I saw a woman today with a violin case and I thought how cartoons made me think every violin case might have a gun inside. Then I thought, someone needs to make a gun full of tiny violins. That would show ‘em. That would show ‘em good.
Category Archives: Journal
Best last line ever.
“And everybody was never seen again.” - Nathan H., 7th grade.
Call me crazy…
I got the H1N1 shot today. DePaul had vaccines available for at-risk individuals, and since my right lung is a whoopee cushion and my left lung is a broken toy accordion, I qualify as at-risk.
I stopped by today, and outside the doors of the fitness center stood two men with clipboards. One [...]
this morning
I woke up with a very distinct feeling.
The feeling was that I needed to go upstairs to ask someone something about Steve, but I knew they wouldn’t give me any information because I do not know Steve’s serial number.
And as Steve was dressing, I almost asked him, hey, what’s your serial number? It’s important for [...]
Today the Fullerton El station smelled like Blue Cheese. I hope this is a new feature, to help people identify what station they’re at using a variety of cheese smells.
Assessments
“Mrs. Lund, you just love to laugh, don’t you?”
-An assessment from Alexis, age 11-almost-12. If that’s the vibe a student gets from me, then I feel okay about who I am. She’s absolutely right, also. I mean, what else would I love to do? Grimace? Stare blankly into space? The alternatives to laughing through my [...]
From the Desk of Barkley Q. Barkerton
Dear Outdoors Place:
Thank you for your compliance with my repeated requests for an end to winter. Your attention to this matter is appreciated. All is forgiven. I look forward to working with you again in the near future.
Sincerely,
BQB:vkl
Dictated, but not read.
Inspiring Eighth Grader
Melissa, a fourteen year old girl in dramagirls, wrote this poem inspired by Nikki Giovanni’s “The Drum”. I can’t stop reading it, it is so beautiful and perfect for a day like today that feels a little colder and a little rainier than I want it to.
World by Melissa
The world told my mama
That the dirt [...]
