I told my co-workers about it yesterday and printed out poems for everyone.
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It’s after lunch, and somehow the people in my office have started discussing sexually transmitted diseases.
I’m looking out the window of my office building, wondering if I should wear my scarf when I go out to grab lunch.
I’m helping Borun revise an imagist poem for his seventh grade poetry project. Together, we ponder how to show and not tell.
My sister, Megan, and I are discussing our high school classmates. Turns out, almost everyone is married and/or has kids. Except us.
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.
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.
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.
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.