Curse False-hand-holding Boys!

Every Girl On The Planet Was Familiar To One-last-time E-mail Checks.

I Did A Lot Of Research On A Couple Different Things. One Was, How Do People Handle Hating Themselves And Hating Others? And Hatred Is A Secondary Emotion, I Think; It Always Springs From Something Else ... Usually Fear, That's Probably What It Is. So I Looked A Lot At That.

Zoegirl: Have U Named The Chicks? Snowangel:yes, But I Keep Getting Them Mixed Up. So Now I Call All Of Them "squishy." They're The Collective Squishy. Zoegirl: *r* They Squishy? Snowangel: When You Squeeze Them,yes. But Not In A Yucky Way. Snowangel: They're Growing On Me, The Little Squishies. Altho 1 Of Them Pooped On My Pillow. Zoegirl: U Let Them On Your Bed? Snowangel: They Like It When I Bounce Them.

Is He A Sophomore?" Lydia Says. "please Tell Me He's In Our Grade." "i Don't Know," I Say. "but Weren't You There When He Came To The Office?" Peyton Says. "the Secretary Didn't Get Out Her Bullhorn And Announce What Grade He's In. She Just Took Him To Meet Headmaster Perkins.

Kids Are Smart. Knowledge Is Power. Let Them Figure Things Out. Don't Turn Into That Grown-up Who They Won't Come To.