tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post114563476568438641..comments2024-01-28T03:35:51.182-05:00Comments on Reassigned Time: The Most Bizarre Thing Just Happened in the Lunch LineDr. Crazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12457967076373916629noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-1145722365606739122006-04-22T12:12:00.000-04:002006-04-22T12:12:00.000-04:00Heya all :) First, it was the most bizarre thing ...Heya all :) First, it was the most bizarre thing because a) I was totally in my own head and at work and b) when the guy started talking to me I thought it was a former student that I'd forgotten, only later to realize that I had no clue who the guy was. It's not that I am a total weirdo who doesn't know how to interact with people in the "meat" world but that I'm a person who's not used to being hit on in line at the cafeteria at my job. Call me crazy, but that's just not exactly a "meat market" - or shouldn't be.<BR/><BR/>Other than that, yes, it is nice to feel like people notice you, but it was very strange yesterday as I was really tired and out of it and then there were these two dudes in a row. It's like when I'm the verge of being unconscious I'm wildly attractive or something :PDr. Crazyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12457967076373916629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-1145721727924122802006-04-22T12:02:00.000-04:002006-04-22T12:02:00.000-04:00I had d.b.'s reaction.... (if I read it right)some...I had d.b.'s reaction.... (if I read it right)<BR/><BR/>some guy displays interest in the "meat" world and it is the "most bizarre" thing?<BR/><BR/>It's actually how many people meet every day. They.. er... they... well... they 'meet' each other..<BR/><BR/>weird, I know...<BR/><BR/>Weirder? Sometimes it leads to friendship, or more!<BR/><BR/>;-pCharles Montgomeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17489538189139910055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-1145659014088521542006-04-21T18:36:00.000-04:002006-04-21T18:36:00.000-04:00You are, like, normal, don't worry! :) My first t...You are, like, normal, don't worry! :) My first teaching position was in a middle school and I was size 6 and looked not much older than many of my students (wearing blue jeans, too -- it was Friday). One day, my principal stopped by in a middle of the collaborative activity and looked around for a few moments, obviously confused. She thought I was a student!Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11805932485542603182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20099192.post-1145637572995388072006-04-21T12:39:00.000-04:002006-04-21T12:39:00.000-04:00My favorite thing is getting handed fliers for fra...My favorite thing is getting handed fliers for fraternity foam parties while on my way to take the bus between campuses, often with little winks and "you should really come out"-type comments. It makes me giggle to think that one of these boys might end up in my class next semester and I'll remember is the fact that they were sitting next to a giant blow-up doll in a bikini handing out fliers for a "everyon-gets-leid" party or sume such thing. Hee.negativecapabilityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08014108944008633157noreply@blogger.com