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  • Which one, there's a lot. I just started up this one with this creepy intro, I'm kind of afraid now. Doesn't help that I'm home alone.
    Well, I've just always seen myself as one of the crazies. I love reading, which I know a lot of other people do, and I like teachers other people don't like. And I'm slightly antisocial. And I want to be homeschooled and be cut off from other people. I'm just crazy compared to others.
    No. I don't beat people up. Except my sisters, but they're not people, they're...animals. I just say how good I think he is.
    Yeah. And it didn't help that he had a classroom full of sharp equitment that students could hurt themselves on. So everyone said mean things about him. He's actually really nice, or at least he was when my mom took me to the extra hours workshops.
    We made shelves. They're pretty cool, I gave mine to my parents for Christmas. They have hooks on the bottom. He didn't have a beard ironically. No one really likes Mr. Beard, I'm one of the few people that do.
    A fancy way to say woodshop. Mr. Beard, the teacher, insisted that it was more then woodshop and thus should be called Industrial Tech.
    Sixth. They just explained how everything was going to go down in future grades. In sixth you do this thing called the Wheel where you have to try all the electives for a few weeks. That's how I found my love of Industrial Tech.
    We had two, and in seventh grade they teach you a few words in different languages and in eighth you get to choose which one you want.
    The Foreign Language teacher at my middle school was really nice, I liked her. I can say part of some alphabet, I just don't know what language.
    I'm learning a small bit of Spanish with the Rosetta Stone program, but I haven't done it in a while so I don't know much. And of course I know the regular foreign phrases that float around.
    Yeah, my mom's a stay at home mom, so she teaches us and runs two Girl Scout troops. And my dad owns two small buisinesses, one he and my mom started and the new one he's opening with a partner. So my mom teaches us Grammar, History, and Science, and we have a workbook for language. And she helps us with our math books as necessary.
    Yeah. I've had some pretty good conversations with the three year old next door just by talking to her like I would anyone else. I just make sure to use words she understands.
    That's what I see it as. The demigods seem to be though of as being just as powerful as the Gods, so all you had to do was claim you were a demigod and if some fool believed you then you were made powerful in his eyes. I never watched Mr. Rogers when I was a kid.
    I don't think human ambition is evil, I think we'll always want ourselves to be equal to or greater then God. Obviously though we can't. Maybe that's why the Greeks believed in demigods, perhaps they were really believing that there were some among them with powers as great as Gods and such?
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