Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Winnie's the shit

Good for him .

I love Winnie the Pooh. Always have, even though saying that as an adult marks you as a bit...twee.

My mother-in-law bought me a Pooh sweatshirt one year. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I have vowed never to be one of those women. And you know exactly who I'm talking about, don't you? Holiday-themed sweaters with matching turtlenecks, Disney character earrings, and mom jeans.

And if that describes your wardrobe, you need to stop it right now. Unless you're a first grade teacher. Then it's your uniform.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

De question

On the first night of class, every semester, my students have to introduce themselves. The purpose is twofold; I get a jump on trying to match 20+ names to 20+ faces, and it gets them past that first mortifying communication apprehension speedbump.

However, I detest the "share your name/grade/major" introduction format, so I make them share their name and either the worst movie they've ever seen (and why it sucked), or I ask them to answer this question:

If you have to get a tattoo, where would it be located and what would it be? And you must get one; doesn't matter if you have one or several or none already. I'm always fascinated by their answers.

So, my few in-the-computer friends, what's your answer?*

*Mine would be on my arm, and would read "Love One Another". In case you wondered.