This guest post is by a lovely, beautiful blogger friend named Grace. Grace lives in Mexico with her little family of three. She and I found each other through the online PPD connections: She is a fellow “warrior momma.” She writes so eloquently about her battles and shares her joys through words and gorgeous pictures on her blog, Arms Wide Open. I am always in awe of how she can put what she is feeling (and what I feel too) into words. I am so honored that she agreed to write about her battle with going to public school. Enjoy her post! Oh, and don’t forget to follow her on twitter!
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I thought about writing a chipper post about fall in Oregon, where I grew up, and the crunchy leaves and the crisp air and the sunshine in September.
Hee hee…SBD…that is too funny. Mustaches unite!!
Can't believe how much you actually remember. Funny stuff.
katie! i'm linking up now! thanks for letting me meet your readers today!
SBD. That's hot. Love it! 😉
Hahaha…I love this. Good old public schools. I turned out fine. Also? I too used to make the big trip up to Portland for school shopping…we thought it was SO cool.
Might not make you feel any better, but these things happened in private schools, too — sadly I think it's all part of having a crowd of kids together in a room under any circumstances. Which is one of the MANY reasons I'm no longer a high school teacher. Glad you survived so well!
Sideburns. 9th grade.
Jewish girls too baby! lol
haha, molly! love me some girl sideburns!
i'm reading all these comments ladies & lovin them. 🙂
I'm impressed with what all you remembered! Although, I am wondering if we grew up in the same Oregon. Labor day has passed, and there is officially not a ray of sunshine to be seen. 🙂
SBD?!? You? A Gangster!?! hahaha!!
Love you, Grace!