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May 15, 2008

Dead-blogging my sub day

"Live-blogging" inadvertantly turned into the never-ending, never-concluded what the heck is up with that?? post. 

Unintentional...yesterday's classes required more "up time" from me than "down" (as the day's previous had allowed).  It was relatively uneventful from start to finish, minus an incident with green Sharpie markers, body art, and an unwilling muse, and a stick tied with a piece of string on the end with a screw attached to it ("My mom said I HAD to bring that home", said after I had thrown it in the trash once after it was swung overhead lasso style....)

The punch line of my last class Tuesday which COULD go on and on if I was story-tellin' again involved late students, a trip to the nurse and a dead bird.

The end.

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