Just a quick post to tell you the highlights of all the costumes people at my school wore today:
- Cheshire cat
- Zombie
- Taco
- Chef
- Dorothy, Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow
- Flapper
- Cave woman
- Mexican (borderline racist)
- Pimp
- Hipster Santa ("Halloween is too mainstream")
- Clark Kent (a ridiculously attractive English teacher did this complete with the superman shirt underneath)
- Robin (the girl's name was robin, too.)
- Esmeralda
- Snow White
- Audrey Hepburn
- The Doctor
- Mad scientist
- Sherlock
- Some students went as some teachers from our school
- Teletubbies
- Spock
So yeah, my day was epic and pretty much consisted of me looking around in awe at all the costumes. Of course, we had a million bunnies and cats but whatever.
Question: What were your favourite costumes that you saw today? Or at least what are your favourites from my list?
Showing posts with label teachers. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Potato
I've noticed that while I'm fully comfortable with teachers and random people on the internet reading what I write, I am completely uncool with anyone in my immediate family with doing so.
I have absolutely no explanation to why. It should be the opposite, shouldn't it? I act like my true self around them that doesn't come out at school or in public. Well, I guess school is public but I like having multiple examples so whatever. So it should make sense that whatever I write down will be taken the same way as I act with my family.
But I just can't. My mom will read the same essay that my teacher just read over and thoroughly destroyed with the red pen (cause even though I've got a blog that I like to write in, English is not my strongest subject. My theory is that I'm way to funny in writing for my teachers to handle.) and I'll feel all apprehensive and all these other emotions I didn't whilst handing the essay in for class.
I don't actually know where I'm going with this, I've just noticed and decided to share. You can over-analyse me if you'd like and tell me about it in THE COMMENTS. Cause they exist. And you could totally post there. And make me feel better about myself.
Oh gosh, when I am a super popular blogger that gets ARC to review I'm going to look back on these first posts and be like "Wow, I used to have to beg people to comment on stuff. I was so pathetic."
I have absolutely no explanation to why. It should be the opposite, shouldn't it? I act like my true self around them that doesn't come out at school or in public. Well, I guess school is public but I like having multiple examples so whatever. So it should make sense that whatever I write down will be taken the same way as I act with my family.
But I just can't. My mom will read the same essay that my teacher just read over and thoroughly destroyed with the red pen (cause even though I've got a blog that I like to write in, English is not my strongest subject. My theory is that I'm way to funny in writing for my teachers to handle.) and I'll feel all apprehensive and all these other emotions I didn't whilst handing the essay in for class.
I don't actually know where I'm going with this, I've just noticed and decided to share. You can over-analyse me if you'd like and tell me about it in THE COMMENTS. Cause they exist. And you could totally post there. And make me feel better about myself.
Oh gosh, when I am a super popular blogger that gets ARC to review I'm going to look back on these first posts and be like "Wow, I used to have to beg people to comment on stuff. I was so pathetic."
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