Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
- Me: Here is your assignment written on the board. Everyone needs to be looking up here and listening. You are to read page 234 and answer questions 1-5. That’s page two-thirty-four and numbers one through five. Any questions?
- Me: And finally, the correct answer to number 30 is 4,208.5 cm. Any questions?
- Me: When I call your name for roll, please raise your hand. Michael?
- Sixth Grade student, after watching a theatre film that mentioned concubines (and feigning an innocent look): What is a concubine?
- Me: …And that’s your assignment. Any questions?
- (Question I hear at least once per week.)
- High school student: Excuse me? Will you please take a look at this rash on my arm?
- Student: You look like that one lady in Mrs. Doubtfire.
- Me (looking at a 6th grader’s desk while he was coloring a social studies map): My goodness, that desk looks like an episode of hoarders! Please share the markers.
- Me (in gifted 7th grade classroom, calling roll): Ethan?
Saturday, May 10, 2014