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May. 19th, 2010 03:55 pmThis morning I introduced my class to daruma dolls. One student broke into song when my bright yellow daruma was tipped over and found its footing time after time after time. Another student asked me to explain 'oblanceolate.' In revenge, I gave everyone extra long homework, at another students' suggestion.
Since an excursion this term is looking increasingly unlikely, my students are inventing their own excursions (real or imaginary) and reporting back on them next week. One student intends to photograph autumn leaves at Telopea park and then write the photos up, while another was dreaming of Nepal using the tried and tested travel technique of putting a DVD in a machine and sitting back with a cup of good coffee.
All I've done this afternoon is eat and sort stationery. It's not that I don't have lots of real work I ought to demolish, it's just that I wanted to sort out all my pens. I can find a working pen in 10 seconds flat. In fact, I can find about 30 working pens in 10 seconds flat and there's a small empty surface on top of the TV where once many pens used to sit.
My mother sorted her sewing cabinet while I did my stationery, and on Friday we're booked into various health appointments at the same time. Who says you need to live in the same city to be close to someone?
Since an excursion this term is looking increasingly unlikely, my students are inventing their own excursions (real or imaginary) and reporting back on them next week. One student intends to photograph autumn leaves at Telopea park and then write the photos up, while another was dreaming of Nepal using the tried and tested travel technique of putting a DVD in a machine and sitting back with a cup of good coffee.
All I've done this afternoon is eat and sort stationery. It's not that I don't have lots of real work I ought to demolish, it's just that I wanted to sort out all my pens. I can find a working pen in 10 seconds flat. In fact, I can find about 30 working pens in 10 seconds flat and there's a small empty surface on top of the TV where once many pens used to sit.
My mother sorted her sewing cabinet while I did my stationery, and on Friday we're booked into various health appointments at the same time. Who says you need to live in the same city to be close to someone?