I read somewhere that it affects how you see color. For example, a red piece of paper was shown to a native English and a native Hindi speaker. After a while, they showed them an orange piece of paper and asked if it was the same color. Most English speakers said no, but most people who spoke Hindi, where they don't have separate words for orange and red, said yes. They did a similar test with English and Russian (where they have different words for light and dark blue) speakers. The English speakers thought they were the same color, but the Russian speakers could tell the difference.
At first I read this as "Chase, the black guy" as if Chase was the name of the black guy. I wondered why that would be an appropriate name for any sport.
Nature's first green is gold,
her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
so Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
In my elementary school we had the "Olympics" every year. It was basically like field day. We got the whole day off to participate in little competitions like races, jump roping, etc. Usually there were 12-13 people for each event, and first through fifth place would get a ribbon.
Then so many annoying parents complained that their kids didn't receive any/enough ribbons, the school had to completely change it. They weren't cancelled, but they were only half a day long, you couldn't choose what activities you did, and you had to stay with your class and do group activities.
I'm extremely unathletic and never won ribbons, but I (along with every kid) hated the new Olympics.
I feel like this story is somehow relevant to your post.
OMG, I laughed too! I would get a smiley face henna tattoo on my face or hand or somewhere obvious, and if the school said anything to me, I'd yell "IT'S FOR MY FALLEN HOMIES!"
Let's start a club.
I read somewhere that it affects how you see color. For example, a red piece of paper was shown to a native English and a native Hindi speaker. After a while, they showed them an orange piece of paper and asked if it was the same color. Most English speakers said no, but most people who spoke Hindi, where they don't have separate words for orange and red, said yes. They did a similar test with English and Russian (where they have different words for light and dark blue) speakers. The English speakers thought they were the same color, but the Russian speakers could tell the difference.
At first I read this as "Chase, the black guy" as if Chase was the name of the black guy. I wondered why that would be an appropriate name for any sport.
Again, I suggest "you're a big bag of sexy flakes"
The DMV lady made me wrestle her.
I always make other people kill bugs for me, even if they're a girl.
I'm not sexist, I'm just a wimp.
That is not acceptable. You have to run track. It is your destiny.
Nature's first green is gold,
her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
so Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
In my elementary school we had the "Olympics" every year. It was basically like field day. We got the whole day off to participate in little competitions like races, jump roping, etc. Usually there were 12-13 people for each event, and first through fifth place would get a ribbon.
Then so many annoying parents complained that their kids didn't receive any/enough ribbons, the school had to completely change it. They weren't cancelled, but they were only half a day long, you couldn't choose what activities you did, and you had to stay with your class and do group activities.
I'm extremely unathletic and never won ribbons, but I (along with every kid) hated the new Olympics.
I feel like this story is somehow relevant to your post.
I think I've seen this on another website before...
OMG, I laughed too! I would get a smiley face henna tattoo on my face or hand or somewhere obvious, and if the school said anything to me, I'd yell "IT'S FOR MY FALLEN HOMIES!"
I was here first. I made the hair flip popular. I made girls faint. I was the teenage hottie. I was the boy who sang like an angel. I was every girls dream. Now, every girl in the world loves you.
Sincerely,
Jesse McCartney, amirite?
Dear Jesse McCartney,
Don't play that game. I was here first.
Sincerely, Aaron Carter
From this day forward, it will be called cholangy.
"I'm starving! I'm going to get lunch."
"I'll go with you. I'm pretty cholangy."
Not.
Your username is offensive to Hitler.