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Post by cheekygal on Nov 2, 2006 16:38:51 GMT 7
A friend of mine has been in Beijing for 8 years now. She refused to get cell phone before. But on the 9th year she finally got one. And guess what? I CAN FINALLY GET A HOLD OF HER! Well, now we work at the same school, but before, boy, was it hard! Plus, I prefer not to give out my house number. At least cell you can press reject, put on silent or turn off. But having people especially students and parents ringing my house when I am done with work - no way.
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Post by Mr Nobody on Nov 3, 2006 21:43:42 GMT 7
I'm the other way. I give my house phone number. If they ring late or too early, I give them a serve. I don't want to be contacted except for emergencies outside of work hours, but also not during class when I am teaching, since I don't let the students do it.
I am a bloody english teacher, not the head injury specialist brain surgeon at St Bart's. No one outside of immediate family needs to contact me day and night for anything, and even they know what is important. If someone wants an emergency English lesson at 3am, I am not your man. So, who needs a cellphone, or my number? Mine is for ringing out, not getting calls.
So, the house phone it is.
Plus I love it when people say "It's important". I always want to know important to whom? Me? I don't think so.
Last comment, yeah, I use phones when trying to meet people I don't know in places I don't know but that is MY choice. I can give out the number or not as I see fit. ANd mostly, I don't, especially not to students.
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Post by cheekygal on Nov 4, 2006 1:48:16 GMT 7
So... what's your cell number?
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Post by teleplayer on Nov 4, 2006 7:52:19 GMT 7
Just went back and read George's original message about text messaging destroying classic literature and then Wolfe's er...ah... screen play. When one has read the original works these can be kinda' fun. I was reminded of a song I saw Canukistani folk singer Alistair Brown perform "Hamlet in 3 minutes." Supposedly this written by a Scottish Lit teacher who couldn't get his students interested in Shakespeare so he wrote this to see if he could get them to pay attention for three minutes.
I couldn't find an on-line recording which would help with the meter and add to the humor.
**************************************************** The Three-Minute HAMLET There was a king nodding in his garden all alone, When his brother in his ear poured a little bit of henbane, Then he stole his brother's crown and his money and his widow, But the dead king walked and got his son and said, "Now, listen, Kiddo. I've been killed and it's your duty to take revenge on Claudius; Kill him neat and clean; and show the nation what a fraud he is." The boy says "Right, I'll do it, but I'll have to play it crafty, So no one will suspect me I'll pretend that that I'm a dafty." So we all except Horatio, and he counts him as a friend, Hamlet, that's the kid, lets on he's round the bend; And because he's not yet willing for obligatory killing, He tries to make his uncle think he's tuppence off the shilling; Takes a rise out of Polonius; treats poor Ophelia vile; Tells Rosencrantz and Gildenstern that Denmark's "Bloody vile"; Then a troop of traveling actors, just like Seven-Eighty-four, Arrived to do a special one, that gig at Elsinore. Hamlet, Hamlet, acting balmy. Hamlet, Hamlet, loves his mommy. Hamlet, Hamlet, hesitating, He wonders if the ghost's a cheat, and that is why he's waiting. So Hamlet writes a scene for the players to enact, So Horatio and he could watch and see if Claudius cracked. The play was called "The Mousetrap," not the one that running now, And sure enough, the King walked out before the scene was through. Now, Hamlet's got to prove his uncle gave his dad the dose. The only trouble being now that Claudius knows he knows. So while Hamlet tells his mommy her new husbands not a fit man, Uncle Claud takes out a contract with the English King as hit-man. Hamlet, Hamlet killed Polonius and hid corpus delicti. 'Twas the King's excuse to send him for an English hempen necktie With Rosencrantz and Gildenstern to make quite sure he got there, But Hamlet jumped the boat and put the finger straight on that pair. When Laertes heard his dad's killed in the bedroom by the arras, He comes running back to Elsinore tout de suite hot-foot from Paris. And Ophelia with her dad killed by the man she was to marry, After saying it with flowers, she committed hari-kari. Hamlet, Hamlet, ain't no messin'. Hamlet, Hamlet, learned his lesson. Hamlet, Hamlet, Yorrick's trust. Convinced them all men good or bad at last must come to dust. Then Laertes lost his cool and was demanding retribution. The King said, "Keep your head, and I'll supply you with solutions." So he arranged a sword fight for the interested parties With a blunted sword for Hamlet and a sharp one for Laertes. And to make double sure that the old-belt-and-brace was limed, He arranged a poison sword tip and a poisoned cup of wine. The poison sword got Hamlet but Laertes went and fluffed it 'Cause he got stabbed himself and he confessed before he snuffed it. Now, Hamlet's mommy drank the wine, and as her face turned blue, Hamlet said, "I think this King's a baddy through and through." Well, "Incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane," he said to be precise And made up for hesitating once by killing Claudius twice, 'Cause he stabbed him with his knife and forced the wine between his lips, And he said, "The rest is silence," and he cashed in all his chips; And they fired a volley over him that shook the top-most rafter; And Fortinbras, knee-deep in Danes, lived happy ever after. Hamlet, Hamlet, end of story. Hamlet, Hamlet, very gory. Hamlet, Hamlet, I'm on my way. And if you think that was confusing, you should read the bloody play.
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