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Name: Anne
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 6/5/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: acting like a nerd
Expertise: snowboarding?? sushi rolling dance? NO!!! being a nerd =)
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/13/2003
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| P: hi~ miss kim!
me: hi!
P: [after a short pause] miss kim, what's your last name?
me:[inside hahahahah, but straight face on the outside] uhh it's kim.
P:  it's the same as miss kim.
me: [hmmm...] p, the kim part of miss kim is my last name.
P: 
me: [attempt 2 to explain] what your last name?
P: it's too hard to say, you can't say it right.
me: well okay it's like i would call you mr. what your last name is.
P: [stares blankly] ... my tummy hurts
perhaps this is why i work with high school...
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| i've been out of commission for some time.
i thought it largely because there was no funny little kids around. BUT i discovered one. he's a funny little one. he's funnier in person, but i will attempt to capture his personality on xanga. he will be known as P
bunch of little kindergarten to 1st grade boys crowded around a table all folding paper planes.
kid 1: i'm gonna build a the fastest plane
kid 2: nuh uh mine's gonna be faster.
kid 3: my dad taught me how to make my plane.
kid 1: my plane is gonna be the fastest.
P: [takes off his shoe, sticks his foot in the air, with a completely serious face] u wanna smell my sock?!?!?
kid 1, kid 2, kid 3: 
kid 3: ewwwww nooooooooooooo
P: [still completely serious] why not?
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| at afterschool program....
high schooler: when you hear me call your name say, "here."
kid: "where?"
high schooler: no say "here."
kid:
high schooler: ...
i don't know if you get it...but it was pretty funny...poor little kid really was confused...
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| **warning: a bit long**
Ignace Jan Paderewski, the famous composer-pianist, was scheduled to perform at a great concert hall in America. It was an evening to remember - black tuxedos and long evening dresses, a high-society extravaganza. Present in the audience that evening was a mother with her fidgety nine-year-old son. Weary of waiting, he squirmed constantly in his seat. His mother was in hopes that her son would be encouraged to practice the piano if he could just hear the Immortal Paderewski at the keyboard. So - against his wishes - he had come.
As she turned to talk with friends, he could stay seated no longer. He slipped away from her side, strangely drawn to the ebony concert grand Steinway and its leather tufted stool on the huge stage flooded with blinding lights. Without much notice from the sophisticated audience, the boy sat down at the stool, staring wide-eyed at the black and white keys. He placed his small, trembling fingers in the right location and began to play "Chopsticks." The roar of the crowd was hushed as hundreds of frowning faces pointed in his direction. Irritated and embarrassed, they began to shout: "Get that boy away from there!" "Who'd bring a kid that young in here?" "Where's his mother?" "Somebody stop him!"
Backstage, the master overheard the sounds out front and quickly put together in his mind what was happening. Hurriedly he grabbed his coat and rushed toward the stage. Without one word of announcement he stooped over behind the boy, reached around both sides, and began to improvise a countermelody to harmonize with and enhance "Chopsticks." As the two of them played together, Paderewski kept whispering in the boy's ear: Keep going. Don't quit. Keep on playing...don't stop...don't quit.
And so it is with us. We hammer away on our project, which seems about as significant as "Chopsticks" in a concert hall. And about the time we are ready to give up, along comes the Master, who leans over and whispers: Now keep going; don't quit. Keep on...don't stop; don't quit, as He improvises on our behalf, providing just the right touch at just the right moment.
by Chuck Swindoll from Growing Strong in the Seasons of Life
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no, you need to do your own work
but i don't like homework