tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post6065284323656888744..comments2024-03-16T10:04:07.161-04:00Comments on oonaballoona™ | by marcy harriell: strange, and a little bit left of centermarcy harriell | oonaballoonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-85055701331861423602012-06-02T23:52:10.525-04:002012-06-02T23:52:10.525-04:00If you replace "lace scarves" with "...If you replace "lace scarves" with "feather boas", and "homecoming queen" with "valedictorian" (which was an election in my school, wtf?), this is exactly my high school experience as well. <br /><br />My special teacher was Dr. Messer, a very sweet and rather stereotypically scatterbrained math genius. He taught my math 11 and 12 classes (and physics, comeSarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16969581295617570995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-89199510521654841172012-05-28T14:18:48.408-04:002012-05-28T14:18:48.408-04:00oh god. slam poetry. i have a fear of slam poetry...oh god. slam poetry. i have a fear of slam poetry (kind of like some have with clowns), i couldn't watch!!!!marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-85015828759273463632012-05-28T14:09:49.721-04:002012-05-28T14:09:49.721-04:00you are TOTALLY making up for it, you rebellious h...you are TOTALLY making up for it, you rebellious hanger of crafty yarned items in trees.<br /><br />i love your Mr I. he sounds like a teacher from a tim burton movie.marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-62504029832085377482012-05-28T14:07:59.273-04:002012-05-28T14:07:59.273-04:00you and ruggy had similar school theories: why do ...you and ruggy had similar school theories: why do all the homework when you can cut to the chase and get the A anyway.<br /><br />i'm picturing you smoking in the bathroom. please tell me you smoked in the bathroom.marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-81449582698328755372012-05-27T19:45:47.657-04:002012-05-27T19:45:47.657-04:00Oh, my favourite teacher ever was Mr I. He let us ...Oh, my favourite teacher ever was Mr I. He let us call him that. I got him for grade 3 and 4 and he was just such a lovely man. The year before at another school I'd had a truly terrible grade two teacher- and my little best friend, who was the TEACHERS PET, ended up with stress-related stomach cramps and missed quite a few days of school, so you can imagine how this horror treated the rest EmilyKatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202548680341378684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-33593471903579009542012-05-23T17:28:46.451-04:002012-05-23T17:28:46.451-04:00(Oh man, I've been on internet withdrawal for ...(Oh man, I've been on internet withdrawal for almost a week and it's taking me ages to catch up on all the cool.) <br /><br />OK, I think I got exactly the opposite label to yours: labelled a "good girl" because I got good grades and didn't talk back to teachers, but I was certainly NOT the school virgin and totally flew under the radar (I cut classes more than anybody, Another Sewing Scientisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02945784360747028884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-68540595363610651862012-05-21T20:23:38.296-04:002012-05-21T20:23:38.296-04:00we had a rope in ours and my mind jumped to it! i ...we had a rope in ours and my mind jumped to it! i never mastered either.marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-40532112488733379352012-05-21T20:22:55.351-04:002012-05-21T20:22:55.351-04:00girl, i wore the same shoes. my mom called them cl...girl, i wore the same shoes. my mom called them clodhoppers and i used chiffon ribbon for laces.marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-4498027721988783482012-05-19T20:27:02.244-04:002012-05-19T20:27:02.244-04:00Thanks to my hubby, sister, kiddies and the fabulo...Thanks to my hubby, sister, kiddies and the fabulous knitting and sewing blog community, I hear it much more often now!!Nettiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10005830016547676928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-60725232680226063682012-05-18T16:29:35.477-04:002012-05-18T16:29:35.477-04:00I was so weird that in grade school I made my mom ...I was so weird that in grade school I made my mom buy me the black wingtip oxford Buster Browns that the local stores stocked for the Hutterite Colony in our little town. I thought they were cool, but as you can imagine, they sort of stood out for kids not living in an anabaptist religious commune. Still, I wish I could find them again. The amazing thing is that I was so completely unaware of Sigridhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08946180982433360417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-51666030902875032112012-05-18T12:11:21.298-04:002012-05-18T12:11:21.298-04:00well, i hope you hear it quite often that you'...well, i hope you hear it quite often that you're ravishing now. and let's not get started on your booty.<br /><br />and i hope you do try to get in touch with your labonne (great name!). i bet it would mean the world to him.marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-27261823950369905552012-05-18T12:08:53.027-04:002012-05-18T12:08:53.027-04:00oh my god this made me laugh. i'm glad you cam...oh my god this made me laugh. i'm glad you came out the way you did!marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-12187442177028137732012-05-18T12:08:11.353-04:002012-05-18T12:08:11.353-04:00i love mr a!!! and i'm glad miss brooks didn&...i love mr a!!! and i'm glad miss brooks didn't kill your love for craft :)marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-18246107332111883842012-05-18T12:07:31.412-04:002012-05-18T12:07:31.412-04:00thanks, girl.
that must have been tough (unders...thanks, girl. <br /><br />that must have been tough (understatement much?) as a teen. makes carhartt chic stupendously trivial. <br /><br />i think you ought to prove your ski coach wrong AND share a post run beer... and then you ought to find that GC and... i don't know. do something mean. what an idiot, seriously.marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-19446053906064782962012-05-18T12:02:52.019-04:002012-05-18T12:02:52.019-04:00these stories are so great. i mean, i don't l...these stories are so great. i mean, i don't like to picture anyone teasing little tanit isis, but it's so interesting to see a little movie in my head of all my favorite bloggers going through whatever school was for them, and turning out to be amazing. if i'd been the new girl we would've been buddies:)marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-77990730817678886702012-05-18T11:57:23.730-04:002012-05-18T11:57:23.730-04:00ha! reverse, i love it! someone ought to do a mov...ha! reverse, i love it! someone ought to do a movie about the Secret Lives Of High School Students.marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-89714027677455353112012-05-18T11:56:22.221-04:002012-05-18T11:56:22.221-04:00were we twins?were we twins?marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-86690516996451452642012-05-18T11:55:58.739-04:002012-05-18T11:55:58.739-04:00i love that story!!!! i can totally imagine how mu...i love that story!!!! i can totally imagine how much i'd love walking into your classroom every day.marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-31103255575845166052012-05-18T11:55:11.596-04:002012-05-18T11:55:11.596-04:00it was just as nice for me to read this. and i ca...it was just as nice for me to read this. and i can't imagine having to defend yourself for doing one of the toughest jobs in the world. hi, i'm a Life Changer, what do <i>you</i> do for a living? :)<br />keep rocking it girl, and thank you for doing it!marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-48190141126272922622012-05-18T11:53:31.518-04:002012-05-18T11:53:31.518-04:00that's what i mean, every kid should have some...that's what i mean, every kid should have some support in there... i had many friends who were in the same situation as you. i'm glad you took that experience and became your creative funky self!!!marcy harriell | oonaballoonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07586073125331744719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-87419794906295709912012-05-17T18:22:01.699-04:002012-05-17T18:22:01.699-04:00I was teased pretty mercilessly in elementary scho...I was teased pretty mercilessly in elementary school. For my big eyes and skinny body. Back then, it was still possible to be friendly with both the pretty girls and the bullies and still get teased. As I got older, my skin toughened (externally, inside I was still a squishy mess), and most of the teasing stopped. I was still thin and awkward with big eyes, but it didn't seem to matter as Nettiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10005830016547676928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-19602818743035868142012-05-17T12:25:01.177-04:002012-05-17T12:25:01.177-04:00I was pretty much a non-entity until about second ...I was pretty much a non-entity until about second semester of freshman year when THE "bad boy" of the school noticed me. We got together and everyone was wondering who the hell I was. That started about 5 years of completely wasting my life. I was with him all through highschool. I probably could have done so much more in school. I was in honors my first year. I might have been a doctorCorinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12007687179647029638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-82340994600178968342012-05-17T11:07:09.677-04:002012-05-17T11:07:09.677-04:00Can barely remember my own teachers -- except for ...Can barely remember my own teachers -- except for Our Miss Brooks, the middle-school home ec teacher. Not one of my favorites, alas. My own child's high school teachers were mostly marvelous. Mr. A, the English teacher, for instance, would stand in the hallway and call out to his students by name, and tell them that he loved them. Each one of them would smile and wave and call back, "We LinBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15999430801003441981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-22131534848729767352012-05-17T10:41:12.221-04:002012-05-17T10:41:12.221-04:00Lovely post, Oona, and I loved your comment on Sun...Lovely post, Oona, and I loved your comment on Sunni's post, as well. I heard my own drummer for sure, wearing thrifted, wacky clothing that I'd slice into. And short skirts. Man, I can't believe this one skirt I wore with red patent leather shoes or combat boots! But, like you, I was one of the few virgins. Whatever, labels. And when I got voted "most creative dresser", I Lavenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15191348308370886666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229023062005372735.post-4956922707577728502012-05-17T10:37:17.077-04:002012-05-17T10:37:17.077-04:00That's an awesome post! I had no such shield i...That's an awesome post! I had no such shield in my middle school grades. I slunk around the edges. I discovered in grade four that I could *fit in* and hang with the popular kids if I tried really hard to be normal. At my best, I could manage being "the weird one" who was still accepted---and this was if I policed my words and dressed with as much boring conformity as possible. By Tanit-Isishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15824217102632813598noreply@blogger.com