Yesterday was a sad day. My "sexy" jeans (the ones that are really too tight, but I wear them anyway) got a hole in the butt. And since they're really too small anyway, a hole in the butt is extremely dangerous. Time to retire them. They were good jeans.
Last week one of my co-workers told me that I am lucky to be a Math teacher, because everyone hates and fears Math, so if I am the least bit nice I exceed all of my student's expectations of the class. I AM nice, and the result is that I have a fan club of students that think I'm their Math savior.
The lady I was talking to used to be an English teacher. She said English is the other way around. Everyone walks into English classes thinking that they already know everything, and that it's only a matter of time before they become wonderfully famous best-selling authors. If the teacher criticizes at all...well clearly she's wrong and is just being mean.
I think most other creative subjects are probably the same way. Obviously I am going to be the next great author to come along (as soon as I finish my book...only 15,000 words so far). And the next great photographer. And the next great artist. And clearly anyone who says otherwise is wrong. On that note, here's a photograph:
No need to criticize...I know it's perfect (especially the date stamp - that's class itself). I'm sure it will be published in my next best seller.
1 comment:
It's an adorable photo and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Good luck with your WIP; 15,000 words is a solid start!
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