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DS did not like the glares that Tony was shooting her way, so for some reason, Reductil asutralia, she thought she would get on his good side by throwing a Jolly Rancher at him. I'm not sure of the logic behind that because, well, we were in 5th grade, reductil online. I'm sure it made sense at the time. So, Reductil slimming pils, as Tony was mid-tetherball match, DS threw a Jolly Rancher to him. Reductil Pharmacy No Prescription, He bent down, picked it up, and WHIPPED it at her [we always said 'whipped' because it sounded so much harsher]. It hit her in the mouth with enough force to chip her tooth and make her mouth bleed. DS left and went to the nurse in tears, where to bye reductil.
After recess was over, our teacher Mr. Buy meridia reductil, MN asked where DS was. This was a HUGE deal for all of us girls so we all excitedly told the story of how she tossed Tony a Jolly Rancher and how that cretin WHIPPED it back and hit her in the mouth and that she went to the school nurse, Reductil Pharmacy No Prescription. We thought Mr. MN would be so angry at Tony and Tony would get in trouble, which served him right for WHIPPING that Jolly Rancher at DS, reductil uk.
We were so wrong.
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"Tony isn't a GOD. Stop treating him like one. You girls are ridiculous. He is a BOY, diet pills reductil, not a GOD. Remember that, Reductil Pharmacy No Prescription. And as you get older, you will meet other BOYS and NONE of them will be GODS. Just BOYS. So don't treat them like GODS."
I don't know that anyone paid much attention to the Bigger Picture Mr. MN was presenting to us. Reductil Pharmacy No Prescription, We basically took it at face value - that we needed to leave Tony alone. Years later, however, after my very first long-term boyfriend cheated on me, I understood exactly what Mr. MN had been saying all those years before. Part of me wanted to relate that story to the girls in the salon but I decided to let them figure it out for themselves.
As for Tony. He's on Facebook and guess what. Judging by his profile picture, Mr. MN was right. He SO isn't a God.
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October 22nd, 2009 at 9:37 am
Oh my god, I love this story. I love everything about it. Including the fact that the “BOYS are not GODS” lesson is a hard one to learn and keep relearning.
I’m so fascinated, trying to imagine the teacher’s background for giving you girls this kind of inappropriate lecture. Had he just grown sick of it? Was he a playground god in his own halcyon days and it spoiled him for relating to women normally? Was he, even at the time of the lecture, dealing with the aftermath of a bad break-up with one of those kinds of girlfriends who followed him into the shower and liked to smell his dirty laundry?
So many questions.
October 22nd, 2009 at 9:38 am
Oh, another salient question: at what kind of GOD would one throw a dang Jolly Rancher? ’cause seriously. If whatever religion compels that is a thing, dude, sign me up for conversion.
October 22nd, 2009 at 9:45 am
TKOG: I’d have to say there couldn’t even be a smidge of a possibility that Mr. MN was a GOD in his youth. He resembled Bert from Sesame Street. Only with glasses. Maybe he was fed up since most of our class time consisted of the girls never listening to him drone on and on about geography and instead, spending our time staring at the GOD!
October 22nd, 2009 at 10:10 am
Ugh. I wish I could figure this one out. I see it in words, and recognize what you’re saying as the truth, but there is still that one guy in my life that I can’t shake. I let him treat me like shit.. and see- here I can even admit it. I’ve gotten better and I never even realize it’s happening- until it does… and my friends point out that once again I have let this dude run my life. Oh but thanks, reading this made me think about it again, which seems to work at least a little to ward him off…
ok sorry for my slight rambling there..
But really a jolly rancher? that is awesome that she threw it at him in the first place.
And I tend to agree with TKOG that Mr. MN must have been going through something at the time to sit you girls down… love this story!
October 22nd, 2009 at 10:11 am
Um, Mr. MN sounds like a phenomenal teacher. And I totally saw myself in DS. My best friend and I were sooooo obsessed with this Michael kid in 3rd grade. We used to ride our bike to his house everyday and either just linger outside or occasionally ring the bell. Once he screamed at us to go away and threw my friends bike at her. Ouch.
October 22nd, 2009 at 10:37 am
Carissajaded: Well, it’s good that you can even admit it because most girls can’t, won’t or don’t. I think that everyone is different [duh] and maybe one day, you will have an “A-Ha!” moment and you’ll see that you don’t deserve to be treated in such a manner. It usually goes much deeper than just “letting” someone treat you that way. It’s hard, though, I know it is.
Belle: I’m able to look back and say he was a good teacher. I hated him back then because it was in his class where I first started wearing glasses. I would never wear them but hide them in my desk and spend all day not seeing anything. He yelled at me in front of the whole class about it and from that day forward, I “hated” him. Boys have cooties… still.
October 23rd, 2009 at 9:14 am
Wow, I know you hated that teacher, but that’s amazing…ALL young girls need that lesson! Seriously! Even if they don’t properly understand it at the time.
Sadly, I know men suck, but I can’t resist them. Sigh.
October 23rd, 2009 at 10:16 am
Candice: Sadly, I don’t know if it would sink in with ANY girl at ANY age. It’s like a ritual we all most go through – having a boy or two treat us like shit before we realize that boys are not Gods. Heh.
December 6th, 2009 at 9:54 pm
Okay, many months after my initial comment, I must update to say: I am completely obsessed with this story. I think about it, like, multiple times a week. It remains the best story I’ve ever read on a blog. It’s just so weird and intense and universal!