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		<title>HormonE-Z</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Editor’s note: Once in awhile, we at Internet Zillionaire like to open the doors of authorship to one of our frequent commenters. Sometimes they have a thought, gripe, or story they would like to share. Today, Miss Chantilly Stevens has something she&#8217;d like to get off her chest. I think you’ll find that her perspective [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Editor’s note:</strong> <em>Once in awhile, we at Internet Zillionaire like to open the doors of authorship to one of our frequent commenters.  Sometimes they have a thought, gripe, or story they would like to share.  Today, Miss Chantilly Stevens has something she&#8217;d like to get off her chest.  I think you’ll find that her perspective brings a certain classiness not usually associated with boob humor (or this blog). </em></p>
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I used to snoop as a child.  There was this drawer in my mother&#8217;s dresser where she would put all of her &#8220;extras&#8221;—the Tooth Fairy&#8217;s tooth collection, birthday cards, clip-on earrings and a large collection of cotton and poly-fiber shoulder pads. I can remember taking those shoulder pads, with the Velcro strips on one side, and stacking them inside my double A bra.  I must, I must, I must increase my bust with one of the finest 80&#8242;s inventions, removable shoulder pads.</p>
<p>Why do I tell you this?  Today at school I observed one of my favorite students, we&#8217;ll call her Chelsea, with a new look.  I get the best parts of these students&#8217; lives, in the middle of all the &#8220;What&#8217;s happening to me?&#8221;   (Which, by the way, was how my parents told me about puberty, by putting that book on my bed.)</p>
<p>In class today my students were creating superheroes to be placed around the school. These paper cutouts would hopefully be a catalyst for change in the hallways. Today was the first day of the assignment and also the most raw.  Most ideas at first are typical, &#8220;Hey Miss Stevens, what about Plunge-O?!  And Poo is his nemesis!!&#8221; or &#8220;How about Homework Ninja?&#8221; But would Plunge-O really change their lives?  Would they even be able to let Ninja into the building with all the security?  There has to be something that will really change their lives.  I suggested <strong>HormonE-Z</strong>, the superhero who could speed up puberty!  As much as they laughed I knew it was all too painfully true, especially when I saw Chelsea.</p>
<p>Chelsea is a fun loving girl who was made over last summer and finally got rid of her <strong>a)</strong> unibrow (which I thought was cool) and <strong>b)</strong> the ribbons that matched each of her pink outfits.   Someone had gotten to her and told her what was and was not O.K.  As Chelsea was doing a ballet move across the floor, while holding and practicing her flute I noticed that Chelsea had some wrinkles of cloth underneath her shirt.  I thought, “hmmm&#8230; Chelsea&#8230;gosh she&#8217;s always in such a rush she must have forgotten to pull her undershirt down.”  So I thought I would help her out by enlightening her of the situation.  How dumb am I?   Of course she knew.  I was made quickly aware of that fact when she put her head down and stumbled for her words saying, &#8220;umm, yeah, um&#8230;”  Oh yes I remember this feeling—its the I&#8217;m-not-in-my-own-universe feeling, or the holy-shit-I-thought-this-was-the-perfect-plan feeling.</p>
<p><em>My discovery:</em> Chelsea had rolled her tanktop under her t-shirt in order to simulate a larger chest, the chest she is hoping to achieve one day.  After I told her she didn&#8217;t fix it.  Oh no, that would be addressing the truth of the situation.  The best part was that she subtly adjusted the arrangement.   She must have thought, &#8220;This looked so good this morning!”  I&#8217;ve been there&#8230;</p>
<p>Ahhh to be a witness to these moments, I may have the coolest job ever.</p>
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