the young people in our hall were counseled not to hug or kiss on the cheek. the elders told us it was inapropriate. it's really hard for me not to do those things because 1 my culture is like th...
i don't know what you're talking about all the time when you say "your culture", because you live 15 mins south of me, and you have pretty much lived there your whole life, right? like, are your pa...
oh please you know what i mean. i was raised more like a european than an american. my italian heritage made me the person i've grown to become. it is my culture. how many americans can say tha...
(yeah seinfeld rules that was the one where elaine had to sit at the kiddie table) anyway are you REALLY european...have you ever worn a uniform to school, have you ever wished you were American, have you ever played on cobblestone streets before having an espresso and a belgian waffle with choclate in a bistro while you waited for the rain to stop?
she must be european...i picked that up from her insulting comment about me and all my broken home friends. (jk...eating dinner as a family must be cool, tho. i'll have to wait until the new system to see what that's like. i'll be a first-generation dinner-together-eater)
i insulted you??
jk = just kidding (i could never take offense...but i am jealous) ;)
no jealousy. it's all good.
yeah well, this system sux...i just realized i'm at least a 4th generation broken home...and i hate it!
(haha and we have kiddie tables at dinner!) no uniforms. i would never wish to be american because patriotism is wrong. my heart belongs in italy where yes i've played on cobblestone streets before having an espresso but it was a sfoiatelli i had while waiting for the rain to stop.
haha i we used to have to sit at the kid's table too. i always wished that i was at the adult table. now that i can sit there, i realize how boring it is and wish i was back at the kids table. i used to love sunday family dinners at my grandparents.
sitting at the big table wasn't so great cus they usually put me on the end by the dog or where two tables meet where it's impossible to keep your dish flat. i miss ma and pa so much. i always think of him when someone overcooks pasta.