I told my co-workers about it yesterday and printed out poems for everyone.
Posts under ‘Conserved Conversations’
Last week, we discussed herpes at the water cooler
It’s after lunch, and somehow the people in my office have started discussing sexually transmitted diseases.
Get this man a promotion
I’m looking out the window of my office building, wondering if I should wear my scarf when I go out to grab lunch.
The golden ball of gas
I’m helping Borun revise an imagist poem for his seventh grade poetry project. Together, we ponder how to show and not tell.
She’ll grow on you
My sister, Megan, and I are discussing our high school classmates. Turns out, almost everyone is married and/or has kids. Except us.
So sari to hear that
I just told some co-workers all about my subway injury. Phil decides to start what becomes a long pun-off that lasts until I leave work.
Explaining the bases
Jing and I are reading a poem in which someone is said to “make a pass at” another someone. I suspect Jing has no idea what that means. My attempts to turn it into a teachable moment about context clues backfires.
Women’s studies
We are discussing another co-worker fond of saying “That’s not my job!” Despite the clarification, we really aren’t sure what she does all day.
Conversations with Life Coach
There’s a fine line between genius and madness. This is kind of what it’s like with Life Coach – he think he’s a genius, and I think he’s crazy.
A pervy eye for a pervy eye
Last week, I assigned Jing a New York Times article about sex offenders in a working-class neighborhood in Long Island. She had to speak her mind when she handed over her short written response. It was the hardest I’ve laughed all week.
