Yep. We're doing A Street Car Named Desire for our play, which we hope to take to the state theater festival, and I am the Production Assistant! Hurray! So super excited!
So, I promised I would, so here's a short story about the french student I hosted. Rather, a dialogue.
Student in my French class: What is your favorite English word?
Esther: It's a bad word.
Student in my French class: What does it start with?
Esther: M
Everyone in my class:
So, I promised I would, so here's a short story about the french student I hosted. Rather, a dialogue.
Student in my French class: What is your favorite English word?
Esther: It's a bad word.
Student in my French class: What does it start with?
Esther: M
Everyone in my class:
Esther: O-T-H
Everyone in my class:
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My French teacher:
Esther:
It was kinda sorta one of the most fantastic moments of my life. Seriously.
Also, just a quickie thingy, I started yet another Blog (please don't hate me) and here's the link: reddiamondstories.blogspot.com That is where you can get updates on Captain Bones as well as a spin off story I started (it's only on there) called the Miscellaneous Adventures of Enola and Prosper. For those who have requested a copy of Captain Bones, they're in chapter 12 or so. And there's another thing I may or may not post. Here's a snippet because I think it's hysterical.
What do you want from me? She thought in reply. The shadow seemed surprised for
a moment, then returned to his neutral state.
New human. I want to
observe you in your habits. You are clearly different than the old humans. None
of them can talk to me or hear me. I will accompany you every moment to observe
your behavior. Anja tried to comprehend all of it, but it wasn’t working.
That’s creepy. There
have to be limits.
New
human. Limits will hinder my observation. Creepy is necessary.
I’m not “new human”.
I’m Anja.
New
human Anja. I am Freud.
You’re
not Freud. He was a psychologist.
New
human Anja. I am Freud.
You’re
not Freud.
I am
Freud.
You’re
not Freud.
I. Am.
Freud. That seemed to be the end of
the conversation. The old woman looked back with a fond smile.
“I see Timothy has a new friend,” she said.
“He thinks he’s Freud,” Anja corrected. The old woman
tilted her head in curiosity.
I. Am. Freud.
“I’m sorry. He is Freud.”
So there it is. I don't know. It made me laugh... then again, I was the one who wrote it...
-Cheers!
Doodle of the Day:
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I can't remember if I uploaded this or not, so here it is.
Gif of the Day:
If you haven't seen the IT Crowd, fix that. It's great.
