp;nbsp; I was g-chatting with a friend and this is what I told her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: oh man, we're at the sexy part of R&amp;amp;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and by "the sexy part" I mean two teenagers having sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and the freshmen are totally uncomfortable, it's hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; they're all giggling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And this is why I teach the older kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/8072924342670243611/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/shakespeare-you-saucy-minx.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/8072924342670243611?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/8072924342670243611?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/shakespeare-you-saucy-minx.html" title="Shakespeare, you saucy minx!" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8AQXg4cCp7ImA9WhBVGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-1687522483082883043</id><published>2013-04-26T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-26T06:44:00.638-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-26T06:44:00.638-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me talking about stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="words are hard" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher comments" /><title>Those could be words, right?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I'm not so good with words and the sentences and the putting words together in sentences and stuff and things.&amp;nbsp; Oftentimes I'll make up words in class and then just stop, think, and nod, pretending like what I said totally just made sense.&amp;nbsp; For example, two words I made up this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapamatical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentationers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Having a degree in English means I can make up words, right? &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/1687522483082883043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/those-could-be-words-right.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/1687522483082883043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/1687522483082883043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/those-could-be-words-right.html" title="Those could be words, right?" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMQX8zeCp7ImA9WhBVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-822881293162209715</id><published>2013-04-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-25T06:48:00.180-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-25T06:48:00.180-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American lit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="links to other blogs" /><title>Can you imagine if Nick had a Facebook?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was on &lt;a href="http://failblog.cheezburger.com/failbook"&gt;Failbook&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and I thought it was too good not to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAfW2Saebgw/UXhvBW9jB9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/t1he6mOXYzg/s1600/hE34BAB63.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAfW2Saebgw/UXhvBW9jB9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/t1he6mOXYzg/s1600/hE34BAB63.png" height="448" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheezburger.com/7376860928?"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/822881293162209715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/can-you-imagine-if-nick-had-facebook.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/822881293162209715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/822881293162209715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/can-you-imagine-if-nick-had-facebook.html" title="Can you imagine if Nick had a Facebook?" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAfW2Saebgw/UXhvBW9jB9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/t1he6mOXYzg/s72-c/hE34BAB63.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cAQXo8eyp7ImA9WhBVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-5565590392091728941</id><published>2013-04-24T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-24T06:44:00.473-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-24T06:44:00.473-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pop culture" /><title>Way to go, Hermoine!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Emma Watson won some award on some MTV award show last week and I read an article about her acceptance speech, which included the following quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Becoming yourself is really hard and confusing, and it's a 
process. I was completely the eager beaver in school, I was the girl in 
the front of the class who was the first person to put her hand up, and 
it's often not cool to be the person that puts themself out there, and 
I've often gotten teased mercilessly, but I found that ultimately if you
 truly pour your heart into what you believe in — even if it makes you 
vulnerable — amazing things can and will happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is going on the wall in my classroom. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/5565590392091728941/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/way-to-go-hermoine.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5565590392091728941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5565590392091728941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/way-to-go-hermoine.html" title="Way to go, Hermoine!" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGQX88eip7ImA9WhBVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-3536056178955731119</id><published>2013-04-23T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T06:22:00.172-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-23T06:22:00.172-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i still don't understand teenage boys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ew gross" /><title>That question has an answer: NO.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A conversation with a senior boy after I told him to stop drawing penises on his friend's assignment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Why, why is that necessary? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid: It's like one of those things, like "Why is the sky blue?" or "Why do guys draw penises on other guys' things?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: So it's like one of the true questions of the universe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid: Exactly. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/3536056178955731119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/that-question-has-answer-no.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/3536056178955731119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/3536056178955731119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/that-question-has-answer-no.html" title="That question has an answer: NO." /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECQXg8cCp7ImA9WhBVFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-1323716783680902493</id><published>2013-04-22T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-22T06:01:00.678-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-22T06:01:00.678-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="damn I'm old" /><title>He was almost right...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The other day a kid was trying to explain something about his chemistry class, and I told him I understood because I&amp;nbsp; took science at one point too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;His response?&amp;nbsp; "Yeah, like 17 years ago!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then I reminded myself that I took chemistry 15 years ago and I felt old. Oh teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/1323716783680902493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/he-was-almost-right.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/1323716783680902493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/1323716783680902493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/he-was-almost-right.html" title="He was almost right..." /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEAQXw4fSp7ImA9WhBVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-4312670179044111844</id><published>2013-04-20T12:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-20T12:37:20.235-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-20T12:37:20.235-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="three things" /><title>Saturday Special: Three Things, Vol. 11</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1. The "Georgia Peach" Martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I discovered this recipe on Pinterest at the end of last summer and it became my go-to drink at home for a while. Now that it's nearly summer again, it's the perfect refreshing summer drink.&amp;nbsp; All the ingredients are liquors I always have in my house.&amp;nbsp; Recipe: 1 oz Coconut Rum, 1 oz Peach Schnapps, 1 oz vodka, 2 oz Ginger Ale.&amp;nbsp; YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjW0DfK33e8/UXLtqF5CwzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Bks3BObLd2Y/s1600/4f99d18690b6b5c30c2fa8491a2c29d7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjW0DfK33e8/UXLtqF5CwzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Bks3BObLd2Y/s1600/4f99d18690b6b5c30c2fa8491a2c29d7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Sara Bareilles' new song "Brave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I LOVE Sara Bareilles, even though it has taken me years to learn how to spell her last name.&amp;nbsp; I'm super excited about her new album and was happy last week when the first single was released. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xwTr_CRw3GY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Falling-Together-Marisa-los-Santos/dp/B00BQ846EG/"&gt;Marisa de los Santos' book &lt;i&gt;Falling Together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I bought this book for my Kindle several months ago, but I finally got around to reading it when I was at my parents' house for the weekend a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I liked her first book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Walked-Marisa-los-Santos/dp/0452287898"&gt;Love Walks In&lt;/a&gt;, and I really liked the sequel to LWI, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Belong-Me-Marisa-los-Santos/dp/B0085SCQ0G"&gt;Belong To Me&lt;/a&gt; (which, I just discovered, is $1.99 on Kindle today!!).&amp;nbsp; I had a hard time putting this one down, and spent most of a Sunday reading on the back patio.&amp;nbsp; The prose is gorgeous, the story is compelling, and I completely fell in love with each of the characters.&amp;nbsp; My favorite passage...&lt;span class="readable reviewText"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview577000019"&gt;"He
 wasn’t looking at her, was at such an oblique angle to her that his 
face was little more than a sliver, but she knew him at once. 'It was 
like reading,' she would try to explain later, and she wasn’t talking 
about phonics. She didn’t break him into syllables—shoulders, hair, 
shirt collar, hand, nose, cheekbone—and put him back together again; she
 didn’t sound him out. He was a language she knew, and it was whole-word
 recognition: Will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/search/label/three%20things"&gt;Read the ten previous Three Things posts here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/4312670179044111844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/saturday-special-three-things-vol-11.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4312670179044111844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/4312670179044111844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/saturday-special-three-things-vol-11.html" title="Saturday Special: Three Things, Vol. 11" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjW0DfK33e8/UXLtqF5CwzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Bks3BObLd2Y/s72-c/4f99d18690b6b5c30c2fa8491a2c29d7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IMQXk_fyp7ImA9WhBVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-118947945495342902</id><published>2013-04-19T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-19T06:53:00.747-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-19T06:53:00.747-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pop culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad advice" /><title>Maybe they're just a relaxed kind of team?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;An email from K:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We're doing an activity where the kids have to listen to music and draw 
what they hear. I played a clip from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0211915/?ref_=sr_1"&gt;Amelie&lt;/a&gt; and when we're done one of 
the boys said "I like this song. I should listen to it before 
basketball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(This might explain why our team's losing record.)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/118947945495342902/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/maybe-theyre-just-relaxed-kind-of-team.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/118947945495342902?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/118947945495342902?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/maybe-theyre-just-relaxed-kind-of-team.html" title="Maybe they're just a relaxed kind of team?" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCQX4yeSp7ImA9WhBVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-5553722598451684634</id><published>2013-04-18T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-18T06:41:00.091-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-18T06:41:00.091-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="damn I'm old" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="act your age" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenagers are weird" /><title>Does that mean I should have been acting grown-up for the past 7 years?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The other day I overheard a junior say, "Yeah, but like, when I'm grown up.&amp;nbsp; You know, when I'm like 25."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Is 25 the official age for being a grown-up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/5553722598451684634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/does-that-mean-i-should-have-been.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5553722598451684634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/5553722598451684634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/does-that-mean-i-should-have-been.html" title="Does that mean I should have been acting grown-up for the past 7 years?" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYEQnw8fyp7ImA9WhBVEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-893668447690694408</id><published>2013-04-17T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-17T07:15:03.277-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-17T07:15:03.277-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why must I be a teenager in love" /><title>It's like a YA novel up in here!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So this happened last night.&amp;nbsp; I had a parent booster meeting for my extra-curricular.&amp;nbsp; The parents (mostly moms) are super nice and awesome. They're really funny and I really enjoy spending time with them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One of the moms has a daughter who is (was) dating a boy on the team.&amp;nbsp; The boy and I have gotten pretty close over the past two years.&amp;nbsp; We're both very sarcastic and not very nice, which makes us good friends.&amp;nbsp; He came to me last week and wanted to talk about his girlfriend, who he was thinking of breaking up with.&amp;nbsp; They had been together for over two years, but he was leaving the country for college and he was ready to end it.&amp;nbsp; I told him to do whatever was best for him, because, at 17, that's the best advice to receive.&amp;nbsp; You're young and wild and free (ugh, Wiz Khalifa, why are you even a person?) and you should do what's right for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The mom, after the meeting, asked me if I had heard the big news, that the boy had broken up with the girl over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; I thought about feigning surprise, but I decided to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"So, here's the thing..." I started sheepishly, "Boy came me to last week about this. We had a long talk. I told him to do what was right for him.&amp;nbsp; So, um, sorry I told him to break up with your daughter..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The mom laughed loudly, "Oh my god, thank you so much!&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad you told him to do that!!" She went on about how the family loves the kid, he's basically a staple in their house, but she knows it was for the best.&amp;nbsp; Her daughter is heartbroken, obviously, but she knows she will get over it and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I texted the boy on the way home and told him I'd heard and asked him if he was OK.&amp;nbsp; He said yes, that it was a rough weekend, which is understandable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I guess today I'm M: Breaker of Relationships and Snatcher of Happiness.&amp;nbsp; Or I'm just someone who really loves my students and wants them to live the best life possible.&amp;nbsp; One of the two. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/feeds/893668447690694408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/its-like-ya-novel-up-in-here.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/893668447690694408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506665602896746841/posts/default/893668447690694408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.teenagersareridiculous.com/2013/04/its-like-ya-novel-up-in-here.html" title="It's like a YA novel up in here!" /><author><name>That One English Teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10318994319984536581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICQX85cCp7ImA9WhBVEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506665602896746841.post-5198728105360861833</id><published>2013-04-16T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-16T06:56:00.128-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-16T06:56:00.128-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classic literature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pop culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why must I be a teenager in love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shakespeare" /><title>Romeo and Juliet and Chuck Bass?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The trailer for the new Romeo and Juliet was released last week sometime.&amp;nbsp; I have a love/hate relationship with R&amp;amp;J. I love the dirty jokes. I love the witty lines. I hate that people think it's a romance and fawn all over it. It's not a romance, it's about two moronic teenagers who commit suicide.&amp;nbsp; I went the trailer to a friend who teaches in another state, as she just started the play with her freshmen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Whatever positive reviews this movie gets will be hampered by the fact that Chuck Bass (aka Date Raper Extraordinaire (why does everyone forget that he tried to date rape at least two people in the first season?!?!) from Gossip Girl) is Tybalt.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, sometimes my parentheticals get out of control.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is the conversation we had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="sarieanne@gmail.com"&gt;S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Looks boring.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;M&lt;span title="adomino@gmail.com"&gt;e: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Hold your tongue, Romeo and Juliet is the GREATEST LOVE STORY EVER TOLD.&lt;/span&gt;..about 14 year old olds who are fucking idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="sarieanne@gmail.com"&gt;S: &lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;eriously.&lt;/span&gt; The
 greatest love story ever told about a whiny fuck of a teenager who was 
in love with someone else and then decided he was in love with a 13 year
 old after he met her for 2 min at a party and then stalked her outside 
of her bedroom.&lt;span title="adomino@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;xactly. A&lt;/span&gt;nd then the stupid fuckers kill themselves, because THAT'S WHAT LOVE IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;S&lt;span title="sarieanne@gmail.com"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="adomino@gmail.com"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;ramaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="sarieanne@gmail.com"&gt;S: &lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;ove is what your parents don't want you to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="adomino@gmail.com"&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A conversation in one my senior classes last week... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid #1: Where does this story take place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: We don't know, but we do know it's by the sea, and the author is from Latin America, so we can assume it takes place there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid #1: So, like, Portugal or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Well, Portugal is in Europe, so probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid #2: Oh, Spain then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Still in Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kid #3: When you said earlier that sometimes we make you want to light yourself on fire, is this what you were talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Oh, most definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(I use that line a lot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0515236/quotes?item=qt0241072"&gt;Thanks Lucille.&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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