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Pink Shirt Day:How Bullies Made Me Gidge

posted by Gidge Uriza

When I was in High School, I was plagued by being smart enough to take classes ahead of my own grade level. My sophomore year I ended up in a Senior Level biology class, and had this misfortune to take a seat in the midst of three jock bullies on day one of class.

I should’ve known, should’ve switched seats when I heard one of them whisper “This chick looks smart, let’s get her at our table she can do all the work.”

And our teacher, intimidated by the fact that at 17 years old these mongrols were man sized – turned the cheek as week after week they harrassed and bullied me.  They would steal my work and copy it, break anything of mine they could get their hands on. They’d pull stools out from under me so that I’d fall when I tried to sit down, poke me with pins so that I would move my arm that they could copy my work.

But the most annoying thing they’d do, believe it or not, was call me Gidget at first and then after weeks passed – Gidge. Oh my god their neanderthal brains thought that this was hilarious – as my RL name is Bridgette. THE SHEER WIT OF IT NEARLY COLLAPSED THEM WITH LAUGHTER. Continue reading

In Love With Sysy's Lucy Sweater and Scarf Set

posted by Gidge Uriza

This sweater and scarf set was right on the money, given the arctic blast that is gripping most of the U.S. I had to dress Gidge up warm, lest she catch a cold. The Lucy sweater from Sysy’s has GREAT scarf options – you can wear it around the waist cinched or around your neck – I couldn’t pick so I wore both. Continue reading

What To Do on a Saturday Night? RIDE A WILD PANDA!

posted by Gidge Uriza

Well whenever I’m bored on the grid, it never ceases to amaze me the amusements I can find at Sn@tch, even when I am NOT shopping. For instance, last night I rode a bucking Panda Bear.

I’ve got really good form don’t you think? Continue reading

Two Little Girls In Braids

posted by Gidge Uriza

Sometimes when you make a friend you feel a bond that you don’t really understand the root of, but it’s definitely there.  What I have learned after almost two years of knowing Cajsa is that our bond was formed in the centuries old tradition of the Women of Northern Europe. Continue reading