Yesterday we we had a wee flight. 2 walked in, Q & R. Q seemed clued in...until.
We are Quitters. At a certain bastion of privilege & ignorance, which shall go nameless
at orientation we stood in a circle on the quad. We held hands. We sang kumbaya, turned to our left, and proceeded to bring our new classmate to a state of gratification. All at once. Not easy.
The afterglow involved taking our sticky hand and rejoining it to the right classmate. Then, the Grand Poobah explained that one of our new found friends would not be at graduation. My 'special' friend lost both his new friends. He kissed like a cow.
your children look too normal
what's wrong with them?
quitters don’t like WASPs
Mr. Turow's book was about how difficult he found a different bastion of privilege and ignorance. Perhaps, no judgment here, just a thought, he and the other geniuses are too stupid to pull the establishment
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out of their mouth. The problem We had with slew, and the problem others who are labeled quitters because they leave insufficiently diverse environments have is that there was too much DWEM thinking, too many White Allen Steven Protestants.
Another example, last We heard, my secondary school only teaches European languages. How many students has BHS failed because European thought is insufficiently diverse?
