21 fingers are it
Spring Break! Let us all cavort with abandon. ... Or, vacuum our bedroom floors while eating canned pudding, it's all the same to me.
I finally got off my arse and wrote something. "Cut 200 words from it and we'll run it in May," is the response I got. It's not that I think I am an endless font of wisdom, it's just that carving 200 words from it was impossible, unless they didn't want verbs. And I know how to chop a piece, even a piece of my own - I used to run the CHOP IT OFF! CHOP IT ALL OFF!! desk.
Dilemmas.
Vacation is nice. Side note: I went in to work on the first day of it and saw so many other teachers' cars there that I momentarily panicked and wondered if we really were on break. Maybe there is more to this 15.5 hour crap than I thought.
1 comment:
spring break. ah, the good old days. here's a hint, just chop every 3rd word.
spring break the good days.
see? still got my point across and i chopped 2 words.
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