On Teaching And How I Learned Not To Stab People With Scissors

When I was in kindergarten, Mrs. Wilson taught us how to pass scissors.

Gripping them by the blades, rather than the handle, she passed them, safety-side-first, to her teacher’s aide, Mrs. Martin. Mrs. Martin then turned them around and passed them back. Then they showed us the “wrong” way to do it. Mrs. Wilson took them by the handle and thrust the blade at Mrs. Martin. We oohed and tsked judgmentally at this act of unprovoked aggression.
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Vince McMahon Lives In My Mosque

Warning: This Post Contains Graphic Images That Your Kids Probably Already Watch On TV.

“Suck it.”
Did he really just say that?
“Suck it.” This time he held his hands high, crossed them and smacked them against his thighs, gesturing to his crotch.
That was, uhh, unexpected.

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