I get sick two weeks away from the students. As punishment, my body decides to become ill. My wife says that I get sick because I miss my students. I think she’s joking because if any student reads this they’re probably getting excited about the prospect of a substitute teacher the day they return from [...]
My plan is as perfect as it’s convoluted. Work, stay after work, travel northeast to game, travel southeast to pickup my wife, go home and sleep at 11-12. This way, my students get to rehearse and makeup exams, I get to play Necromunda with some new fellas, and my wife gets a ride home instead [...]
When I tried to buy a PS2 through The Evil Social Networking site, I was offered my friend’s husband’s PS2, which I declined on moral grounds. Soon thereafter, I received an offer from my cousin’s boyfriend, who lives even farther away from town. I accepted.
There are options this summer. My wife asked if I preferred teaching in the summer, nannying the nephew and niece, or, I don’t know, GAMING AND PAINTING DAY AND NIGHT!
Filipino Club practice ended early, and I was so relieved that I told the kids: Awesome. I can pack up and go on my date. A date? What are you talking about? WHO are you dating? We thought you were married?
“Don’t you ever wear something other than a black tie?” my students asked. “Why sure,” I told them, “I do, in fact, have one other tie that I’ll wear to work.”
For the unfamiliar (or those who slept their way through high school English), the freewrite is an activity that involves writing (obviously) about a topic that doesn’t require constraints of grammar, sentence structure, or even the English language. The goal is to get words onto a paper, so often the only requirement for the activity [...]
Seriously. Five. I woke up early (translation: wife woke me up early), spent time in ye ole coal mine, shouted like a madman at the children, openly made fun of coworkers who secretly patronized me behind my back (and plotted death plots and other forms of madness), travel to the comic book store and the [...]
My wife made me sleep for 4 hours on a Sunday afternoon, even though she knows I slept for a nice 7 hours the night before. See saw the exhaustion in my eyes and heard me speak and complain and so she knows: My vacation is almost over.
I told myself I wouldn’t include students, but this was just too creepy-funny not to write. If you never read Faulkner’s short story “A Rose for Emily,” stop reading now if you don’t care for spoilers. I’m not going to baby you with extra white space or font that matches the background to hide the [...]