As children throughout the country head back to school, many of them are probably muttering a few choice words about the prospect of returning to the classroom and the expected onslaught of homework. But can they utter those choice words and swear at their teachers? If they’re heading back to school in one town in England, then yes, they can.
According to a report in the U.K.’s Daily Mail, one school in the town of Wellingborough is allowing pupils to swear at teachers, providing they only do so no more than five times in a class. A tally of how many times the f-word is used will be kept and if the class exceeds the limit, they will be “spoken” to, the newspaper reported.
The school believes the policy will improve behavior, but parents and parliamentary members have condemned the rule and warned it would backfire.
According to the Daily Mail, assistant headmaster Richard White said the policy was aimed at 15- and 16-year-olds in two classes which are considered troublesome.
"Within each lesson the teacher will initially tolerate (although not condone) the use of the f-word (or derivatives) five times and these will be tallied on the board so all students can see the running score," the Daily Mail quoted White as writing in a letter. "Over this number the class will be spoken to by the teacher at the end of the lesson."
According to the report, headmaster Alan Large said he had received no complaints about the policy.
But Conservative member of parliament Ann Widdecombe said the policy was based on “Alice in Wonderland reasoning,” the Daily Mail reported. “What next? Do we allow people to speed five times or burgle five times? You don't improve something by allowing it, you improve something by discouraging it,” Widdecombe was quoted as saying.
The newspaper also reported that the 1,130-pupil school plans to send “praise postcards” to the parents of children who do not swear and who turn up on time for lessons.

I won’t go into depth about last night’s award show, as I wasn’t that interested (as evidenced by the fact I was watching “Inside the Actor’s Studio”). I will say that R. Kelly made a complete ass of himself in that travestshammockery (travesty, sham and mockery) of a lip syncing job he did last night. Why would he ever think that was cool? Why was he so bloody serious acting out everybody’s part?! Why the hell did he forget to lip sync half of the damn song?!?! *sigh*
Oh, and Shakira…is a STAR in my eyes after last night man. Geez! Her body is fricking disgusting! She shouldn’t even wear clothes…we should find the garden of eden and just let her roam free, dog, because…no what? I don’t even want to talk about it no mo’.
Easy!

Host:...did you graduate from Juliard?
Robin Williams: No. I did not graduate from Juliard, I have no degree. I have an honorary degree that I got from Juliard (pause) which is a lot like a nerf vibrator.
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That's frickin' hilarious.

First you want me
& then you don't
Say you'll call me
then you won't
I've been nothing but honest
you've mastered the abstract
I know you want me
at least in part
but I can't have you
and you can't have my heart
if only you could commit
to the notion of committing
to letting go
and being free
with me
without rules
without games
just sincere sentiments
and the satisfaction of knowing
i'd do the same
for you

For those who may be curious as to why I haven’t hit the journal up in a minute: everything is cool, relatively speaking. I honestly just wanted to see how many people would contribute to my impromptu little survey. Almost 2 weeks, only 5 responses. But, I’m thankful to the 5 who did respond, cause you see, I find it interesting to see how you react to what I write, just as some of you are interested by what I write. It’s a mutual thing in that aspect, but I digress.
Got a few things on my mind still, less relationship-based, and more life-based, now. Hey, I’m featuring for the first time in ages on 9/8 @ the Mocha Hut in DC, and it’s a fre set….so, if you’re around, feel free to come through and watch me awkwardly try to get back into form. I am also scheduled to feature on 10/13 @ Notre Maison in Baltimore. So, if that’s more convenient, I’ll see you there!
I would tell you about the comedy that happened at my Great Great Uncles funeral, but I don’t feel like it. I will just say to the gold-toothed preacher who conducted services, that you should steer away from words like “magnificent” if you have a severe speech impediment. I assure you, your shameless use of the letter ‘s’ was comedy at its bestl. But on the real, R.I.P. Uncle Willie, you’re with your baby now. Be happy.
And on that note, I’m going to wind down for now. I hope to hear from you guys soon, y’hear?
Easy!

What is the point of ticketing a car with a boot on it? Seriously? I saw this meter maid doing this on my way to work, and I was thiiiiiiiiiiiiis close to hollering that very question to her from across the street. I mean, the main reason people typically get booted is because they haven't paid their parking tickets.

On another note, reader feedback will be required for the following section...and don't be party poopers either. This will be fun. It's simple:
Name one or two things that make that would be sexy person, unsexy.

Ex: A severe turn off for me is bad teeth and/ or bad breath.

They don't have to be physical attributes, it can be personality, hygeine, whatever. Feel free to post your comments below, on the message/bored?, or email me your thoughts.

I ain't forgot...
R.I.P. Donya. I love ya babe.

I would like to say
That
You and I
Could be wonder full
Amazing onlookers
We could be
The formula for
The next sappy romantic movie
Except
We would be the genuine article
Magnetically attracted particles
That sought each other out
Across the cosmos
A toast
To what we could be
Have been
Lovers
Friends
Passion
lust
I would like to say
That you and I
Could make
Beautiful music
But
I am more satisfied
With the notion of
Making
Beautiful us
More enamored with the thought of
Trust
Excited with the idea of being able to touch
You
In places that don’t exist
What
Is this?
I don’t know
But
I was just thinking
That maybe
You
And I
Could make beautiful possibilities
Potentially
Maybe
Don’t you think?
I don’t know
I
Was just
Thinking

I’ve got a lot on mind…basically been thinking about my relationships, and which ones need to be repaired, worked on left alone or let go. Also been thinking about life, in general. Although I totally feel that teaching was an incredible life experience; I wonder how things would be different had I not taught. Had I not taught, I wouldn’t own my place, or have written Babylon Songs, I wouldn’t have met my good friend Helena (Happy birthday, babe), I wouldn’t have been unemployed during the time after 9/11. Of course, all this is speculation, but I’m certain that I wouldn’t be where I am from a maturity stand point had I not done the teaching thing. Thing is, it was never something I set out to do, but something I did out of wanting to give back. This wasn’t something I saw in the life plan, y’know?
So, I’ve been trying to figure out how I “get back on track”. The funny thing is, this will probably propel me in ways I couldn’t even imagine to do great things. I always wanted to be rich, fame was a nice thought, but I’m too anti-social and to myself to really want fame. Nah, just give me the money, and the opportunity to help improve people’s lives; that’ll do fine for me. A 9- 5 is no way to make a living though man. You spend your entire life dying in cubicle? A morbid point of view, but, a valid one. I’ve been praying for God to put me on that path to greatness…mainly because I believe I’m pretty much ready to handle it, whatever “it” may be.
I’ve got so many ideas, but I don’t feel I’m in the right space to get them out… It’s frustrating feeling, because I know that in some ways I’m hindering myself, and preventing my own growth. But, there are some things that just kill my creative side…like work.
Don’t let me seem like I’m complaining about work. I take whatever job I have seriously, sometimes too seriously. I’m a damn good worker, and know that I have to get up to provide for myself…and to get the things I like. I grew up middle-class, and upper-middle class. So, I have to work to get the things that I like. Which may sound uppity, but I’m far from that. Give me some new DVD’s and CD’s (an occasional game) and I’m generally good. My crib is comfortable, so I don’t feel I need to add a bunch of things just for the sake of materialism, God has blessed me with a lot. Plus, I know what it’s like to not have a job…that is not fun…at all.
Just explaining why I haven’t been writing in the journal. The material to write about is there, but I don’t know how to really get it out.
On another note, I happened to turn on the TLC reality show on UPN, and saw a chick I went to Elementary, Junior High and High School with. That was funny, in a weird way. I didn’t even know she sang. But then again, she prolly ain’t know I did poetry. The figure and tummy action was looking splendiferous, though. Whoa, gotta go…I’ll holla.
One.