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I have this conversation all the time:
Them: How's school going?
Me: It's nice of you to ask, but actually, I graduated in 2003.
And tonight:
Them: Well, weren't you going to do some seminary thing?
Me: Actually, that's what I graduated from.
Them: How's school going?
Me: It's nice of you to ask, but actually, I graduated in 2003.
And tonight:
Them: Well, weren't you going to do some seminary thing?
Me: Actually, that's what I graduated from.
My brother's thoughts about snow in the South:
Oh no, there's non-transparent precipitation falling from the sky! It even possibly may touch the ground! We're left with one of two choices:
1. Speed down the road, swerving wildly, doing your best to make it home as quickly as possible. Don't ever slow down or stop, because it could possibly cause you to slide. If for some odd reason you do end up having to slow down, do everything possible to engage your anti-lock brakes. Stop at Walmart, Kroger, and anywhere else you can think of to gather supplies for the coming winter annihilation.
2. Never exceed six miles an hour, regardless of speed limit or road conditions. Block at least two lanes at all times (three if you're talented), ensuring that no one else on the road can go any faster than you. Thank your luck that there are no cars in front of you, but worry about the entire population of the city being behind you. Stop at Walmart, Kroger, and anywhere else you can think of to gather supplies for the coming winter annihilation.
Oh no, there's non-transparent precipitation falling from the sky! It even possibly may touch the ground! We're left with one of two choices:
1. Speed down the road, swerving wildly, doing your best to make it home as quickly as possible. Don't ever slow down or stop, because it could possibly cause you to slide. If for some odd reason you do end up having to slow down, do everything possible to engage your anti-lock brakes. Stop at Walmart, Kroger, and anywhere else you can think of to gather supplies for the coming winter annihilation.
2. Never exceed six miles an hour, regardless of speed limit or road conditions. Block at least two lanes at all times (three if you're talented), ensuring that no one else on the road can go any faster than you. Thank your luck that there are no cars in front of you, but worry about the entire population of the city being behind you. Stop at Walmart, Kroger, and anywhere else you can think of to gather supplies for the coming winter annihilation.
Birmingham has not had any measurable snow for 6 years.
From birth, most girls in the South are trained to be gracious, demure, and charming (in public, at least). We are brought up to value harmony over conflict and the comfort of others above ourselves.
This is why all the girls in my discussion-based class got A-minuses and the guys got As.
This is why my mother and grandmother constantly go round and round--"No, let me"; "No, let me!"
This is also why you may think I'm nice, but I really may not be. ;)
So last night, when our Bible study leader asked a group of us Southern girls to decide between three options for the study, the result was interesting.
For a while, no one said anything.
Then people started shrugging and smiling shyly. "It doesn't matter to me." "I don't care."
Finally one girl suggested, "Maybe you could email us and see what everyone thinks." Apparently we might be able to voice our opinions privately in writing, but not in front of the group.
Everyone else kept smiling sweetly. In the end, the leader made the decision.
This is why all the girls in my discussion-based class got A-minuses and the guys got As.
This is why my mother and grandmother constantly go round and round--"No, let me"; "No, let me!"
This is also why you may think I'm nice, but I really may not be. ;)
So last night, when our Bible study leader asked a group of us Southern girls to decide between three options for the study, the result was interesting.
For a while, no one said anything.
Then people started shrugging and smiling shyly. "It doesn't matter to me." "I don't care."
Finally one girl suggested, "Maybe you could email us and see what everyone thinks." Apparently we might be able to voice our opinions privately in writing, but not in front of the group.
Everyone else kept smiling sweetly. In the end, the leader made the decision.
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(You have to download it, sorry. This new version is better, though.)
(You have to download it, sorry. This new version is better, though.)
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