The only Asian kid in my elementary school in a small town in Vermont was Bruce Powers. We all had a crush on him. My brother had a crush on his older sister, Amy. She had strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles. I suspect one of them was adopted.
The weekend that we discovered we were expecting the jBird, the power went out across the entire northeastern part of of the United States. I suspect it was a portent of things to come.
A friend and I once sang Snap's I've Got the Power while doing a semi-choreographed dance on the Great Wall of China. I suspect we gave the locals a mistaken impression of what Americans are like.
The state university where I finished my degree had excessive P.E. requirements for graduation, so in my last semester I signed up for back-to-back Power Walking classes starting at 7:00 AM, 3 days a week. That was the semester that I also developed bursitis in my right hip. I suspect it was caused by my extra, crooked vertebra, not because I was a wimp as my instructor was fond of telling me.
My dad used to say "money is power". He always told me to give money to people rather than lend it to them because I didn't want to have that sort of power over people. I suspect he was right.
The power ballad, More Than Words by Extreme, came on in the grocery store the other day. I sang at the top of my lungs. When my monkeys protested, I said "What?! This is so about my life!" and continued to sing. I suspect this will fall into the category of suppressed childhood memories.
In my house, the sentence "I'm going to power out a deuce" is in no way a reference to either tennis or cards. I suspect that you probably guessed that.
I don't understand the "power nap". A nap for me is a long, leisurely, drooly affair. I suspect I have been sleep-deprived for too long.
In a social psychology class in high school, I learned this concept: Whoever has the least interest in a relationship has the most power in said relationship. I spent several years trying to perfect feigning disinterest. I suspect that was ineffective.
A friend of mine posted this article the other day about stereotyping powerful women. I suspect that the stereotyping will end when we stop speaking in terms of powerful women and powerful men and instead speak of powerful people.
I find most definitions of power to be suspect.
The weekend that we discovered we were expecting the jBird, the power went out across the entire northeastern part of of the United States. I suspect it was a portent of things to come.
A friend and I once sang Snap's I've Got the Power while doing a semi-choreographed dance on the Great Wall of China. I suspect we gave the locals a mistaken impression of what Americans are like.
The state university where I finished my degree had excessive P.E. requirements for graduation, so in my last semester I signed up for back-to-back Power Walking classes starting at 7:00 AM, 3 days a week. That was the semester that I also developed bursitis in my right hip. I suspect it was caused by my extra, crooked vertebra, not because I was a wimp as my instructor was fond of telling me.
My dad used to say "money is power". He always told me to give money to people rather than lend it to them because I didn't want to have that sort of power over people. I suspect he was right.
The power ballad, More Than Words by Extreme, came on in the grocery store the other day. I sang at the top of my lungs. When my monkeys protested, I said "What?! This is so about my life!" and continued to sing. I suspect this will fall into the category of suppressed childhood memories.
In my house, the sentence "I'm going to power out a deuce" is in no way a reference to either tennis or cards. I suspect that you probably guessed that.
I don't understand the "power nap". A nap for me is a long, leisurely, drooly affair. I suspect I have been sleep-deprived for too long.
In a social psychology class in high school, I learned this concept: Whoever has the least interest in a relationship has the most power in said relationship. I spent several years trying to perfect feigning disinterest. I suspect that was ineffective.
A friend of mine posted this article the other day about stereotyping powerful women. I suspect that the stereotyping will end when we stop speaking in terms of powerful women and powerful men and instead speak of powerful people.
I find most definitions of power to be suspect.
