Winnie's the shit

Good for him .

I love Winnie the Pooh. Always have, even though saying that as an adult marks you as a bit...twee.

My mother-in-law bought me a Pooh sweatshirt one year. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I have vowed never to be one of those women. And you know exactly who I'm talking about, don't you? Holiday-themed sweaters with matching turtlenecks, Disney character earrings, and mom jeans.

And if that describes your wardrobe, you need to stop it right now. Unless you're a first grade teacher. Then it's your uniform.

De question

On the first night of class, every semester, my students have to introduce themselves. The purpose is twofold; I get a jump on trying to match 20+ names to 20+ faces, and it gets them past that first mortifying communication apprehension speedbump.

However, I detest the "share your name/grade/major" introduction format, so I make them share their name and either the worst movie they've ever seen (and why it sucked), or I ask them to answer this question:

If you have to get a tattoo, where would it be located and what would it be? And you must get one; doesn't matter if you have one or several or none already. I'm always fascinated by their answers.

So, my few in-the-computer friends, what's your answer?*


*Mine would be on my arm, and would read "Love One Another". In case you wondered.