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Princess Diana’s physical appearance

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I don’t care about Royalty. I judge people for what they are or at least how I perceive them to be. To me, Diana Spencer, better known as Princess Diana; or Diana, Princess Of Wales; was nothing to honor. She might’ve been when it came to personality. I don’t know, but certainly wasn’t when it came to looks.

She looked like a man even when faked up in makeup. I think that mostly had to do with the vertical extension of her nose. It’s the one part of her face I can cover with my thumb to make her look more attractive. I’m not saying she was ugly because I don’t think she was; just that I’m not into dudes.

my rating : 2 of 5

2012

my school field trips

Some of my most cherished memories are being at school as a kid and some of the most cherished among them are the field trips. It was a rare occurrence. I remember only one trip in high school and one in middle school, but I went on a few in elementary. I don’t know how many, but I remember boarding the yellow bus with my packed lunch; sort of flat and somewhat soggy but delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwiches come to mind; on at least a few occasions.

They were experiences I liked at the time but hold much more dear in retrospect. Memories are sparse, but the best of them include a trip to The Detroit Science Center; I remember us watching an Imax feature; an Alice In Wonderland stage play; I remember our teacher wondering how they were going to make Alice fall down the rabbit hole; and the city of Lansing. Michael Bell peed his pants during the Lansing trip but was so well liked that nobody made fun of him.

We may have also went to Belle Isle, The Detroit Zoo and other places. I can’t remember. I do remember going to The Detroit Institute Of Arts probably the same day we went to the Science Center. I think that’s when we had a cute light-skinned girl; an older girl in her teens or twenties; helping us. I made a small puddle of paint on construction paper, or whatever it was they gave us to paint on, and she told me it would “never” dry. I figured it eventually would.

It was also during an elementary school field trip, on the bus in those green cushy seats, that I got a glimpse of Ebony’s tits… or nipples. They hadn’t yet developed into full tits. We were sitting in opposite aisles toward the front of the bus. She was leaning over with a tank top on. When I looked up into the driver’s rear-view mirror, there they were. I took advantage of the situation by looking up a few times but restrained myself from staring for fear of getting caught.

I don’t think I can count our fifth grade senior trip to Boblo Island since it hardly falls under the definition of a “field” trip. It was more for fun than education, but Miss Stewart’s middle school science trip, which took all or most of our class, including my best friend Derrel, was quite literally a blast. We launched rockets that day. My one high school field trip of sorts; the time Miss Sanneh took us to see Bring In Da Noise Bring In Da Funk; was also a fun experience.

the time I was falsely accused of “freaking” a girl in elementary school

I was in elementary school; fifth grade. To “freak” someone back then meant to pin them against a wall or fence and dry-hump them by rubbing your fully-clothed body against theirs. I remember a female teacher asking another what the term meant during the aftermath of this very incident. It’s something the boys would do to the girls, especially during outside recess when we kids were less restricted. Some of the girls liked it, I guess depending on who the boy was or who was watching, but it seems most didn’t. That’s where me being falsely accused of what is essentially a sex crime comes into play.

This one girl was gang-freaked by a group of boys during recess one day. At least that’s what she alleged. I don’t know if she said whether the boys took turns or did it all at once, but she was apparently upset about it; I remember her crying; and I was named as one of the assailants. I don’t even remember being around during the attack. I don’t even know if it was her who initially accused me. One of the other kids could’ve mentioned my name. In either case, there I was; on the chopping block with at least three other boys; facing big trouble in the form of the school notifying our parents, getting suspended or worse.

Lucky for us it never went that far because our homeroom teacher; Miss Daniels; didn’t take it as seriously as she could have. There was tension in the air; people talking and whispering about it; but she kept her cool. That’s one thing I liked about her. She was cool. She did punish us in her own way though; it was later that same day, I’m almost sure; by calling us alleged freakers to the front of the class one by one and smacking each of us on the hand with a ruler or some other wooden object. It stung like heck, but I didn’t really mind. Nor did I protest my innocence. I was just glad I wasn’t getting in real trouble for it.