Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Ode to Salt Creek Cinemas

Oh movie house, I love you so!

My boyfriend and I were able to watch Valentine's Day in your soft, comfy seats. We were able to drink your Mt. Dew and eat your Red Vines. We were able to do this all a few blocks away from my home on a school night. And, forgive me, but I am glad that we were your only company this evening. :)

A night with you is worth every penny!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Dear Valentine,

You have changed the course of my eternities.

I am daily glad that we have the courage to be together, that we are moving forward in a direction of promise and love.

Thank you for my gifts...you went overboard.

More so, thank you for loving me like you do.

Yours,
Krystle

Please Profread!

As an English teacher, I have a chance to be critical of others' mistakes on a semi-frequent basis.

Some of my favorites:

A process analysis essay explaining "how-to" make the perfect bowl of cereal. "Open the panty and see which cereal looks best." Lucky Charms, anyone?

A newspaper article explaining procrastination. "Grab a handful of potato ships and dig in."

Funny. It's good to be me.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Tear It Up!

I am alive, and well.

We are reading Julius Caesar right now. The following conversation occurred in my 7th hour class today:

B: Miss Cook. What would you do if I ripped four pages out of this textbook?
Me: I would charge you 80 bucks.
B: For four pages?!
Me: Yep.
B: It's almost worth it... (he is seriously contemplating)
Me: Here. Let me give you something else to rip.

I walked to my cupboard and pulled out an old textbook, one that is musty and nasty and 22 years old.

Me: Go for it!
B: Really?
Me: Yep.
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(A conversation overheard a few minutes later)
B: How much will you pay me for tearing out a page?
C: A dollar.

RIP!

B: How much will you pay me for tearing out a page?
J: 50 cents.

RIP!
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B then went out in the hall to see if anyone else would pay him for ruining a book.

He ended the day, frustration over Caesar released, $2 richer, thinking I am a loon.

And I had an amusing 7th hour.

What Do I Want Out of Life?

While cleaning out my desk I came across a piece of my writing from 2009. I thought I would share it here. :) What Do I Want Out of Life? In...