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Post by Clover on Mar 27, 2007 23:10:55 GMT -5
Aaah. Well, my school had orientation.. but we were already familiar, since the auditions had been held the year prior. And those were scary.
Oh, I should think it wouldn't be hard, Fox. You just explain to them that your school had english courses. Wierdly enough, a lot of people who learn English as a second language, or overseas, have a better grasp of the language then a native-speaker. Since a native speaker absorbs colloquialisms and vernaculars, and thus 'dirties' the language. ESL speakers learn ENGLISH. Not dialect. So technically, you're a purist. You could have said that.
They had COOKIES, poppy?! GAHNOTFAIR. And awwe, SA. Did they have Minor Niner week? Cause we had that. =__=
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Post by jaala on Mar 28, 2007 1:00:55 GMT -5
there's a trick for it i use all the time, i take all mah nerves and lock them in a box. I pretend that i'm someone supremely self confident.
Then after ah usually shake myself to pieaces
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Post by Trey on Mar 29, 2007 1:58:12 GMT -5
I usually just SPLEEN STEAL! *snatches Jaala's spleen*
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Post by bubbles on Mar 29, 2007 10:46:12 GMT -5
I first learned english from a fat italian guy with lots of chest hair. =D
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Post by The Star Fox on Mar 29, 2007 20:47:03 GMT -5
It's a lot harder when a 50 year old English professour is making eye at you... Trust me...
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Post by Clover on Mar 29, 2007 21:04:45 GMT -5
I think I'd rather have the old guy vs the gross guy. No offence or anything. At least old has a wealth of knowledge. The hairy guy is just...well..hairy. ^_^
Heh.. I don't have stress coping strategies. I just panic. And I literally blank out. I operate on muscle memory, apparently.
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Post by The Star Fox on Mar 30, 2007 18:54:33 GMT -5
She looked like a stretched leather bag hagging over bones...
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Post by child-of-fae on Apr 1, 2007 19:34:17 GMT -5
I remember asking my mother if I would be able to meet the guidance counselor, because all of my friends that are going to public schools met theirs. She lloked at me and replied: "You're going to Catholic school. They tell you where to go and you go there. You're like cattle." ....Not the most reassuring thing. And then I found out that there's a guy in my homeroom who could be the twin of a guy I used to be infatuated with. (Is infatuated the right word? I know it wasn't love.) I also think there's twins in my homeroom. At least, my friends said they were considering the look alike, walked in together, and have the same last name.
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Post by The Star Fox on Apr 1, 2007 21:10:54 GMT -5
Aren't you special??? My housemate and I have the same last name and looked alike when were in primary and early secondary education... then I got tall
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