My husband is my main source of laughter, which is sweet, I know, but what I love the most is that the jokes have not gotten old. In fact, we laugh about the "same old stuff" more and more. I love that his belly button lint and my premarital pink socks continue to be sources of hilarity. And I love that he gets frustrated with the avocado every single time. I love that.
My students--on the other hand--crack me up in other ways. In spelling ways. Here are two examples of laugh-out-louds:
"Unhappy couples get caught in the viscous cycle of divorce."
"Many types of symbolism in Bram Stoker's Dracula are berried in the text."
You see, dear reader, I have a wonderful life. I have a job for which I am paid to laugh, cry, and grit my teeth right alongside the kiddoes (only they don't know why I'm doing it). And that's the best part.
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i think that grad school is a viscous cycle. and falling behind in classes is too. sometimes i feel berried by it all, but then when life gives me berries, i eat them.
I always got a kick out of the incorrect use of words as well. What classes are you teaching this fall? What classes are you taking? This time of year always makes me really miss school.
I'm teaching two writing this fall. It's exciting but exhausting.
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