I can't believe I'm still seeing this nonsense on facebook:
"I loathe twilight! I have refused to read the books or watch the damn movies."
"Loathe" seems like a strong sentiment for a work of fiction you have apparently NEVER EXPERIENCED IN ANY FORM.
Monday, June 18, 2012
8:45 PM
After some thought, I've realized there's no modest way of saying this but my grade 9s applauded for me at the end of their last class.
Goin' out on top!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
2:17 AM
A year ago, I started this story:
When Arthur woke up, his first thought was one of hope. A new day,
and more importantly, a new Thursday, meant a chance that something big
could happen during or after class - the one that took place every
Thursday between 11:30 and 1:00. He threw his books into his bags and
left his room.
It wasn't so much that he had reason to
hope. He had only managed to speak to Dorothy a few times before - she
was always on her way to somewhere - and the only thing they had in
common was the class they both attended. Still, that didn't prevent
Arthur from wanting to spend time with her, as precious little as it
was. Without her, the days seemed to bleed into each other; one day
hardly distinguishable from the next, except for the change in class
schedule.
There she was! Arthur's head snapped to
attention as he stood in line to pay for his breakfast. She was a few
spots ahead of him and his mind began to race through all the possible
routes he could take just so he could talk to her. As she finished
paying, he tried to push the remaining customers through, mentally, so
that he could join her at the sugar and cream station before she left.
Too
late. By the time he had paid for his food, she had disappeared into
the crowd. Arthur slumped into a seat, his appetite gone, and tried to
eat, while reassuring himself that you can't have it all in life.
For some reason,I stopped writing after that and didn't finish it. I can't remember where I was going with it but it seems like an interesting scenario.
Monday, June 04, 2012
12:31 AM
Student 1: Mr. Wong, I don't feel like doing work today.
Student 2: Mr. Wong doesn't care.
Me: I really don't.
It's nice to know that my class is beginning to run on auto-pilot, now that it's June.
