Monday, February 13, 2012

thinking made visible

My hometown was a wonderful (or choose your own adjective) place to grow up.
Laci had a rather eccentric style.
Mr. Brown is the worst teacher I’ve ever had.
The room seemed very institutional.

My hometown was a lush tropical island off the coast of cape cod that is filled with fun things to do.

Laci wore day-glow pink pants with an orange shirt and her jewelry looked like Christmas ornaments.

Mr. Brown came into class everyday smelling of old people and cheap cigars. he didnt teach me a thing.

The room was a vibrant color of yellow, the walls were made of rubber, and there was no way out 

2 comments:

  1. Nice use of detail here! I esp. like the Xmas ornament jewelry and the old people and cheap cigar smell.

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  2. LMAO! i like the one about old people and cheap cigars. hate the smell of old people. ysterday i could smell this lady 20feet ahead of me evertime the wind blew it became worse and worse.

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