Activity Being Avoided: writing curriculum
Music In My Head: Weary Memory – Iron and Wine
Tea Being Drunk: lemon ginger
Books Being Read: The Scarlet Letter and Cure for Death by Lightning
The students have finished writing their exams. Last night, I celebrated by making Errant Tiger Cub analyse Ernest Hemingway’s six-word story: For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Gawd, that was a blast. I feel so good now.
A friend sent me this joke. It’s kind of funny, but it’s also demoralising. Most Christians wouldn’t get it.
Four novice nuns were about to take their vows.
Dressed in their white gowns, they came into the chapel with the Mother Superior, and were about to undergo the ceremony to marry them to Jesus, making them “Brides of Christ.”
Just as the ceremony was about to begin, four Hasidic Jews with yarmulkes, long sideburns, and long beards came in and sat in the front row.
The Mother Superior said to them, “I am honoured that you would want to share this experience with us, but do you mind if I ask you why you came?”
One of the Jews replied, “We’re from the groom’s family.”