Look At Me Still Talking When There’s Science To Do
In Grand Rapids… thinking about Barrow (among other things)Archive for synaesthesia
Is this what you’re like outside of school?
I’ve always rather liked Friday the 13th. It’s charming. And so blue.
My students freaked OUT about Friday the 13th, however. Everything we did in school was suddenly more “dangerous.” What if the posters give us paper cuts? What if the science project breaks and hits someone in the eye? What if a book falls on someone? Never mind that they throw peanuts and markers at each other as a matter of course. An accident was sure to happen. They weren’t even joking. Maybe this is a superstitious small town. Or maybe this is what people mean when they say “I love teaching middle schoolers- they’re so funny!”
Well, sure, if by ‘funny’ you mean ‘not likely to listen to anything the teacher says, ever- and inexplicably interested in zombies.’
I’ll tell you what’s funny. I am on my way to a vegan party. HA! HA!
I’m actually waiting for potatoes to bake. They’re my potluck item, and they contain no meat or animal products.
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
What some friends and family members (lovingly?) term my “disease” always kicks in hard at the new year, what with the change of the calendar and all. 2008 and was a green year. Green is my favorite color. 2009 is pink. Pink is the color of Pepto-Bismol.
Putting it like that makes it seem as if the “disease” comes and goes, which obviously isn’t true at all. In fact, that whole opening sentence is mostly poppycock, except that of course it IS erroneously referred to as a disease. I am healthy as a horse*, and everything is colored all the time. December was green as well. It is traditionally one of my favorite months, for various reasons. January will be red, (yuck) but I still like it well enough. I like most things well enough, contrary to popular opinion.
When I get nervous or anxious I start making lists very quickly in my head of things I like or things I dislike. It is disconcerting, even to me.
I don’t like inspirational things, motivational things, thought-provoking things, or most things cross-stitched on pillows, but I signed onto the ol’ internet to welcome 2009 all the same.
*a healthy horse, not a dead horse
