Lord Pmann
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That's pretty fucked up.
Damn. Even BFG doesn’t want me dead.
Don’t worry about Avery. She’s just suffering from hysteria.
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That's pretty fucked up.
Damn. Even BFG doesn’t want me dead.
Don’t worry about Avery. She’s just suffering from hysteria.
You’re choosing to read what you want. I’m saying exactly that - people who are cozy at home are sacrificing nothing. Grieving a life they’ve lost temporarily. But hey, there are a lot of us here that have our fingers crossed for you having a lovely date with ‘Rona.
I had 30 minutes in my classroom to grab what I will need while teaching from home over the next 3 months. I made a list before I went so that I could streamline my efforts and make the most of that short amount of time. I had a plan.
I opened my classroom and it was like a moment frozen in time. Halfway finished projects. Jackets left in the coat closet. Calendar untouched. That normal buzzing energy of my classroom was stagnant.
I know that I am lucky. I am so thankful for how fortunate I am to have my family safe, and to be surrounded by a community that looks out for one another. But, I get to be sad about the loss of the rest of the school year. I start this new project every September and I work on it all year until it’s a masterpiece in June. I usually feel accomplished, at least partially. But this year I don’t. I feel like it’s incomplete and I’m so sorry for my students, and for my own children too.
I’m going to make the best of it. I have some ideas for making my daily lessons as meaningful and engaging as I can. I appreciate a challenge.
Anyway that’s what I’m thinking.

Didn't one of your friends make just the same comment to you last week? Where was her ass chewing?
I think we have room in our hearts to be upset about the "little" things as well as the "big" things.![]()
Nah...I would tease and say I'd rather you live a long miserable life, but it's just not the time or place for that kind of ribbing. Not to mention, you were right. I might have to break my finger for typing that.![]()

The bigger question here is what are you doing to warrant multiple people wishing a virus on you? What were you wearing? Were you asking for it?
What in the world did I walk in on?
My reference was to the same words being used towards you with different results.
I don't think either of them are twats, FTR.
Yes. It’s the same way black people can call each other nigger or I can call my best mate a shit eating stinkbag. I can’t call anyone that word without severe consequences (nor should I). No one else can call my friend a shit eating stink bag.
You can’t possibly be arguing how different people can say the same thing with different effects, can you? She didn’t wish the coronavirus on me as a joke.
You’re half right. AGG isn’t a twat.
Yes, let's get back to the passive aggressive posts that are the hallmark of these threads.![]()
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I’m thinking that there is a difference between being offended and being disgusted. Just as there’s a difference between an honest conversation and spewing venom.
*Pounce*I'm thinking ...
It's been a minute
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I had 30 minutes in my classroom to grab what I will need while teaching from home over the next 3 months. I made a list before I went so that I could streamline my efforts and make the most of that short amount of time. I had a plan.
I opened my classroom and it was like a moment frozen in time. Halfway finished projects. Jackets left in the coat closet. Calendar untouched. That normal buzzing energy of my classroom was stagnant.
I know that I am lucky. I am so thankful for how fortunate I am to have my family safe, and to be surrounded by a community that looks out for one another. But, I get to be sad about the loss of the rest of the school year. I start this new project every September and I work on it all year until it’s a masterpiece in June. I usually feel accomplished, at least partially. But this year I don’t. I feel like it’s incomplete and I’m so sorry for my students, and for my own children too.
I’m going to make the best of it. I have some ideas for making my daily lessons as meaningful and engaging as I can. I appreciate a challenge.
Anyway that’s what I’m thinking.
Yo!!! Suz...how goes the prepping?![]()