- The day before yesterday in class I got to be a pronoun. I was a mischievous and bad pronoun, running around to places that no decent pronoun should go.
- Yesterday it snowed big flakes but just for an hour or two.
- Yesterday in Kiswahili class we joined arms and practiced the Tanzanian national anthem.
- At 8:00 this morning I was almost late to class because of scraping ice off the car windows. I’m wearing long underwear and a down vest and a coat and wool socks and a wool hat and gloves. My eyeballs are cold.
- Today I was badly behaved in class again. During a guest lecture I passed notes with a classmate via e-mail.
Her: How are you doing over there. Me: Let’s throw spitballs. Her: You can’t put bread in a cold oven! Me: I feel like the thing I said just now in class was stupid and self-centered and irrelevant beyond belief. Am I a selfish, clueless asshole? Her: Yes. but i love you anyway. Me: Thanks. That makes me feel sooooooo much better. Her: boom chikki boom chikki
chikki chikki boom chikki
shake your groove thing
shake your groove thing yea yea
boom boom boom boom
show us how to do it now…
Our speaker, Shakti Gattegno, and me in a polite moment
- Our next event was an interactive demonstration of locally published ESL books. One volume featured illustrations of American proverbs. Our job as the audience was to look at the drawings and guess which saying each represented. To Jess and me “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth” became “Don’t touch the teeth of a horse that has a bow on it.” And then there was “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket,” which turned into “If you’re wearing a dress in a chicken coop, you’ll drop two eggs.” The fate of the baby in the bathwater is too tragic to describe here. We also had to make up stories and mine all involved sex. Can you tell from this picture that I’m up to no good?
- On the way home I took pictures of the pond that I’m afraid of driving into and drowning once the snowman cometh.
- Tomorrow I’ll be one of five people on a panel discussing our experience in teaching immigrants. Don’t blow my cover.
This is what you look like in your mischievous picture: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lXdyD2Yzls
My juvenile behavior has now been preserved for posterity. Good thing your not in my Spanish class. On Tuesday night I learned that the first person conditional for ganar is ganaria.
You are a very bad influence on me, Jess. After reading your comment about the conjugation of ganar, I walked around my apartment laughing for quite a long time. I wonder what the neighbors think.
My ReCaptcha is “income punting.” I wonder what that means? I don’t even know what “income” is so I sure don’t know how to punt it.
You are a very bad influence on me, Jess. After reading your comment about the conjugation of ganar, I walked around my apartment laughing for quite a long time. I wonder what the neighbors think.
My ReCaptch is “income punting.” I wonder what that means? I don’t even know what “income” is so I sure don’t know how to punt it.