FAWC 5: Line, Please!

I can almost smell the freedom. Friday at 10 AM. I'm free to do whatever the hell I want with my computer, and every, single friggin word can be in English. No freshmen. No accents to type. No handwriting to decipher. No spoiled brats bitching because I won't let them go to the bathroom together in the middle of a final. No explaining to parents that when the kids say that they didn't know how to do the assignment, it's a lie. No trying to ignore the kid in the last row who is meowing. No more having to tell kids that it doesn't matter if they think that people should speak English because they pay me to teach you Spanish. No more arguments about why I prefer to have students submit work electronically. No more explaining that French is not a translation of English. No more worrying about whether it's too humid for the photocopier to work or not.

I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
 
I'm not sure if you mean "falling off my horse" in a literal or figurative sense, but either way, if it contributes to more writing, all the better. ;)

In this case the literal sense. Someone tripped while he was trotting and since I was riding bareback...I got to spend a day sitting around with a heating pad. Good for writing though. :rolleyes:
 
No explaining to parents that when the kids say that they didn't know how to do the assignment, it's a lie.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

Just got through the wife finishing up her semester of student teaching, I think I heard more complaints about the parents than the kids. Best of luck in finishing out the year with some shred of sanity intact.
 
Just got through the wife finishing up her semester of student teaching, I think I heard more complaints about the parents than the kids. Best of luck in finishing out the year with some shred of sanity intact.

I student taught 20 years ago. Feels like 120. (The last week of school intensifies every everything, including hangnails, paper cuts, and homicidal tendencies.)
 
I can almost smell the freedom. Friday at 10 AM. I'm free to do whatever the hell I want with my computer, and every, single friggin word can be in English. No freshmen. No accents to type. No handwriting to decipher. No spoiled brats bitching because I won't let them go to the bathroom together in the middle of a final. No explaining to parents that when the kids say that they didn't know how to do the assignment, it's a lie. No trying to ignore the kid in the last row who is meowing. No more having to tell kids that it doesn't matter if they think that people should speak English because they pay me to teach you Spanish. No more arguments about why I prefer to have students submit work electronically. No more explaining that French is not a translation of English. No more worrying about whether it's too humid for the photocopier to work or not.

I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

So, let me get this straight . . . you're happy that the school year is over?
 
I student taught 20 years ago. Feels like 120. (The last week of school intensifies every everything, including hangnails, paper cuts, and homicidal tendencies.)

I believe it. The schools down here during the last week use it for fieldtrips to get the kids the heck out of the schools and let them burn off energy at parks, etc.
 
In this case the literal sense. Someone tripped while he was trotting and since I was riding bareback...I got to spend a day sitting around with a heating pad. Good for writing though. :rolleyes:

It's been a while since I've done any horseback riding . . . I do remember how sore my ass was after riding bareback, though.

(And no, don't read any further into that beyond the activity of horseback riding ;) )
 
In this case the literal sense. Someone tripped while he was trotting and since I was riding bareback...I got to spend a day sitting around with a heating pad. Good for writing though. :rolleyes:

Way back when I had occasion to ride a mean horse...or at least one that didn't like to be ridden. He'd try to slice people's head on the tin roof as he cut it close rounding the corner. He liked to hit the brakes and watch you pitch over his head into the pond. He liked to try to head for the woods and scrape you off using a tree. Fun and games!

One time he fooled whoever put his saddle on. You know the drill about not letting them have a deep breath at the wrong time. Anyway, he was galloping in the field and the saddle slipped sideways. I kicked out of the stirrups and grabbed his mane and slid off and my feet hit the ground just right and I popped back up on his back and he reared and bucked and shed the saddle and was off and running. I bounced to the ground and back up on each side a few times before I could get him to stop.

It was like something in a rodeo show. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I was really lucky because I don't know shit about trick riding.
 
I can almost smell the freedom. Friday at 10 AM. I'm free to do whatever the hell I want with my computer, and every, single friggin word can be in English. No freshmen. No accents to type. No handwriting to decipher. No spoiled brats bitching because I won't let them go to the bathroom together in the middle of a final. No explaining to parents that when the kids say that they didn't know how to do the assignment, it's a lie. No trying to ignore the kid in the last row who is meowing. No more having to tell kids that it doesn't matter if they think that people should speak English because they pay me to teach you Spanish. No more arguments about why I prefer to have students submit work electronically. No more explaining that French is not a translation of English. No more worrying about whether it's too humid for the photocopier to work or not.

I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
Deep breath, pl. Deep breath. Cold IPA at noon Friday!
 
It's been a while since I've done any horseback riding . . . I do remember how sore my ass was after riding bareback, though.

(And no, don't read any further into that beyond the activity of horseback riding ;) )

Was more of a spur of the moment ride after we did some work on their hooves, The wife's more experienced riding without a saddle, I generally go with the theory that male anatomy and a horse's spine aren't necessarily that compatible. Ah well, 3 years and that's the first time I've ended in the dirt so not too bad a record.
 
Hubby took me to see Alice Cooper way before I was a teacher. It means so much more now.

Meowing. The animal noise thing is a crowd favorite. And if they're good at it, it's nearly impossible to nail the offender. I just ignore. Usually.

Tomorrow is my best day of the week. I don't have any finals to give (just today's to correct), and the only class I have to teach is French 3. They're my favorite.

And they don't meow.

Meowing?

Allll...righty then. :confused:


I think the lady is in need of some Alice cooper.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBEcLxnXVAc


and maybe that kid in the last row needs some too. He seems to be having issues.

Or maybe Subscriptions. :eek:


MST
 
Despite my recent absence from the forum, I've been working on a story for FAWC 5.
 
Seeing as how we currently have eleven, and I'm anticipating four more based on posts on this thread, I'd say 15 is a safe assumption. ;)
 
Seeing as how we currently have eleven, and I'm anticipating four more based on posts on this thread, I'd say 15 is a safe assumption. ;)

Then this running could have as many or more separate authors as the last one.
 
Then this running could have as many or more separate authors as the last one.

The last one had, I believe, eleven contributors. If everyone who has posted to say that they're going to finish on time do, we should wind up with thirteen authors. More than last time, if I'm not mistaken.
 
The last one had, I believe, eleven contributors. If everyone who has posted to say that they're going to finish on time do, we should wind up with thirteen authors. More than last time, if I'm not mistaken.

I told you I was bringing friends. :)

(Good quality friends, I might add, of far more value than myself. I had to do something to keep my presence from bringing the competition down.)
 
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Hubby took me to see Alice Cooper way before I was a teacher. It means so much more now.

Meowing. The animal noise thing is a crowd favorite. And if they're good at it, it's nearly impossible to nail the offender. I just ignore. Usually.

Tomorrow is my best day of the week. I don't have any finals to give (just today's to correct), and the only class I have to teach is French 3. They're my favorite.

And they don't meow.
Do they meow in French, Spanish or English? :D
 
Do they meow in French, Spanish or English? :D

I studied French, then Russian, then Hebrew. While taking Russian, I'd have to go from English to French to Russian. Then I went from English to Russian to Hebrew. It got confusing in my brain sometimes.
 
I studied French, then Russian, then Hebrew. While taking Russian, I'd have to go from English to French to Russian. Then I went from English to Russian to Hebrew. It got confusing in my brain sometimes.

I can imagine. Wow. I took Russian in college, and Hebrew. Years apart. Even then, it was all I could do to handle it. And I never approached fluency.
 
I can imagine. Wow. I took Russian in college, and Hebrew. Years apart. Even then, it was all I could do to handle it. And I never approached fluency.

Language is pattern recognition. Took me two weeks to master morse code, which is English with a different sound. My great-grandfathers brother spent a summer in the Middle East and came home fluent in Arabic, Farsi, Greek, Hebrew, and Sanskrit then taught classical languages at Vanderbilt. My great-grandfather taught modern languages at Ole Miss and the Naval Academy, he was fluent with 7.
 
Language is pattern recognition. Took me two weeks to master morse code, which is English with a different sound. My great-grandfathers brother spent a summer in the Middle East and came home fluent in Arabic, Farsi, Greek, Hebrew, and Sanskrit then taught classical languages at Vanderbilt. My great-grandfather taught modern languages at Ole Miss and the Naval Academy, he was fluent with 7.

Well, I'm not that smart. I'm still looking for the Schooner in "Mall Rats".
 
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