For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
I really really really hate Heathrow airport. Only thing i'm hating more than Heathrow airport right now is BMI for changing my flights so bloody often and now making me sit in this god forsaking place for seven hours! gah! Five more to go. Wish i was back in Canada!![]()
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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Of course.
Urgh.
I've changed my mind. I've joined this thing at school and everyone in it is in VCE. Great, seeing as I'm in year nine.
Only thing that bothers me now is this mobile phone thing.
I HAD TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF FREE CALLS AND 70 FREE TEXTS AND IT DISAPPEARED FOR SOME UNFORESEEN REASON!!
Argh...
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
That's because you are a chatter-box.![]()
"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance. And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall. Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!" - Nietzsche
Actually though I noticed in safety supplies there is a bit of a price increase when you hit 3X and above.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
Papaya, put in in the microwave at one minute to 30 secon intervels for the time length directed. each time it beeps stir it and then put it back on. that works for me.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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That's what I usually do. I thought I was all good and put it on for an additional 25 sec. and that's when it blew. Maybe I could invent a bowl that stirs the whole time the oatmeal is microwaving...
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
try add a small amount of cold milk to it before the additional 25.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
Why must it all be so difficult. Can't the school decide on who are genuine good people and just give them a VCE pass? Why must they do this to people?
Get this, someone has a job, runs their own business and is amazingly talented in their own field, whilst actively participating in the school community, and they can't have a few extra weeks up their sleeve for a VCE exam. I know it sounds like if they do something for one person they would have to do it for eveyone, but when someone is exceptional at something then they deserve to know how special they are.
Some people have very shallow futures, but this amount of effort deserves to be rewarded. That is what my school usually does.
Anyway, I don't know what is going to happen.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Okay. Yes. I am an English teacher. Me, English teacher. Alright.
I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate it that whenever I make a litle typo or misspell or leave out word, someone's always there to say something like this:
"Wow! That's pretty bad grammar for an English teacher"
You know what I want to say to that person?
"Crawl back into your little dictionary, nerd-boy/nerd-girl. Most of life is a rough-draft. Typos can be fixed. And, no, I did not major in dictionary memorization. Oh, and one more thing: May I please follow you around and point our your little foibles and missteps? Now, that would be fun!"
End discussion. english techer uot!
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
Here here Comedian!
I was an English major in college.
Whenever I make a spelling or grammar mistake my husband does not hesitate to point it out to me:
"And this is from the girl who majored in English!!! Har de har har!!!"
Grrr....
^^ Like cobblers go always around in the most worn shoes (as goes a saying hereabouts)
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I wish more LitNetters would participate in the Short Story Competition. -- And no, I didn't send in any story of my own![]()
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits
in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.”
Helen Keller