I entered a short poetry contest for this Saturday evening. The Doris Leadbetter Contest. Ohh, Doris... what a strong woman you must have been. I plan on winning the contest solely using my American accent.
There are two great things about the contest. One: There are prizes for first through fourth place. Cash money prizes. If ever good poetry was written, it was written for money. Two: I did not have to submit the poem I, I simply purchases a ticket to read at the event. Forty contestants, no censorship, one minute to read. So, I can either read some mediocre piece of rubbish I have managed to force out of the tip of my pen... or I can get up there and give the crowd something, unexpected. I'll let you know how it goes.
Classes are going well. I teach a lot. Nothing really original or new. Macbeth and Plath are the two major focuses. Playwrights and Poetry. Here I am spewing out to students what professors have drilled into my brain. I only hope I can stay one step ahead of them, like Pierce Brosnan stayed one step ahead of the lava in Dante's Peak.
There was basketball in a toilet today. I found it.
Australians put the letter "r" in the darnedest places. Like in the word "saw" it becomes "sore." One of my students actually wrote an essay using the word "sore" where "saw" should have been. The letter "r" disappears just as much as it appears. It's like a phantom letter. "Car" becomes "Caah." It's not bad, just different. Communication is still easily possible.
Oh I know, parent/teacher conferences are tomorrow night. I'll try on an assortment of different accents for the occasion: Irish, British, Scottish, Australian, American, Chinese... It will be wonderful. I'll probably most often use the "Your kid is a screw-up accent" though. I feel like I'll get pretty good speaking like that.
Cheers,
Melmoth
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