I'm not sure if it makes me a high school teaching prophetess or what, but today as my students and I finished reading "A&P," I put the text back in my file cabinet, slammed it shut... and I learned that John Updike passed away. Poetic, huh?
Point being: Don't cross me. I've got crazy, voo-doo, magic powers.
"Maybe we'll meet some other time. Under the pear trees, in Paradise."
3 comments:
wow. I'm impressed. And I've already become aware of your crazy voo doo powers. Or the crazy part at least.
There is great power in crazy.
I had one of these weird things. back in 11th gr. english, remember we had to write sentences with weekly vocab SAT words? Well, in April, 1995, there must have been some word that was a synonym for tragedy or something. I wrote a sentence to the effect that the bombing was a "tragedy" (insert SAT word). That was that. Well, get the graded paper back, and Tana happens to read my sentences (sometimes I made them silly) and notices that the sentence and the date. Upshot - the sentence was written a week or so BEFORE the Oklahoma fed building bombing.
Kinda spooky.
I would have never caught that detail, but she was observant.
I should have kept that paper for evidence of the strange event. Maybe its still at my parent's house, I kept lots of my stuff :) Still have ALL of my college and law notes, papers, tests, EVERYTHING.
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