School Sucks

For Chaucer's Canterbury Tales I assigned my seniors a project to design, decorate, create props, etc. a doll model for one of the characters. Imagine--I thought--if when I was in high school my teacher permitted anything other than research papers, thesis papers, and sentence diagramming. Create a life-like image of the Wife of Bath! Red stockings and birthing hips! Easy A. Fun A.

They were even to chose a song that would play if that character were to walk down a runway. They had a week. I came to school on due date with my IPod, red construction paper mimicking a runway--I was ready.

Out of my class of 35 (number issue for separate blog), I had three dolls placed on my desk. Have you ever had to keep your cool in front of 35 children just determined to rain on your parade?

Logic

Apparently an entire movie screenplay can introduce, develop, and change characters; develop, reach, and resolve conflict; and cure cancer all in 13 pages.

Where have I been all my life?

I know--I haven't written anything in months. I won't whine about how busy I've been. This blog thing was never my idea any way; I admitted to getting my first DVD player just three years ago and my only computer being from 2000.

But I've received emails from people I don't know--so maybe my blog existence is bigger than my circle of friends. I tried to email those of you back who asked me questions. Again, I'm not smart when it comes to computers. I apologize. But I did appreciate the interest--it's because of you strangers, not my friends, that I've decided to keep running this.

To reader in LA, I have looked in every little spot I visit in Baltimore and did not find the sticker you were looking for. Sorry, hon.

Please stay tuned for my next post. It will be about all of the homeland security funding that goes to towns like mine--Paducah, KY. Isn't that a prime target.