So, I'm running an experiment on Polio today for a bunch of Safety Patrol kids from Florida. They're all dressed in blue shirts, with the little neon belt thing, and baseball caps. Basically, they all look alike. Most of the group are boys...apparently, one was not. I didn't think much about it.
While the kids are washing their hands, their chaperone comes up to me and says, "She's a girl."
"What?" I reply, very confused.
"You called her a he, she's a she."
"Did I?" I respond, honestly not thinking about it.
"Yeah, don't worry though, it happens all the time."
Ouch. I can't decide whether it's better or worse that it happens all the time, or better or worse that my subconcious didn't even pick up on the fact that there was a she in the group. The girl didn't notice though, thankfully, and seemed to enjoy the experiment quite a bit.
I'm really starting to believe in the non-gendered pronoun.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
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I just found this, which you should remember. From the Geocache near the Y.
"This cache was severly frozen over; had a hard time opening it. The plastic bag inside is broken, the log is wet, so we wrote on our own paper. Doesn't need anymore pens, there are tons. Took a "Dollywood" lanyard, left a giant armyman. Coordinates were 20 ft. off. "
Awww, touching.
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