LJ Idol Week 12, in which there is a professional development verbal vomit barf bag

Mar 04, 2016 18:55

It's 8 am or somewhere close to it, and I trudge my weary soul toward the gates of hell. And by gates of hell, I mean "professional development." Ask any teacher. They'll tell you just how deep the inner circle is, filled with meetings and data charts and stuffed-shirt presenters spewing out "exciting opportunities" (translation: torture) to learn ( Read more... )

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oxymoron67 March 5 2016, 03:31:21 UTC
Love it.

I totally understand. I've been there.

The stories I could tell...

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whipchick March 5 2016, 15:28:08 UTC
I love this. I love your analysis of The Giving Tree and I love how the twin name tags basically symbolize the dichotomy of your ENTIRE life. Also, I wish you had been my. English teacher.

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kathrynrose March 5 2016, 16:00:38 UTC
#SithLivesMatter

You slay me.

I'm saying it again - you should be writing for The Daily Show.

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alycewilson March 6 2016, 02:05:22 UTC
This reminds me of what we used to do during Calculus class in high school. When we weren't passing along a piece of paper to write composite stories, I was trying to make my partner laugh. The best reaction was when I wrote backwards on a piece of paper, "Dear Mary, I am dead. Love, Lazarus." He had to read it through the opposite side of the paper, and when he did, he couldn't stop laughing!

He got me back at our graduation ceremony. He was behind me in line, and before I went up, he said, "Alyce!" Then he made his eyes vibrate back and forth, which I had never seen him do before. I was laughing like crazy as I crossed the stage to get my diploma. Good one.

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halfshellvenus March 6 2016, 03:59:16 UTC
draws a sketch of Darth Vader doing a Powerpoint presentation with a pie chart Death Star
God, I so want to see that picture.

Your analysis of The Giving Tree cracked me up, especially
you hack up the most important woman in your life, drag the body through the woods to dispose of it, and then spend your twilight years returning to the scene of the crime to re-live the glory days?
cracked me the hell up. It's so wrong, but so perfect!

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