Of various ages, and from long ago.
Me to student: “Where was Andrew Jackson born?”
Student: “Iowa? No wait…he’s from the south, right? One of those shady places.”
Me: “Shady places?”
Student: “Yeah, where all those pageant people come from.”
Me to young student: “…and discord is the opposite of accord, when things are not in agreement or harmony.”
Student: “Like…a discordant note was struck in our conversation when someone brought up the lawsuit?”
Me: “Is that from something?”
Student: “No.”
Student: “You really hate the word “get,” huh?”
Me: “It’s not very precise–pretty much every other verb is more vivid and specific.”
Student: “I have to say…”get” doesn’t really like you either.”
Me: “What do you need for your conclusion?”
Student: “I’ll tell you…”
Student:
Me:
Student: “Patience is a virtue.”
Student: “I want it to be in black and white, with burned edges…like it’s DEAD inside.”
