Now What?

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Prompt:
" January 16th will arrive soon enough.  A fresh new face will greet you in room 218.  How will you prepare yourself and your new guide for the journey into the next chapter?"


Well I suppose that to "prepare myself" I would go through all previous assignments and seek out which ones I was most happy with or liked the most. Then taking all the ones I did not like I would delete and/or incinerate all those files. Once the amount of my bad work had been reduced to ashes or bytes of data, I would take all the good assignment and place them in my "archive". Those would be saved until a time where I might need them.


However to "Prepare my new guide" might take a bit more work...
I personally would never teach such a class of miscreants but if I did have to teach this class then I would take the time to put out a survey and figure out what the students liked about the last teacher and what they disliked. Taking these responses I would then try to take what needed to be taught and figure out how to make it so that the students would enjoy their work more. Hopefully this would increase the moral and maturity of the class and we could then begin work on more advanced topics. Maybe even getting back to doing the Ego like usual.


All in all I hope that in the coming year the new teacher will be an excellent addition to our school and class.


~Luna's blessings upon you

Anyone want to lend me a hand?

Hello everyone!

Most of you will want to avoid this post as if it had the plague because I need someone to look over/edit a "fan-fiction" I am writing. If you do not know what a fan-fiction is then I would suggest you flee from this blog and instead go view some other persons post about their adorable pet cat or a recipe for some very good muffins.
How ever if you are a willing victim subject who would not mind my terrible writing style and grammatical errors then please send me an email at keegamer@gmail.com
Thank you for your time and as always,

Luna's blessings upon you

A Poem

Sweet- 

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By Martin Williams

The steel has made  me cold
No the stone made me hard
Nor the gray made me colorless.

The dopefiends have not made me scandalous
Nor the cops made me hateful
Nor the hateful made me heartless

The food has not killed my appetite
Nor sexlessness killed my desire
Nor lifelessness killed my thirst.

They gave me no water for my garden,
Gave me sand for seeds,
And I grew flowers
And low fruit,
Enough to color the walls
And make stale rice
Taste sweet.