Ooh, I could use that to talk to Andi (Windsparrow).
Cool. Just email me your address so I can send it.
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Ooh, I could use that to talk to Andi (Windsparrow).
Cool. Just email me your address so I can send it.
I thought of that already, and got a big eyeroll from all my vet teacher friends.
I'm drawing a blank, too.
I'm going to tie wolf research into WF. I'd prefer werewolves, but....
Dude, that was just SAD.
I'm trying to be sensitive to the regional context.
Uh, with Tom Sawyer, you can play Rush in class?
Dude, that was just SAD.
I agree. Very weak. I expect better from you, Mr. S.
White Fang is most interesting as the corollary to Call of the Wild. It's the opposite story (half wolf becomes happily domesticated). I remember preferring it.
With Tom Sawyer you're dealing with an American archetype. To me, it's always been interesting that Tom Sawyer started as a popular novel that Twain spunoff into a series of Tom Sawyer potboilers that are pretty cheezy. And yet it also spawned Huckleberry Finn - a genuine masterpiece.
I liked Tom Sawyer as a kid, and so have a soft spot for it, but Huck Finn would be more teachable, I think.
I agree. Very weak. I expect better from you, Mr. S.
You can critique when you expend the ten seconds of energy necessary to go find your own links. Lazybones.
You can critique when you expend the ten seconds of energy necessary to go find your own links. Lazybones.
You'd be surprised at how much less effort it takes to critique your lame Rush joke than it does to hit "Previous," followed by Ctrl+F and coming up with some clever search string that would take me to just the link I was looking for.
Skipping 200-odd posts to say, boy howdy, y'all are chatty for a Thursday.
Today's afternoon nap involved a dream in which I rejected the invitation of a nice, fatherly Indian doctor type person to join him in a dark, secluded hall.
"Right, like I'm gonna go into a dark, secluded hall with some man I don't know," I said.
He replied, "Not like that! You don't understand."
By which time I'd passed the dark, secluded hall, gotten out into the open, and found myself in the middle of gang fight which the nice, fatherly Indian doctor type was trying to keep me out of. Oops. I defended myself by smacking people with my bicycle. After a while I just looked at the rival gang leaders and said, "Are we done here? Cuz I can keep this up for awhile yet."
Then I woke up.
Question: Community College application - how important it is that I type this? And by typed I mean, I'ma screw it up at least twice. Hand-printed I know will be neat, but it will be hand-printed.
Maybe they could research Twain himself, and the influence he (through TS and HF) had on the modern novel? How old are your students? Twain is just so lovely. He's quotable. He's astute.