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[in_stead]

Today at lunch, I got up, took a step, tripped over my feet, did five slow motion flaily steps, then crashed down with a bit of a bounce off my hip. I have scratches on the palms of both hands and on one of my ankles.

Of course, I did this in front of about forty people.

But the nice thing about not being in high school and not being a teenager any more is this: I thought it was funny, too. Except for the pain bits. And the bits where my hands are scratched right where I rest my weight when I ride my bike, which is annoying.

No classes tomorrow -- yay! I have, instead, signed up to go to a lesson writing summit where a bunch of us are piling into a room to write lesson plans for the Toronto Star. I'm looking forward to it. We get free pizza.

Comments

[mcee.livejournal.com]

i suppose now is not the time to point and laugh at your compulsive need to cling to academia? :D

*kisses ur palmz*

[in-stead.livejournal.com]

This is not academia, oh plebian of my heart. This is portfolio building and making a difference all rolled in to one. It may even get me a job one day and in the mean time will help teachers all over Canada and the United States teach their students about Important Issues.

Which is, like, y'know. REALLY COOL.

[mcee.livejournal.com]

yes but it's a CLASS in portfolio building and making a difference :P

♥

[in-stead.livejournal.com]

It is not! It is a group of people who have volunteered to write lesson plans for the Toronto Star and a currently un-named (but I know who it is) corporate sponser getting together in one place. There is no instruction and no structure. Only pizza.

:p

[mcee.livejournal.com]

fine fine. may you learn nothing!

[in-stead.livejournal.com]

There will be no learning -- only teaching.

[in-stead.livejournal.com]

On my part, I mean.

Someone will learn.

Eventually.

But, um, not me.

HI!

[mcee.livejournal.com]

*facepalm*

[in-stead.livejournal.com]

YOU LOVE ME HOR YOU KNOW IT.