no is such a small word
yet i didn’t use it
when i should have
i didn’t tell myself
i didn’t say it to you
ever since i cry
for what i did
for what i didn’t do
for what i’ll never know
The presentation went well. A couple of people were interested in writing lessons for the site; and there was lots of positive feedback. After class, we went off to Noodles & Company for a lovely group lunch. After we ate, I got another nice hug from Jim, and then I was on my way again.
The trip to Stevenson was sad in a way. I had to walk right down that first floor hallway where my Willie Bobbie used to dwell, and now, he’s way far away and hard to get to.
Because sadness drives me to eat, actually everything drives me to eat, but back to the point, I was forced to make a little side trip. Forced, I tell you. I’ve never actually been to paradise, um, I mean, to a Krispy Kreme store. I got to see the whole donut making process, from frying to glazing to eating. I bought some for me, and then a bunch of pumpkin spice donut holes to take to work on Monday. Then I was on the road, on my way back home, eating donuts along the way.
Somehow, the entries that I wrote on Saturday have disappeared. I must have clicked the wrong button :( This is a re-creation of that sad, missing entry.
So here I am in the Illinois State computer classroom. Jim Kalmbach invited me to talk to his Using Technology to Teach Writing in Middle School and High School class. I’ve gotten here a few minutes early, so a student is doing a presentation on wikis. I’m multitasking—looking at the sites being presented and cramming for my own presentation. Stupidly, I dropped my stuff as I walked in the door. That means I’m over here at a computer, and it’s all over there by the door. I miss my water bottle.
Oops. Time for my presentation. More later… Must get on with the ReadWriteThink show.
“A language that no one actually ‘speaks’” from the Pocono Record Online offers a mainstream explanation of 133t5p33k. Unfortunately, I’m not sure that replacing my E’s with 3’s is going to result in “being cool and keeping … parents (or anybody else looking over [my] shoulder) guessing.”
The doctor’s appointment was not my finest hour. I’ve been borderline upset ever since.
Tomorrow is the doctor’s appointment :(
And I need to catch up on my writing
And I need to get my stuff together for Saturday
And I need to clean up the latest falling plaster
And I need to do a million other things