Ida: Let's start with "There were riots." Places.
Five students are ready. Three students think maybe they should be doing something. Twenty students look off into varying directions while carrying on varying conversations, some actually about their blocking.
Ida: This is the story of The Great Migration, not The Struggle of Fourth and Fifth Graders.
J: We'd be good at that play!
And scene.
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PS: Thirty-two days and a combined sixty-seven emails, thirteen phone calls, two letters and one postcard later: Yellow Dog is coming home! I'm as squirrelly as a...well, as someone whose boyfriend has been gone for 32 days, 67 emails, 13 phone calls, 2 letters, and 1 postcard.
Posted by Ida at January 21, 2004 11:05 PMDogs? Squirrels?
Posted by: flamingbanjo at January 22, 2004 02:33 PMI am squirrelly for you from afar. He'd better be a good dog, or I hope he gets NO BISCUIT!
Posted by: freesia at January 22, 2004 04:43 PM