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Was attacked by little people as I came into work today. I love being an associate teacher.
Storytelling - Chase Public Feed
Dear SLA Teaching Professionals,
(Before you begin, I must apologize for the word choice, grammar, and punctuation of this short letter. It was written in haste and on a somewhat empty stomach, which I believe are the two leading causes of literary disasters.)
Though I applaud your determination to see your students reach their full potential, be the best they can be, and other hallmark card appropriate phrases, I request that you please stop telling my parents of my work habits. They are wonderful people who, sadly, birthed a horrible first child. Se la vie. But let us do what we can to keep their knowledge of me small and carefully monitored, ensuring their dispositions remain forever sunny.
In order for this goal to be met dear teachers, I ask of you but one thing: squash down that perfunctory need to involve my adult caretakers any and every time and instead treat yourself to a pastry of some sort, allowing each calorie to remind you that you have just done a great service by simply turning the other cheek. (Perhaps you may even find a way to write the pastry purchase off as charitable giving.) Please ruminate upon my recommendation.
On one final note before you make you decision, I ask that you consider this: within you lies the power to protect the well-being of two extraordinary people. This pair may, nay will in turn rescue other sensational souls and so on and so forth until one day you wake up to a world born anew in all that is good and grand. A world you helped create with but a few moments of well-timed silence.
From,
Christine Walden
Though I applaud your determination to see your students reach their full potential, be the best they can be, and other hallmark card appropriate phrases, I request that you please stop telling my parents of my work habits. They are wonderful people who, sadly, birthed a horrible first child. Se la vie. But let us do what we can to keep their knowledge of me small and carefully monitored, ensuring their dispositions remain forever sunny.
In order for this goal to be met dear teachers, I ask of you but one thing: squash down that perfunctory need to involve my adult caretakers any and every time and instead treat yourself to a pastry of some sort, allowing each calorie to remind you that you have just done a great service by simply turning the other cheek. (Perhaps you may even find a way to write the pastry purchase off as charitable giving.) Please ruminate upon my recommendation.
On one final note before you make you decision, I ask that you consider this: within you lies the power to protect the well-being of two extraordinary people. This pair may, nay will in turn rescue other sensational souls and so on and so forth until one day you wake up to a world born anew in all that is good and grand. A world you helped create with but a few moments of well-timed silence.
From,
Christine Walden
Dear Invisible People Who Stare At Me While I Do Homework,
I think you really ought to consider becoming corporeal. It would do wonders for my mental health and sense of privacy.
From A Somewhat Uncomfortable,
Christine Walden
From A Somewhat Uncomfortable,
Christine Walden
Silencio, por favor!
Last night, I tiny-chatted ten of my future classmates. It was after 11, but I was purposely in the kitchen so I wouldn't wake the entire house. A few minutes in, I got a phone call. From my mom. Who was upstairs.
"Hi honey. I know you're enjoying your conversation, but I can hear all of it!"
Just trying to make some friends before the fall, goshh..
"Hi honey. I know you're enjoying your conversation, but I can hear all of it!"
Just trying to make some friends before the fall, goshh..
Prom!
Prom is in three days, I have a feeling that it'll be the best night I've had this year, if not ever !
Where to start?
Within the next two weeks I have a total of four benchmarks due! Not including my capstone...
May 17 (six word story)
No school, what should I do?
Kitty?
Evett's cat had seven kittens Friday night. My parents might let me adopt one from her :D
Movie Night
No popcorn.
No big screen tv.
No comfy chairs or surround sound.
Just you, me and Love and Basketball.
No big screen tv.
No comfy chairs or surround sound.
Just you, me and Love and Basketball.
The Kids Don't Have A Chance
B.O.B has a song called "The Kids". The lyrics go as follows:
The drugged boy’s steady show time,
The streets don’t give a damn.
They’re filled with such pollution.
The kids don’t stand a chance.
We’re trapped inside a matrix,
Forced to play our hands,
We’re filled with so much hatred.
The kids don’t stand a chance
Over the past couple weeks the news has been filled with unfortunate events involving children. A college student found dead, a 9 year old girl kidnapped and strangled, another teenage girl gone missing, a baby dropped from a window, a 6 year old girl given botox, and even a famous young boy was shot and killed within the last week. The kids really don't stand a chance.
The drugged boy’s steady show time,
The streets don’t give a damn.
They’re filled with such pollution.
The kids don’t stand a chance.
We’re trapped inside a matrix,
Forced to play our hands,
We’re filled with so much hatred.
The kids don’t stand a chance
Over the past couple weeks the news has been filled with unfortunate events involving children. A college student found dead, a 9 year old girl kidnapped and strangled, another teenage girl gone missing, a baby dropped from a window, a 6 year old girl given botox, and even a famous young boy was shot and killed within the last week. The kids really don't stand a chance.
STORY-002
- Term
- 2010-11.S1
