The Random Crap Thread 2: It Hits the Fan.
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Comrade!
While you wasted your life in business, I studied the blade!
Zappit
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Blech. This was a rough weekend. I had to finish up my year two teacher log, my evaluation portfolio, my term four grades, and two gigantic sections of one of my bug grad class projects.
Oh, and I helped my dad assemble his Father's Day gift - a grill gazebo. We put it together backwards and had to take the dang thing apart. This was also the second one I bought - the first one went back because UPS apparently took a sledgehammer to the box.
Here's the fun part. There's over a full week of school left. That's right. Grades are done way too early, and god help us if the kids find out.
Oh, and I helped my dad assemble his Father's Day gift - a grill gazebo. We put it together backwards and had to take the dang thing apart. This was also the second one I bought - the first one went back because UPS apparently took a sledgehammer to the box.
Here's the fun part. There's over a full week of school left. That's right. Grades are done way too early, and god help us if the kids find out.
Oh, no...
Zappit
Staff member
It gets BETTER. Report cards will be ready for distribution a day and a half before the school year ends. They are inviting chaos with open arms. These are middle schoolers who will no longer be encumbered by trivial things like fear if they actually send those report cards home then.
Thoughts and prayers, comrade. That’s insanity.
GasBandit
Staff member
There's no way in hell I'm not a carrier though, and it doesn't stop me from talking about itFTFY. You act all surprised that people infected with a parasite that makes you love cats would defend their beloved masters.
Hah, I deleted my post, because for some reason the forum's "read new" put me 3 pages back, and I realized I was replying to a very old discussion. I just wasn't quick enough to keep you from replying firstThere's no way in hell I'm not a carrier though, and it doesn't stop me from talking about it
Seriously, though, if you think of "cat people" as zombies who crave being around cats instead of eating brains, it explains so much. (yes, I know we have cat people on this board..I'm mostly speaking tongue in cheek)
How dare you blaspheme against our dear and fluffy lords?!Hah, I deleted my post, because for some reason the forum's "read new" put me 3 pages back, and I realized I was replying to a very old discussion. I just wasn't quick enough to keep you from replying first
Seriously, though, if you think of "cat people" as zombies who crave being around cats instead of eating brains, it explains so much. (yes, I know we have cat people on this board..I'm mostly speaking tongue in cheek)
I guzzle my potion of fire protection then attack!
He shall be purrnished!
GasBandit
Staff member
No, it's a GRILL gazebo, you should try to seduce her.
By which I mean walling him in with Trump.
I stepped into a enclosed stairway that connects an open-air walkway to the sidewalk below, and the smell brought me back to a VHS shop from when I was a kid. So strange. Super vivid memory just popped in my head. Smell memories are so weird.
I thought my new hives biologic was working. My last two showers went well. This one was a hot mess and my legs are burning. I want to claw my legs, but i don’t want to mess up my Pika tattoo while it’s still new.
I want the eclair that’s in the fridge, but it’s far with burning legs.
Random 2:30 am burning leg thoughts.
I want the eclair that’s in the fridge, but it’s far with burning legs.
Random 2:30 am burning leg thoughts.
I had a memory like that yesterday. I was slicing strawberries to make a topping for cheesecake. The smell of the strawberries and sugar got me thinking of being in my grandmother's kitchen as a kid.
Doot doo doot do do.
Do Doo do do do
GasBandit
Staff member
I was suddenly reminded of this one kid I knew in elementary school, like, first or second grade... he was the first one to tell me what "Jaws of Life" were, and he was mostly accurate, except for the part where he also claimed there was apparently a second "euthanasia" setting on them.
See, he said, that the jaws of life would pry open the car to get you, but if the guy running them saw there was no hope of saving you and you would be dying in pain, there was a button he could push to make the jaws snap together around your neck and kill you instantly.
I believed that shit for SO MANY YEARS.
Fuck you, kid!
See, he said, that the jaws of life would pry open the car to get you, but if the guy running them saw there was no hope of saving you and you would be dying in pain, there was a button he could push to make the jaws snap together around your neck and kill you instantly.
I believed that shit for SO MANY YEARS.
Fuck you, kid!
figmentPez
Staff member
Australia: We invented the donug (doughnut shaped chicken nugget)
US: White Castle has had chicken rings for years.
US: White Castle has had chicken rings for years.
It's maddening that The Tell Tale Heart is such a suspenseful, engrossing story and it's only 2200 words. Five and a half pages double-spaced. And yet that stretch of paragraphs where the narrator is teasing at how far he can go into the old man's room, how he holds still when he's caught, both listening for each other in the dark, is just as gripping as it was when I first read it in elementary school.
Dammit, a friend of mine who just got back from Japan got me thinking about teaching abroad again.
I know it's something I've considered multiple times, but at this point, what else do I really do with my life? I don't really have anything holding me in any one place. And I guess even at 40, teaching abroad isn't that bad.
And there's the issue of all my insecurities or worries like:
-The language barrier
-The culture shock
-Not having a support or social network
-Access to medication I'd need
-Getting a good employer (I've heard some horror stories of teachers getting screwed over royally)
Still, I don't know.
I know it's something I've considered multiple times, but at this point, what else do I really do with my life? I don't really have anything holding me in any one place. And I guess even at 40, teaching abroad isn't that bad.
And there's the issue of all my insecurities or worries like:
-The language barrier
-The culture shock
-Not having a support or social network
-Access to medication I'd need
-Getting a good employer (I've heard some horror stories of teachers getting screwed over royally)
Still, I don't know.
This got posted to ANN a short while back. My first reaction is to scream "NO!!" because if you do find yourself in distress, that lack of support or access to proper care could lead to disaster.
Hate to put a downer on that idea, but I want to see Smiling Nick for a good while longer.
Hate to put a downer on that idea, but I want to see Smiling Nick for a good while longer.
Have you read any Spider Robinson? You should. He’s another one who writes autonomically, by which I mean it’s like he writes to your heart and your gut as well as your mind.
And as far as teaching abroad goes, I would assume @Terrik may have useful info on what that’s like.
—Patrick
Terrik went abroad to teach and came back with a beautiful, awesome wife. I dunno about you guys, but I'd probably find that rather encouraging.
GasBandit
Staff member
He didn't go to *japan* though, which is where all the horror stories are from.