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mshray

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Happy Happy B-day B-day Alicat!
« Reply #15 on: August 19, 2005, 04:27:42 PM »
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happy b-day ali (tomorrow, right?)!!


Is it really tomorrow?  'Cuz today is also Bill Clinton, Ginger Baker, Coco Chanel, Matthew Perry, Willie Shoemaker & Ogden Nash, in whose honor I will recite not one, but two of his poems.

Tell me o' octopus I begs,
Are those things arms or is they legs?
If I were you o' octopus,
Instead of me I'd call me us.


A one 'L' lama he's a priest.
A two 'L' lama he's a beast.
But I will bet a pink pajama,
There's no such thing as a 3 'L' lama.*


*note: it has been brought to the author's attention that a 3 L lama is a type of conflagration.
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Happy Happy B-day B-day Alicat!
« Reply #16 on: August 19, 2005, 08:16:57 PM »
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Quote from: "princessofcairo"
happy b-day ali (tomorrow, right?)!!


Is it really tomorrow?  'Cuz today is also Bill Clinton, Ginger Baker, Coco Chanel, Matthew Perry, Willie Shoemaker & Ogden Nash, in whose honor I will recite not one, but two of his poems.

Tell me o' octopus I begs,
Are those things arms or is they legs?
If I were you o' octopus,
Instead of me I'd call me us.


A one 'L' lama he's a priest.
A two 'L' lama he's a beast.
But I will bet a pink pajama,
There's no such thing as a 3 'L' lama.*


*note: it has been brought to the author's attention that a 3 L lama is a type of conflagration.
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More Ogden Nash:

The trouble with a kitten is that
Eventually it becomes a cat.
“The choir of children sing their song.  They've practiced all year long.  Ding dong.  Ding dong.  Ding dong.”

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« Reply #17 on: August 20, 2005, 12:31:53 AM »
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Geoff, congrats on the job offer!  Did you accept it?

I got offered an 80% position in a Mission District school, teaching only one period of chemistry.  I'm teaching two periods of math for the kids that flunked the math exit exam, and need remediation.  This is going to be a tough, tough year for me, but I need to be able to survive things like this. And I haven't even signed any papers, but the "dream schools" actually start indoctrinating the teachers on Monday!  My summer's over!
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« Reply #18 on: August 20, 2005, 03:40:11 PM »
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Geoff, congrats on the job offer!  Did you accept it?

I got offered an 80% position in a Mission District school, teaching only one period of chemistry.  I'm teaching two periods of math for the kids that flunked the math exit exam, and need remediation.  This is going to be a tough, tough year for me, but I need to be able to survive things like this. And I haven't even signed any papers, but the "dream schools" actually start indoctrinating the teachers on Monday!  My summer's over!


If you wanted the sky, I would write across the sky
In letters that would soar a thousand feet high:

"To Sir, With Love."


Or something like that.

Yeah, it's a bitch getting the gigs no one else wants, but no matter what your field, those are the only gigs that get you anywhere if you don't have the right connections to bypass them.  They're worthwhile gigs, either way: It can only aid one's worldview and perspective to see how people of a different ilk respond to the day-to-day stimuli, and be able to respond to them in kind, in a way that helps them adapt to the adult world.

In other words, you'll do fine.  I hope you open your blog to them, if they can handle.
“The choir of children sing their song.  They've practiced all year long.  Ding dong.  Ding dong.  Ding dong.”