A Brief History of All Things Us

It all started with a dream. The dream of a doe-eyed, baby faced adolescent boy who aspired to one day share his love of all things hairy with the world through a mediocre mustache based magazine. One etymology project, four staff members, and five days later, Handlebar Magazine was born. So sit back and shave your worries for later. It's time for the hairy truth.

Thursday, December 6, 2012


Having a mother as a German teacher is not always that easy, parents as teachers at all is hard because I get the feeling they force you to behave perfectly in school, that’s how my mother always is. I can talk with her about everything, girl fights , the new York fashion week couples breaking up , all the stars and my friends and just stuff in my head but poor me when I tell her that it was so loud in our class that the principle had to come and clam us down. “That’s not appropriate charlotte!” ,was all I got from her than and a mean and evil teacher look which she usually just uses for bad teenagers in her class. Anyways that my mom is a German teacher is also really beneficial. Starting when I wasn’t even born, she read stories to me form the newspaper, a historical book or science fiction or love stories and even thrillers. I listened with a lot of joy and pleasure to the poems she was telling me about, which her students in class had to learn, and once she started the poem she got really into it and ended sometimes up in tears especially for “John Maynard”. Fascinated through this I always end up reading books or poems she is talking about. My mother is first of all the best mother in the world but I also understand now why she always wants me to listen to everything what deals with literature because there are so many people out there who don’t even know who Shakespeare was and how his writing influenced the society, there are a lot of really talented writers out there and my mother brings the stories she reads to life just in the way she is presenting it in a gesticular manner.

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