26 September 2005

And nobody...I mean nobody...can take that away from me.

Per Suzanne's instructions:

1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

Here goes:

I'm Irish.

Yes indeed.

I can't resist recalling a funny teaching moment where a student was writing an essay about the south side (Chicago) St. Patrick's day parade. He kept mentioning these girls and their "colada rings" and I was very perplexed. He thought that my confusion was pretty funny, considering that I was wearing one myself. I assured him that I would not be drinking any piña claddaghs in the near future.


P. J. said...

I thought you were a 50/50 mix of Chinese/Mexican, like some chihuahua with a blue tongue. Irish? Really? I suppose I'll won't be wearing my bright orange pants around you on St. Paddy's day, eh lass?

Shoot, for a while there I thought you were Sco''ish. I mean, only a Scot can pound an Australian beer like you and still know where I can find a guddle like Jessie's guddle...


I think I just got testosterone all over the Word Cage.

Suzanne said...


I married a nice Irish boy who btw once gave me the prettiest claddagh ring when we were dating. :-)

Kathi said...

Ahhh, that explains it, a love of the written word and your IRISH! No wonder I think your so cool.

Take on May

It's the first day of finals week and I already have that loopy off-my-routine feeling. Waiting for things to grade, and when those ...