It's not that it ... upsets me, it's just that I start crying during parts of it, and sometimes I don't feel like crying while watching a movie. But I do love it.
nods furiously.
Yes. This.
In my first class here, I bought my kids lots of books for the classroom 'cause we didn't
have
any freaking reading scheme. And one of them was a wee Ladybird edition of
Lilo and Stitch.
And one of them was all 'read it to us, miss!', and I had to explain that I couldn't, because I would cry and cry and cry. (There are lots of poems I simply can't read to kids, even though they're very good, because they BREAK me.) Malak, my cleverest, most thoroughly splendid wee Hermione of a student, took great delight in chasing me around the room and reading the ending bit to me in an evil bid to make me cry.
OK, I can top y'all for Embarrassing Sap factor, on The Sopranos last week, Tony's boss, Johnny Sack, danced with his exceedingly homely daughter to "Daddy's Little Girl" and fucking killed me.cheap sentiment, and a dad awaiting trial on forty-two RICO predicates, but I still went for it...something about her being so plain, but yet her dad would just dare anyone to say his Allegra wasn't the most beautiful thing ever... strangest places I feel that particular deficiency. Sad when your dad is worse than a mob boss, but in the light of day? Silly, huh>
Did that help?
No, strangely. No! Don't try it again!
I want a cupcake. That would make my day better.
It really gets to you, I can tell.
Of course it does! Weird little girl and her pet monster!
Hey, Fay! So, I see you're unsure what you'll do if your boss refuses to let you come. I say come here, then couch-hop around the U.S. until it's time to fly to your new job.
Okay, it's not very realistic, but it is a GREAT idea.
I can make it drily through all of
Lilo & Stitch
except for the surfing scene.
Plei, what 'evdorable'?
Still, could be worse, could be emodorable (emorable?).
I say come here, then couch-hop around the U.S. until it's time to fly to your new job.
Yes! Or, or, you and I could team up, find a middle school teacher, and we'd be like traveling schoolteachers of the Old West. Hired Chalks, they'd call us. We Fight Crime! And ignorance.
(There are lots of poems I simply can't read to kids, even though they're very good, because they BREAK me.)
I can't read
The Velveteen Rabbit.
I can't even describe it or explain the plot to someone else, because I get very very emotional about it.
