Down to the Final Two Hours.
May. 26th, 2005 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chochiyo_samaIt's our lunch break, and I am eating Life cereal without milk, with my fingers, because the only milk available in the lunch room is chocolate. It is somewhat like eating odd, sorta sweet, small, square chips. Only healthier. Sorta.
I folded a basket of laundry before I left home--I made two buns w/ peanutbutter and honey before I got in the car and ate them on the way. I didn't have any beverage to haul along--wish I had stopped for a small bottle of milk in Byron, but I didn't. So I have to eat my cereal naked.
Two kids came in here begging for a candy hand out (don't have any) and one came in begging for a nickel (had one). I have seven or eight of them in here eating lunch. I always have a considerable crew in my room for lunch. I have had to train them to talk quietly, refrain from popping lunch bags, and wipe the tables after they slop their lunches all over the place. I don't mind their presence at all as long as they aren't being obnoxious.
My graphic literature classes watched episode three of InuYasha today, and the Misfits, Outcasts, and Monsters classes watched the execution of Edward DelaCroix in the Green Mile.
My Michelle, tender heart that she is, cried when he had to say good-bye to his mouse. (I had to turn my attention to working on my pile of crap on my desk. Got a bunch of filing done! And did not humiliate myself by sobbing over the movie--which I would certainly be doing if I had allowed myself to be sucked into the story.
Earlier this year I read "The Velveteen Rabbit" to my Theater Arts class. I wanted to bawl at several points, but when the bunny became really real--I lost it.
I'd type up the salient portion, but alas, my Velvetine Rabbit book is gone. Someone must have borrowed it.
I folded a basket of laundry before I left home--I made two buns w/ peanutbutter and honey before I got in the car and ate them on the way. I didn't have any beverage to haul along--wish I had stopped for a small bottle of milk in Byron, but I didn't. So I have to eat my cereal naked.
Two kids came in here begging for a candy hand out (don't have any) and one came in begging for a nickel (had one). I have seven or eight of them in here eating lunch. I always have a considerable crew in my room for lunch. I have had to train them to talk quietly, refrain from popping lunch bags, and wipe the tables after they slop their lunches all over the place. I don't mind their presence at all as long as they aren't being obnoxious.
My graphic literature classes watched episode three of InuYasha today, and the Misfits, Outcasts, and Monsters classes watched the execution of Edward DelaCroix in the Green Mile.
My Michelle, tender heart that she is, cried when he had to say good-bye to his mouse. (I had to turn my attention to working on my pile of crap on my desk. Got a bunch of filing done! And did not humiliate myself by sobbing over the movie--which I would certainly be doing if I had allowed myself to be sucked into the story.
Earlier this year I read "The Velveteen Rabbit" to my Theater Arts class. I wanted to bawl at several points, but when the bunny became really real--I lost it.
I'd type up the salient portion, but alas, my Velvetine Rabbit book is gone. Someone must have borrowed it.
