Hawk, is your made-up-number-of-computers e on purpose, or was that a freudian slip?
Speaking of Freud, we started learning about him in psychology, which led to one of the most AWKWARD class lessons I have EVER had.
EVER.
I...I don't think I want to hear about my teacher's small children, and where they are in relation to Freud's psychosexual stages in graphic detail like that ever again (it was the phallic stage, by the way).
It was hilarious, though. And my teacher is pretty awesome.
In other news, the Eyrie will be getting a bit of print time in the school newspaper. Exciting, huh? See what connections can get you?
Showing posts with label eyrie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eyrie. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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Come one, come all, to the greatest show on Earth!
Madness, bloodshed, flying feathers;
We blog through famine, plague, and fair weather.
Our inane observations range wide and far;
The awesome, hackneyed, and incredibly bizarre.
The words that pour forth from each rambling beak,
Are risky at best and not for the weak.
With purpose in our hearts and our pens so fiery,
We bring to you this ornery eyrie.
We blog through famine, plague, and fair weather.
Our inane observations range wide and far;
The awesome, hackneyed, and incredibly bizarre.
The words that pour forth from each rambling beak,
Are risky at best and not for the weak.
With purpose in our hearts and our pens so fiery,
We bring to you this ornery eyrie.
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