Hot times, summer in the city. Oh, Polonius, you're so funny.
So I'm volunteering my time at a local high school and I am loving it. Hamlet, Lord of the Flies, not having to do any marking... what more could a girl want? Oh yeah, money. Well, the good part is, if I ever DO get an interview I'll be able to tell long, wonderful tales about my mad skills. Plus, every Friday is treat day... delicious.
The secret domains of teachers (department offices) are truly places to be feared. So far I have learned about the wonderful game of washer box, I've learned what it means to be "judged," and I've developed a new appreciation for moustaches.
I can't wait until I.S.U. presentations next week and Shakespeare memorizations. I'm reliving high school from the opposite perspective which means I don't have to write any exams. It's wonderful, it's fabulous, and I get the weekends "off." I think I'm going to enjoy this teaching thing, can you say Corwin's cottage anyone?
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washer box has me lost at well. Good stuff on good times at the old school, though.
Well, apparently the boyfriend and friends of one of the new female teachers invented "washer box." She tried to explain the game to us, but we were in histerics laughing. She got really frustrated with us and was very embarassed. Oh, making fun of people. Anyhow, turns out it's a real thing... and fun for the whole family. If you google "washer box" this http://www.prowashers.com/ is what you get.
CORWIN'S COTTAGE!
There, I said it, do I win a prize? Oooh! Can we play washer box at Corwin's cottage?
uuugh. Wal-mart should just sell horseshoes. There is something strange about washer box.
We don't actually have a horseshoe pit around the cottage anymore.
But if we did, I certainly wouldn't have any trouble finding horseshoes.
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