February 25, 2005
The Duck of the Irish

tengrrl’s thoughts & news on teaching writing, literacy, and literature
February 23, 2005
Stanley seems to be a cat, and he’s on his 4th life. He perks up when people come near the tank again. He eats when I feed him. It’s like he’s a different fish.
I swear to you we all thought this fish was dead. Last week he was lying on rocks on the bottom of the tank completely limp. He was Knuffle Bunny boneless. Today he is sitting on the rocks rather than burying his head down in them and holding his fins up.
There must be some kind of gold in that medicine bottle.
February 22, 2005
So reports of Stanley’s demise have been greatly exaggerated. I was ready to believe he was dead. He seemed to get very sick very quickly last week. My boss reported that he was dead when she checked him yesterday.
Today, I came in and had to look in the tank for him. My dear boss says well he’s moved. I figured it was just the filter, but I got out the pencil that we have been poking him with since Thursday to see if he’s alive.
He went flying out of the rocks he was hiding in like a child running from spinach. He’s still sick. He may not last, but he is alive and even ate a nugget of food.
Next time I’ll wait for a ruling from the coroner before alarming the family. Please do not attempt to retrieve any lovings given to poodles or kitties in lieu of flowers.
August 28, 2004
because i have been decorating the window at work, along with help from my MarcoPolo friends Lisa and Sharon, i’ve been exploring all the parameters of Duck’s campaign for president. as a public service to our coworkers, we’ve been posting information about the three candidates for this year’s election: Bush, Kerry, and Duck.
Duck is the best for the job. Vote Duck!
June 28, 2004
ok. so that was a waste. all i can write is crap:
Writing assignments that work is the key to success in any class. Students can survive a lot of missteps, but if the assignments that we send students off to complete do not provide them with the details that they need, their success is more likely to be the result of chance than accomplishment.
what hogwash. i feel like i don’t know how to write anything anymore. how do i start? can i just dive into the middle? should i be writing a list of ten? figuring out how i want to reformat them? geesh. i feel so lost, and i’ve only been trying to write for a few minutes now.
June 28, 2004
so here i spent all this time trying to figure out how to do index cards online. looking for special software, avery labels, something. anything.
in desperation last week, as i was packing for my yearly trip to houghton, i needed to decide whether or not to pack the index cards. had to give it one more try, and as my last try i thought i’d see if i could configure something in Word that would work. go to Word, and find that there’s a 8×5 card layout already there, built in. even on my old copy of word on my poor old ibook.
silly me. i think i got derailed by the idea of trying to find a technology solution, some new way to do what i used to do. really, what i should have been doing was spending my time doing what i knew worked. i would have gotten to the same place much more quickly.
i think that i’ll still use endnote for the bib citations, because i have to do something. they need to be written, and why not let software do it for me since i know how to use it and don’t need anything too complex. and after all, mla has changed, so i’d have to look up the rules if i wrote it all out by hand.
so now i’m sitting here in houghton, needing to get started on my writing. much reading and notetaking and writing and rewriting to do. unfortunately, i don’t think i have anything that i need with me right now. on the other hand, i don’t really feel like wandering off to find something. by the time i chose something and came back, it would be time to leave again.
i guess that it’s that point in the writing process when i have to look at my collected notes that are online and figure out what i have that i can keep. maybe it’s time for some freewriting. or something of that sort.