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Intimacy, roughly like this

by Constantino_Giraldez @ 2008-09-17 – 10:57:24

Don’t. Did you like it? Do it.
I won’t if you don’t want me to. I guess I did. No.
I don’t want you to. You guess? Please. Do it.
Thank you. I did. I don’t want to.
How about a drink? Good. It’s easy.
I can’t. And you? It’s not about that.
Okay. I did. Then what?
I’m sorry. Good. I just don’t want to.
No, no, it’s fine. So, I guess this is it. Shit.
I guess I should be leaving. I guess so. I’m sorry.
You can stay if you want. Alright then. Doesn’t matter.
It’s late. I’ll see you again. You alright?
Yes, of course. Of course. ’course.

Faith

by Constantino_Giraldez @ 2008-09-17 – 10:01:09

I have trouble putting ‘Teach Less, Learn More’ into practice. Obviously I have been vigorously indoctrinated in NIE and afterwards in school to believe that this is the ideal form of classroom instruction, and I do believe that, even though the chief reason I find this pedagogy appealing is not so much for the benefit of more students’ learning as for my getting more free sleep time.

I suppose if the Ministry’s proselytizing had been completely successful, I should be patting myself on the back for a job well done. I have after all, just completed a lesson plan for a three-hour art history class for which I do not have to prepare any materials besides guiding questions and the kids will go fish for answers themselves in the library and on the internet while I “supervise” proceedings.

Why do I feel so guilty then? Because I am not bent over my laptop now creating two dozen slides as teaching aids, because I am not doing any research into the topics the kids are supposed to learn. All I’ve done is arranged the scheme of work into a list of questions that the kids have to find the answers to themselves. Hey, they’ll learn how to be independent learners. So I tell myself. Shoo, guilt, you have no place here. I’m just following the orders of the management.

Bored at the Office

by Constantino_Giraldez @ 2008-09-11 – 13:18:55

A: No, that’s not possible! I saw it with my own eyes. She was lying there in a pool of her own blood, like, in a mess...

B: … well, where is she now?

A: How the hell should I know? Like I said, I saw her lying there and I freaked out, okay, I just ran!

B: You didn’t think to go get someone?

A: Well, you’re here, aren’t you?

B: I meant, like the police or an ambulance…

A: Are you stupid or something? I might’ve killed the damn bitch…

B: So you called me here to do… what?

A: I… I don’t know… clean up the mess or something.

B: Jesus Christ, you sick bastard. You kill my sister and expect me to help you get rid of her body? Are you out of your mind?

A: Fuck, you were the one you called her a cunt so fucked up she deserved to be…

B: I didn’t mean it! I didn't... God, how can anyone be such an idiot?

A: I… I… well, I don’t know if I killed her anyway. I mean, she’s gone… she could have...

B: What? She could have got up, mopped up her own blood and left, you fucking moron?

A: I don't know. I don't know. She was here, God damn it! Where is she?

B: You tell me. You killed her.

A: I don’t know that! We don't know that!

B: Oh, fuck you!

A: Jesus, she came at me, I pushed her and she just fell over the… the thing.

B: The pipe.

A: The pipe. It was self-defense.

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