March 2012
3 posts
teachingliteracy:
““Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.” — James Joyce (via fabula)
Just Perfect.
A conversation with a 19 year old junior.
Student: Ms. Foster, do you have any tissue?
Me: No, sweetie, I am all out.
Student: Well, will you write me a pass to pick the boogie out of my nose?
Me: ...when you finish your classwork.
Student: Ms. Foster, write me a pass!
Me: ...when you finish your classwork.
Student sticks finger up nose, digs around for a hot minute.
Student: Look at my finger. Now can I go.
20 minutes later.
Student: Ms. Foster, smell my hand. It's all clean and shit!
