Spring break is over and there’s a stack of projects on my dining room table that have not yet been graded. I wish I had worked on it earlier in the week.
But you didn’t.
Don’t remind me.
I would think the stack of projects would be a constant reminder.
Yep one I continued to ignore.
So what’s the plan now?
Just do it?
But if I keep sitting here tapping on this computer maybe the little grading fairies will show up in the next room ready to work.
WHO am I talking to?
Me? The one who believes in magic?
OK but you’ve gotta do your part.
What, supply them with red pens?
I’m being whimsical.
Whatever. Go grade your papers and later we’ll do something really fun.
What would you do if you didn’t have this stack of work to do?
Plant my beans and okra and corn.
Sounds kinda magical to me.
Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power. Amy Tan
And where does magic come from? I think that magic’s in the learning. Dar Williams
The world is its own magic. Shunryu Suzuki