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The curtain went up and all of us were standing there, just staring and blinking in to the bright light. It wasn’t laughter that any of us were expecting, but that’s what we got. We were there in our finest Sunday clothes – nothing like the best available, of course; our mothers made do with what we had – but all it provoked was hilarity, not admiration…or what we all wanted: adoration.Posted By Anne On 05.21.2013 @ 2:16 pm
the dashboard was caked with dust, dusty with time and far too many travels. it’d had seen more history than most likely would in their entire lives. it had been witness to entire lives and whole stories. Everything from baby food to motor oil had been smeared across its front, and never had it seen a day of armoroil.Posted By anne On 04.09.2013 @ 12:28 pm
The terrain was dry. Cracks appeared in every direction I looked like the wrinkles of an ancient being. Everywhere I looked, was desserted. No buildings. No people. No animals. Not even a plant. Where was I? Without any common sense, I walked forward or was it backward, who knows? After walking for what seemed like hours, I suddenly realised I could hear a faint hum. Straining to hear, I tried to recognise where the sound waa coming from. I closed my eyes. Slowly, I edged my feet in the direction I could hear the strange noise. Louder and louder.Posted By Anne On 03.09.2013 @ 10:43 pm
Her dress was embellished with rhinestones and eccentric designs of every type of exotic flower imaginable. She did a little twirl and the crowed fell silent with awe and jealousy, not only because of her gown, but because of her natural beauty and radiance. She was glowing with perfection, from her nose to her toes.Posted By Anne On 02.24.2013 @ 7:45 pm
Theres a list. A list of things to do. There usually is. I call this list my procedure. The drill. It usually consists of endless, prepetual and painful tasks. Everyday I have to partake in my usual procedure. If not, the job won’t get done. If the job doesn’t get done, then I get reprimanded. If I’m reprimanded, then shame is placed upon me. If shame is placed upon me, the guilt builds up. When the guilt builds up, I loose attention. When I loose attention, less tasks are being completed. When less tasks are being completed, I built up anxiety.When anxiety builds up enough, I get depressed. When I get depressed, I don’t partake in my usual procedure. That’s why it’s important to keep a procedure at hand for if you don’t, you may end up a sad, lazy and unsucessful. Then you can write about it.Posted By Anne On 12.24.2012 @ 7:31 pm
Teaching is the most beautiful thing humans have done. It’s sharing thoughts and information, and to all those who teach, I salute you.
Teachers are the most generous people on earth, whole-heartedly sharing what they know to the future generation.
Thanks a lot to those who never stopped teaching! -AnnePosted By Anne On 11.07.2012 @ 6:43 am
“Bury him.” His mustache tickled my cheek. I’d prepared for this moment since I first dipped my toe in the political waters as a young woman. Now here I was, about to face my opponent face to face for the first time. “Bury him,” my strategist repeated. Thus began my first debate.Posted By Anne On 10.16.2012 @ 8:32 am
They always say there’s a new beginning. But when does it begin? We’re constantly bombarded with “new beginnings,” Where do they start? You can’t begin without having ended first. But no valedictorian is going to tell 200 wide eyed graduates that their days of frivolity are over. They’ll just say it’s another new beginning.Posted By Anne On 09.21.2012 @ 8:26 am