Does anyone have a link to this scan? It is the customs paperwork that one of (the first?) the moon landing teams (Armstrong & company?) had to fill out to declare the moon rocks they brought back. I think the customs place was in Hawaii. It was hilarious declaring the origin of the object: "Moon".
sorry, but IMHO fattening up one's high school portfolio just to get into a prestigious college is just pathetic. no freakin kid of mine is gonna be an overachiever. children should be taught to do what they enjoy, to find pleasure and meaning in activities. jumping through hoops in school makes for a dull life of more hoops jumping when we become adults, hence dispicable career-obsessed yuppies with not a shred of human dignity left in them.
the father went back to work at his tech job? didn't sit down to talk it out with the boy? uh,... i see a viscious cycle of the meek overachieving child with no singular personal creative thought whose identity is built on trying to please others. not good. not good at all, hence the tradegy and the parent's bewilderment and inability to find answers.
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Does anyone have a link to this scan? It is the customs paperwork that one of (the first?) the moon landing teams (Armstrong & company?) had to fill out to declare the moon rocks they brought back. I think the customs place was in Hawaii. It was hilarious declaring the origin of the object: "Moon".
Yes, paperwork will never die.
sorry, but IMHO fattening up one's high school portfolio just to get into a prestigious college is just pathetic. no freakin kid of mine is gonna be an overachiever. children should be taught to do what they enjoy, to find pleasure and meaning in activities. jumping through hoops in school makes for a dull life of more hoops jumping when we become adults, hence dispicable career-obsessed yuppies with not a shred of human dignity left in them.
the father went back to work at his tech job? didn't sit down to talk it out with the boy? uh,... i see a viscious cycle of the meek overachieving child with no singular personal creative thought whose identity is built on trying to please others. not good. not good at all, hence the tradegy and the parent's bewilderment and inability to find answers.