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ezri -> RE: CW Underground (5/16/2008 1:11:57 PM)
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Something funny- Since I started going to the Community College in the art dept I have been surrounded by kids 16-26 with various degrees of modifications. No problem there. My eldest daughter dove into the art department. too. She took Painting I and there were a few of folks in there that were pierced from head to toe. There is this one guy, maybe 23, a really BIG fella that has this huge stud(gauge thing with a tooth or something on it?) in his one ear and earrings of varying sizes in his other ear as well as a tonge ring and lip and nose and tattoos up both arms and... you get the idea right? Well, he is an awesome guy- sweet as can be. He'd probably blush if I told him he was a big ol teddy bear. But at a distance... he can be a scary looking dude and the first time Trill's Beau came over to the Art dept to see her he near freaked when he saw Rich and some of his pals. it was nuts! he even asked if she was "Safe" over there when I wasn't there. [8D] like we'd let her take classes there if it wasn't *safe*.[8D] Another young man took a liking to trill- he had a few piercings and could sing the tenor part in choir but those folks were "too stuffy" for him. He was a vibrant fella, full of life and laughter. Again an awesome guy. Trill had done a painting and he really liked it himself. I came in with Trill's Beau one afternoon (trying to convince him that it was an ART LAB class and walking in and out was acceptable and encouraged) to show him Trill's work in progress. Duane was at the easel next to Trill and when Mr. B(the Beau) commented on how nice the painting was Duane said "Thanks, it was my idea." Mr. B just stood there dumbstruck as Trill shot back "Your idea! HA! I painted every stroke myself YOU get zero credit!" Punctiating every word with her paintbrush... Mr. B turned deathly white as Duane took her paint palette and walked out of the room calling back "That's It! I can't take this abuse any longer! It's over! I WANT A DIVORCE!" It took near the entire semester to convince Mr. B that Rich was a sweetheart and that Duane was really engaged to another gal that was in my Photo I class who did not mind that he needed a divorce from Trill. Trill also had a few pals in the music end of the hallway that were hesitant to come down on that end of the hall but when they saw I was there they ventured down that way. I think the one young lady is thinking about taking some graphic arts classes now. She had actually told trill that some of the folks down that way scared her silly and she would walk OUTSIDE in the rain to her car instead of walk down the hall past those classes. She laughs at herself for being so silly now. To be quite honest the ones down there that are not obviously modified are more scary in real life than those who are. I can think of one more than normal looking young man that I'd like to introduce to a bar of soap.[8|] ~ezri
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