Wicked Word Wednesday (1.6) Results

Wicked Word Wednesday Results
Thanks to everyone who participated in Wicked Word Wednesday. This past week we had 6 entries – w00t!

“Enough!” I hear you cry, “We want to know who won!”

Very well; the winner this week is . . .

Dr. Meg Sorick

His transformation incomplete, he sank to his knees, exhausted. With one talon extended, he scratched in the sand: “I am still a man.” The pain began again and he cried out in agony as the rest of the talons erupted from his fingers.

@MegSorick

In second place we have

paradoxicalsprite

Her talons gleamed in the sunlight. A warning for what was to come as she slowly sat back in her seat, a cheshire grin stealing over her face. She knew what she had to do now. It was as clear as day.

Congratulations to this week’s winners (don’t forget your badges!) and tune in Wednesday for another Wicked Word!

Monday Morning Grievance: The Stoplight that Hates Me

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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The stoplight downtown hates me. I know there’s many lights people get annoyed with, but I’m talking specifically about the one by the courthouse and the old bank and the building where the aldermen meet – the one right before the roundabout.

Why does it hate me?

I don’t know.

How do I know it hates me?

Easy. It’s always red.

OK, always is a slight exaggeration.

I kept a list over the past month or so, and the light is only red 94% of the time.

Still, that’s a pretty high percentage.

It’s even more annoying because most of the time – any by most I mean 9 times out of ten – I’m coming through late at night. I am literally the only one on the road, no-one else is waiting for the light, and as soon as I leave the roundabout it’ll turn yellow and force me to stop in the middle of the night for nobody.

It used to be that the lights downtown were on a timer and after 10.30 at night they’d change to caution lights.

No more.

Now, I must suffer the capricious whims of this apparently sentient traffic signal.

Thankfully, I won’t need to go that way today.

Tomorrow, though, I will.

sigh

 


 

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Sunday Snapshots

I find myself working mainly on school-related projects with little time to take pictures, or – if I do have time – I forget to do so. However, my iPhone shows I take more pictures than I remember. What did I do this week?

Flag Shadow on BricksBased on the location I took this picture last Sunday, although I don’t remember actually shooting it.

I went shopping and saw this glass. No wonder it was on clearance.

Glass of Stupid

I thought that no-one could actually be that stupid, then realized stupidity comes in pints, too.

Pint of Stupid

I came across this excellent sentence while tackling my TBR:

Recreational Philosophy

For six months he stayed in Athens, sight-seeing and indulging in a bit of recreational philosophy.

I’m not exactly sure what recreational philosophy is, but it sounds like something I’d enjoy.

I also introduced my students to the National History Day theme:

Finally, here’s a comic I found online:

Onomatopoeian Empire
 

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A Conversation Over Saturday Morning Coffee

morning coffeeThe following is the result of a free write exercise after grading forty-some-odd history assignments and consuming ten cups of coffee – at least, what my coffee maker indicates as a “cup”; measured using my actual coffee mug, it’s only three cups – with Smokey on my lap and House Season 6 on Netflix.


According to my schedule, I’m supposed to write something.

Blue Book ExamToday, it feels like a Blue Book Exam for which I haven’t studied – or worse, one for which I studied the completely wrong material. Like the exam which cost me an A in History of England I because I studied the wrong material and tried verbosity over substance and ended up with a 93.9 in a class with a six-point grading scale and a teacher who didn’t round and whose law was that of the Medes and Persians. She also wore military-style jackets [military circa the turn of the last century] and reminded most of us of Napoleon. She was great!

Seriously, I sat down and did the math – I only needed one more point anywhere else on any assignment over the course of the semester and I’d have my A. Now, I use this tale of woe as an academic morality tale for my students – especially the freshman.

And you know what? I, too, follow the law of the Medes and Persians. By that I mean I cannot change my own class policy, not that you’ll lose your hand if you cheat. Was that a law of the Medes and Persians? I’m not sure, but it sounds like it could be. You’d think I’d know this, being a history teach and all.

Persepolis Relief Medes and Persians

Students think being a teacher is fun because you can make the rules. Being a teacher is extremely enjoyable, but enforcing the rules isn’t always fun, like when a top student completes the wrong assignment or fails to completely follow the directions. I suppose that’s what discourages me sometimes: as a teacher I provide direction, but if my students cannot follow simple written directions, does this reflect badly on them or on me? Who is to blame in this scenario?

I suppose reading comprehension must enter the equation somewhere, and if teachers are being honest, we’d have to admit that most students don’t read as much as they should. Thankfully, that’s beginning to change with the recent surge in YA Literature.

Banned Books Poster 2015YA Literature – a definite misnomer if there ever was one. It’s very label implies it shouldn’t be taken seriously or that adults shouldn’t enjoy it. Hogwash. There’s excellent YA Literature and there’s trash Adult Literature because – shocker – it’s all literature. Let’s forget the labels and focus on a well-written story, shall we?

Now’s a perfect time to start a new reading habit, what with Banned Books Week starting in a week or so. I’m already working on some special posts, so stay tuned. You may even get to hear me read from some of my favorite banned/challenged books!

 

So, what’s new with you?


 

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Old Songs

Stille Nacht Antique Music

They say marriages fall apart over three things: religion, money, and (un)faithfulness.

However, no one talks about the radio.

Let me assure you, while Krystal and I have no plans to divorce, the radio has been a source of tension for years.

We’ll be driving down the road and she’ll reach over and change the station, claiming “this music is too old.”

In fairness, some the music is, in fact, old.

No one would deny that “A Vesta was from Latmos Hill Descending” or the Kryrie Eleison from the Pope Marcellus Mass are old.

Even some jazz is old.

On a related note, I was saddened to hear of Tom Mallison’s passing. Many knew him better as Tom the Jazzman from his Public Radio show “An Evening with Tom the Jazzman.” I first heard his show many years ago on WJFF out of Jeffersonville, NY and later lived miles from his some station of WTEB New Bern, NC.

Anyway. What classifies as “too old” for music?

100 years?

50 years?

10 years?

1 year?

And, perhaps even more importantly, does music’s age influence its enjoyability?

I appear to have asked more questions than I’ve answered.

Ah well; such is the nature of things.

 


 

This post was written in response to a prompt from kelli over at kelliblogs. Do you have a suggestion for a poem, photograph, or future post?

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Twitter – where you can see my thoughts in 140 characters or less. Also, funny retweets.

Wicked Word Wednesday (1.6)

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The Wicked Word is . . .

 

TALON

 

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