Free Hugs

I came across this link through a friend of mine. She had it linked to her MSN (thanks Clarisse!), anyway do take a look at it, if you havent already. When I first saw it I thought what a brilliant idea! It's perfect to break through the faux pas of our society. But then again... am I comfortable hugging a stranger? What if they turned out to be a perv or haven't had a bath for days and have soiled clothes on, worst still what if they stink? BTW Aren't hugs personal? Doesn't someone hug another because they care for that person?

It dawned on me that my soul has reached a plateau, its time to move on.

Marking

Its that time of the year again. Happens twice a year, my hair gets sparse. Its marking time. I get irate when students come up to me and say "cher how'd I do?" and the day after they finish their paper they run up to me in excitement "cher finish marking already?" (Nausea sets in)

Get this
1. I havent finished marking. (Especially not after the day you had sat for it)
2. How in the world can I remember ONE particular script's grade over hundreds of others?
3. Don't harass me.
4. Marking is no joke, especially when students seem to insist on using webdings as font.

History Is Indeed Fun :)

I received an email today from my beautiful pal of 21 years, Pauline. I would like to share the information with the rest of you people who think you know everything! (hint, hint)

Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the Renowned English longbow and therefore be incapable of fighting in the future. This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew").Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, "See, we can still pluck yew! "PLUCK YEW!" Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodental fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the ne-finger-salute are mistakenly thought to have something to do with an intimate encounter. It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird." And yew thought yew knew every plucking thing.

Audrey

Looks like I have pissed a student off. Surprise Surprise :O This is where my friends will tell me "retribution Regina retribution" hahaha. I must relate some of my wonderful secondary school experiences. I remember hating each and every teacher I had cause they never allowed me to speak my mind. From my first year to the last year of my secondary school days I remember spending at least 4 out of 5 days at the principal's office. I would sit there comfortably explaining to her how this teacher purposely picked on me for nothing. Mind you back then coming from a girls school we were expected to be demure. I was anything but. I wasn't rude nor vulgar but I had strong opinions, just like Audrey. I had supportive parents who let me do (almost)anything I had wanted, cause I did well in my studies. I was sent for counselling and after one session refused to go cause I knew what needed changing wasn't me. I'm still a non-conformist, if you know me well you know my ways. It's not that I don't understand Audrey, I might have for a moment forgotten what it was like being a teen with strong opinions.

Down Ain't Out

I have been away for a few days, went for an operation to remove an abscess. Its like a few boils coming together to form one huge one. It hurt like crazy. I'm supposed to be on MC for a week but I'm back to work now after taking 3 days rest, as the students need me since the examinations are around the corner.

My dad had a stroke a week ago, he is better now but he can't swallow nor walk. The doctors said with rehab he will be able to be back to normal but it all depends on his mindpower. I truely believe that if you say you can do it, you will be able to do it, no matter how difficult it may seem. My dad's a strong man he will be up and about in about a month.

Take good care everyone!