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I don't remember what time I went to bed when I was eight years old, but I feel like it was some reasonable time, like before nine o'clock. The trend with my students seems to be that they are in charge of setting their own bedtime. Think about it. What eight year old in their right mind will go to bed any earlier than one a.m.? Especially when there's wrestling to be seen... There are not words to express how much I dislike WWE.

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Jessamyn Harris said…
the WWE may not actually be as bad as you think. I mean, I haven't actually watched it, but my friend produced a bay area (sacramento) wrestling show along the same lines and surprisingly to me, it was super duper awesome fun. I never knew!
10:05 PM
Goatie said…
I'm going to hazard a guess that her distaste of it stems more from the pupils trying to immitate what they saw on TV as opposed to just disliking it for what it is.
8:23 AM
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