The swamp-o-metre is rising like it's on Viagra. When I got here this morning, I was relaxed, yet ready to go (in the let's-go!-start-writing-sense). But then I realised that I'm the only one here today. One writer is in Cuba, one is at the library, one is at work in the parliament (yes, some of us do become spin doctors...), one is participating in a scientific experiment (don't worry, there is nothing Frankensteinish about it) and the last one is preparing her counselor meeting at university. And that leaves me and the shabby chairs and tables here at 9F. And it's actually kinda scary.
[A huge gap of nothing, as there is no-one to interrupt me]
As much as I get annoyed by my co-writers' talking, chatting and laughing their way through our day, it's worse when there's just quiet. I've been trying to finish my manual to Wolfe's The Voices of Village Square, but for the first time in I-can't-even-remember-how-long, I have writer's block. Omigod, rhetoricians shouldn't even be able to have writer's block. We know what to do to avoid them, so it's really, really bad when it actually happens.
I don't even know how to end this post, as there is just one big void in my head.
Swamp-o-metre: 66
But it's also fun, rewarding, embarrassing, intellectually stimulating, time consuming - and something worth blogging about.
Velkommen - Welcome
Denne tosprogede blog handler om hverdagen som gymnasielærer. Jeg er i gang med det hæsblæsende 1-årige pædagogikum, og her på bloggen kan jeg læsse af og lade op.
This bilingual blog is about my life as an English teacher at a Danish gymnasium. This year, I'm doing the pedagogical training course and I'll probably need a place to ponder and wonder.
This bilingual blog is about my life as an English teacher at a Danish gymnasium. This year, I'm doing the pedagogical training course and I'll probably need a place to ponder and wonder.
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