Student: Are you a cool sub or a mean sub?
Miss Mariner: A mean sub
Student: Aww man!
Miss Mariner: No…She’s a cool sub, I’ve had her before.
[my heart could have melted]
Student: Miss Mariner?
Miss Mariner: Yes?
Student: Can I call you Debbie?
Miss Mariner: No!
Student: Awww.
Student: Miss Mariner, did you know this room has a ghost…
It’s the ghost of Miss Brown’s husband!
Student: Miss Mariner did you know Kobe Braynt?
Miss Mariner (showing a peace sign): Yeah, we are like this
Student: He’s my uncle.
Student: Are you writing my name down?
Miss Mariner: Should I be writing your name down?
Panic
Student: Did she leave you any special notes of students you need to watch out for?
Miss Mariner: Maybe….what’s your name?
Panic
Friday, September 25, 2009
Things I think about
Should I really use a plate? If I am going to need to wipe down the counter after I eat/prepare my food, and if it is clean from before—why bother? If I use a plate and then wash it after I use it, but also wipe down the counter why not save a step and just slap my food straight on the counter? I can see how a plate may be less of a mess, like for food such as spaghetti, or on occasions when you need to cut your food on your plate but for everything else, why not save some steps?
Monday, September 7, 2009
The Sound
I had a dream a few weeks ago. I was at a place I knew to be the Jerusalem Study Abroad Student Center. I was on vacation and I could hear a slightly irritating sound in the center. We went outside and the sound became louder and more irritating. I looked around and found the noise: it was snowing (not usual Jerusalem weather) and people were crunching around in the ice. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The racket continued as we drove around looking at a few nearby sights.
We returned to the school and a few girls took me into the cafeteria. The noise here was the same. They explained to me that because of current food markets, all their food had to be brought with them. This involved planning menus in advance. They further explained that most mornings they have toast with cinnamon but unfortunately the cooks here often burn the toast. That sound! It was the same sound but now in the form of people scraping off their top layer of bread. Scrape! Scrape! Scrape! I looked around the cafeteria and saw the students, hunched over their trays, tuning up their breakfast, and producing horrible music.
This was the last part of my dream that I remembered before waking up. I woke up with the dream in my mind and thinking it to be odd. Until…that sound! I was awake in my dark bedroom at three in the morning and that sound scraped and crunched into my dozy confused mind. I sat a minute and listened for the sound….it was coming from the wall my bed rests against that is directly behind my head. Gophers! My basement bedroom was hearing the nocturnal burrowing of gophers in our garden! They were destroying our garden and raising havoc in my dreams!
I pushed my covers to the side and hazily stood up. I faced the wall and knocked at the epicenter. The sound of crunching snow continued in my room. I knocked louder. Silence. Four seconds later the sound of a person scraping burnt toast took control of my dark living quarters. I knocked again, with real intent, banging hard on the wall using both hands. Silence. I paused, smiled to myself, and fell back in bed. I was moving pillows around when the sound began again. I sighed, took the pillows by my head, and made them the bread of a face sandwich that muffled the sound of a gopher burrowing in my garden at three in the morning.
We returned to the school and a few girls took me into the cafeteria. The noise here was the same. They explained to me that because of current food markets, all their food had to be brought with them. This involved planning menus in advance. They further explained that most mornings they have toast with cinnamon but unfortunately the cooks here often burn the toast. That sound! It was the same sound but now in the form of people scraping off their top layer of bread. Scrape! Scrape! Scrape! I looked around the cafeteria and saw the students, hunched over their trays, tuning up their breakfast, and producing horrible music.
This was the last part of my dream that I remembered before waking up. I woke up with the dream in my mind and thinking it to be odd. Until…that sound! I was awake in my dark bedroom at three in the morning and that sound scraped and crunched into my dozy confused mind. I sat a minute and listened for the sound….it was coming from the wall my bed rests against that is directly behind my head. Gophers! My basement bedroom was hearing the nocturnal burrowing of gophers in our garden! They were destroying our garden and raising havoc in my dreams!
I pushed my covers to the side and hazily stood up. I faced the wall and knocked at the epicenter. The sound of crunching snow continued in my room. I knocked louder. Silence. Four seconds later the sound of a person scraping burnt toast took control of my dark living quarters. I knocked again, with real intent, banging hard on the wall using both hands. Silence. I paused, smiled to myself, and fell back in bed. I was moving pillows around when the sound began again. I sighed, took the pillows by my head, and made them the bread of a face sandwich that muffled the sound of a gopher burrowing in my garden at three in the morning.
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