So, what's more fun that having the school get put on "hard lockdown" five minutes before the bell rings because of a potential escaped convict with a handgun who might be on campus--and then sitting in the dark in the classroom (supposedly in "duck and cover" mode) for another 1.5 hours with no outside communication (besides the constantly buzzing cell phones--why fight it?) and a kid behind my lectern who actually pees his pants he has to go so bad?
Finding a new palindrome, that's what. Like most, it doesn't make much sense. But where's the fun in making sense?
Frustration? No, I tart surf.
I've got to figure out what else to add to that, or I need to find out what "tart surfing" is. Is it like channel surfing? Web surfing? (Seriously, when was the last time you heard someone using the phrase "surf the web" without a touch of irony? Say it to yourself: "Well, Oprah's over. I'm going to go surf the web!")
Here's one from the name brand on the teachers' toilet seat:
Olsonite: E.T. in Oslo.
Is this palindrome fixation a gift or a curse? (Just noticed "fixation" could be broken into "No, I tax if..." ).
Truth be told, I'm avoiding grading.
Thank you, thank you, O Palindrome Master. It may be a curse to you, but it's a gift to the rest of us!
ReplyDeleteP.S. Sorry about the lockdown. How's your shoulder?