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The sole reason I show so much love for math is because there is only [one/uno!] right answer. There is never a "Well this is what I think it is, because this is how I feel."
My Aussie Math Teacher Wendy had a few words to say today. She said it was in her culture to tell people to there face how she felt on an manner. I was trying so hard not to laugh at her express her dislikes with the class. & as much as I like it when people tell me how they feel and are right forth with me about it. I couldn't but help but laugh. Well at least hold it in. I could understand the manners in the classroom. I could also understand the behavior, but when she asked the guys in my class not to speak there native lang. My eyes rolled up in the back of my head. I was shaking my head at it. She didn't correct herself untill she said it was a Culture thing. =P And as much as I hate when people compare me to Ms. Sarah Palin [Ex Alaska Governor]. I couldn't help but ask you.
Do you confront people when they are nudge you the wrong way? Are you forward with them? Is this a common trait in your culture?
XD I like feel like your never going to relpy to me again. m(__m) I am sorry if I spoke to much;
As for the video store.. hmm I got a book to return to the library.
o.o why do I always type so much to you. I could tell you more, no wait I will.,
So todays stupid moment for me: I was running around campus looking my my bag with all my work in it. [30 mins to be right] I was freaking out, and after awhile I even called home to ask my mother if she was aware of it. Like if she had seen it. But you see the little punk wouldn't pick up the phone, and well I kept calling and calling. So well I had placed it into my mind that she wasn't going to pick up because she may have thought it to be someone else. And me in my damage moment weren't thinking the best... ANYWAY!! I left a huge long angry message for her candy booty.
Kind of a hate message. Anyway.. I called my father just to tell him to tell mom how upset I was, and if also could he look for it. [A little more hate] BUT!! Lord behold when I called my father ... my mother picked up. Well you see for my mother to pick up means she most definitely had to be with my father. Which means she couldn't have been home to pick up the phone. They went grocery shopping; [Really food for me XD] and where on there way into the gagrage as I called. I was like "mom?" she was like "yea" I was like "Mom?" She was like "Yes and?" Because you have to know I don't get to hear my mother's voice on my father's phone. Anyway. I begged them to look, and they did, and they didn't see it... so I was still kind of upset, but not as worried as the message I left for my mother. SO I said thanks and hung up. Anyway I found my bag it was in class... on a chair.. pushed into the desk. I had left it there for a week... grieve with me, because I don't believe I'll see the better days.
So how was you day? -
