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Showing posts with label question. Show all posts

Sunday, October 11, 2009

travel diary 2



valdosta waycross douglas tifton

over the years, while sitting behind a table at college fairs, i've made several observations about the high school students i've seen and frankly, if these are our future leaders i pray not to live to old age. below is the most random things i've seen and encountered.

1. why do so many high schools students have massive visible tattoos? do parents actually go with their children to a tattoo shop and sign a consent that allows their 16 year olds to receive tattoos? or do kids go out on their 18th birthday and get every tattoo they've ever wanted in one day?

2. has no one ever told a child that if you decide to take a tech prep program in high school that you've pretty much decided that you don't want to go to college?

3. why do the dumbest kids want to be doctors? why do the most unfashionable kids want to major in fashion?

4. student: do y'all have a medical school?
me: no, but we have biology and a pre medical program.
student: oh, I don't want to have to transfer schools. i just want to go to medical school
do you really think you're just going to graduate high school and be allowed to go straight into medical school?!

ultimately, this job has made me fear having children because i'm so afraid of their teenage years.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

the tell all

yesterday i sped home from Montgomery to catch the day's episode of oprah. mckenzie phillips was the guest du jour disclosing ALL of her business: her incestous relationship with her pappi! ick. nast! she actually told ALL of the americas and ALL countries in several languages of the world that she willingly sexed her daddy for 10 years. while watching, the only thing I could think was why? not why she slept with her dad, i wouldn't dare delve into that hot mess. but why tell everyone? why set yourself as an easier target for judgement? why let a family secret out of the bag? why not just talk it up to a psychiarist? why do we (celebs esp.) feel the need to disclose our deepest and darkest secrets?



honestly, i can't relate. i'm a big secret keeper. i'm already a super private person so its easy for me not to reveal aspects of my life, even the mundane aspects.

so what makes celebs, or even us average people, confess to secrets that could have remained a secret otherwise?

i suppose the sense of relief is the reason. forgiveness....self forgiveness, can also be a factor. but what do these confessions of past transgessions do for the person, or people, you actually tell it to besides create truly awkward future encounters?