I was pulled out of class in third grade with no idea what happened. Kids chided me about going to the Principal’s office. Two people whom I didn’t know asked me questions about my family. The allegations made me furious. As an adult, I finally know the reason. I hate this person to this day.
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September 19th, 2008 at 8:59pm
interesting 55…i’d prob hold the grudge, too.
btw i actually met my husband online, too, but not thru a dating site. we will be married 4 yrs on nov. 14th. i never did speed dating, online dating, etc. my husband had. i don’t know what it is. i guess it never felt comfortable. i have a post on how my husband and i met from last year under nov 2007. i’ll prob repost it or refer to it soon
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September 19th, 2008 at 10:38pm
Is there a secret here?
Whatever…An excellent 55 all the same!
Remind me to stay on your good side…
Thanks for playing, and have a Great Week-End…G
September 20th, 2008 at 3:13am
Social prejudices can be scars for ever! I know how you feel…
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September 20th, 2008 at 4:01am
As a child we are completely powerless. I remember, it was a horrible feeling. If I’m not reading too much into your 55’s I’d say we both had rough childhoods, albeit in different ways. I know my experiences have colored me into wanting to keep Chloe as protected as possible, but in the end things like that might be out of my hands. Great 55 Erica. Keep the good writing coming
September 20th, 2008 at 6:58am
ciara - Thanks
I haven’t actually done “speed dating” but doing the dating site thing as a female you get bombarded with emails. I went on a lot of dates but would reject them within one or two, so I call it speed dating.
September 20th, 2008 at 7:04am
Boy do I remember those school days. The turmoil, teenage angst. I enjoyed schooled but I hated all the stuff that went on. I have been out of school almost twenty five years now and have never went back to a high school reunion.
Great 55. Have a good weekend kiddo.
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September 20th, 2008 at 7:10am
Thank you G-Man - If you’re referring to my ’secrets’ post from a couple weeks ago this isn’t really related. And it actually takes quite to get on my $hit list, but once someone makes it on they don’t get off easily.
September 20th, 2008 at 7:16am
mona - This wasn’t so much a social prejudice as it was a somewhat misguided concern for my safety at home.
September 20th, 2008 at 7:38am
Susan Anderson - My childhood left A LOT of long lasting impressions. I think what bugs me most is that I have so many questions that I know will never be answered and some that simply can’t. My experiences were not what people first think when a *female* says she had a ‘bad’ childhood. I really hope yours weren’t either.
In raising Sophia my experiences make me want to arm her, no strike that, bombard her with knowledge. I want to teach her to always be aware of her surroundings, and to follow gut feelings about people even if they might be a little irrational. I also want to make sure she has a healthy amount of self-esteem. Though none of this could have improved nor prevented my history.
September 20th, 2008 at 9:38am
nothing like that! I just meant not having the same nuclear family as others, no mom, no money, ..that kind of bad experiences. My dad tried his best raising me on his own, but I can remember other people’s cruelty and general unkindness as a kid. I think Henry has your idea in terms of raising Chloe (he too had a rough time -although not like me). He wants her to be be aware of her surroundings too, but I think that might be the New Yorker still in him
September 23rd, 2008 at 2:40pm
Susan Anderson - I’m glad it wasn’t *like that* I can imagine some of the comments, probably some similar to a single mom raising a son with the whole, “She needs a mother figure” stuff. My imagination doesn’t go beyond that though. I had two parents, one of each. The supposed “normal” family. I don’t have much in common with them though, so I keep begging them to just tell me I was adopted.
Hmm I wonder if my reasons for wanting to raise Sophia that way are due to my experience or because my mom was raised in Mexico City and passed the big city mentality onto me?