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Nov. 21st, 2007 07:00 pmI persuaded my whole class today that their brains were melting because of the heat. They wrote poems and stories about it. Then the airconditioning kicked in.
"Half of you are still zombies," I informed them. "Your brains are still melted."
They agreed with me. They then pointed out that I had admitted that my brains had melted first.
Now that it's cooler I realised that the heat muddled us. We weren't zombied - the heat had transformed us into zombie food. Zombie food can create very evocative poetry, in case you were wondering.
And I have permission from the two haiku-writers to web some of their creations next week. I explained to them that several people had asked me and both of them were pleased as punch.
"Half of you are still zombies," I informed them. "Your brains are still melted."
They agreed with me. They then pointed out that I had admitted that my brains had melted first.
Now that it's cooler I realised that the heat muddled us. We weren't zombied - the heat had transformed us into zombie food. Zombie food can create very evocative poetry, in case you were wondering.
And I have permission from the two haiku-writers to web some of their creations next week. I explained to them that several people had asked me and both of them were pleased as punch.