Last night, as I was standing on a folding chair peeling off the painter's tape in the kitchen, Bridge was at the table studying for her Conservation Biology final.
Bridge: Convservation biology is so weird!
Me: Oh yeah?
Bridge: Yeah, like some days, it's just so hopeless. Like we are doing nothing right. And then some days, I feel like I can single-handedly save the world!
Me: Oh sweetie!
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A Poem Written on my Magnetic Poetry Board
america
like rain or sun & luck
beside my girl
I am tan & ecstatic
like a pair of
popsicles
slipped into a hot mouth
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I am headed to the Coffee Shop for the day. Come join me!
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I'm sorry, maybe its the Harbrace talking, but you typed "Conversation" Biology the second time and I thought it was going to turn into a funny little joke. Instead, it was all sincere and adorable and stuff. You two.
I will need coffee shortly, as I have run out of Rice Dream. But don't distract me!
No, actually, I jusy can't spell. Which isn't really true, I just have trouble with "conservation" and "conversation." One time, I had all my students write out their research topics on the board, and this one boy wrote "pointless conservation of pallid sturgeon" and I broadcasted really loudy, "pointless conversation of pallid sturgeon? What on earth is that?" And then the boy got defensive and yelled, "ConSERVATION!"
OK, sorry for the 60 billion messages yesterday, but I am going to the coffee shop after lunch sometime to start portfolios, and will actually be working quietly, so you are more than welcome to join me.
What I wouldn't give to have a student write about "pallid sturgeon." Oh wait -- that is probably their scientific name. I thought he was making a statement on these bland, tasteless fish taking up precious river space.
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