Why?
- Why do people turn nouns into verbs? On Facebook this morning, I noticed someone was “homeworking,” which didn’t bother me, by the way. But it brought to mind a misdirected noun from my graduate work that does. It is the one word that the Rat Fink simply cannot bear to hear. PK knows. I can barely type it. OK, I will, just this once. Musicking — as in the act of making music. I plan to shoot the man who made it up. Music. Is. Not. A. Verb. I know there are those who don’t care about this, but…yeah. You know the drill.
- Why does talking about critical pedagogy bother me? I really, really get itchy about it. It’s the poster child for the selfish, crybaby, “gimme what she has” generation of public education. *scratching head really fast* I dunno. I just hate it. Moving on.
- Why does a person write a bomb threat note and leave it in the men’s room at school? (Especially when kids have to sign out to go to the rest room, and there are cameras in the hallways?) Hmmm. Anyway, it was a terrible way for everyone to spend most of their day: evacuated and locked up in the middle school gym.
- Why does time fly when you’re having fun, and drag when you’re not?
- Why are my keys always in the other pocket?
- Why do people insist on self-destructive behaviors? (I myself am guilty of this at times.)
- Why are some people unkind? I’ll never get it.
Answer me these questions…um, seven.
FO
Remember the “funny papers?” Dad used to go out early on Sunday mornings, sometimes returning with “Bismarcks” from the bakery, but always with a copy of the Sunday Tribune, which always had an extra-large comics section that I’d scan, until Mother would utter the dreaded phrase, “Come on, girls. Time to get ready for church.” No more lazy.
