a personal blog from a lady on fire (in a few ways)
The other day, in speech class, we broke into groups. Each group came up with a story in ten minutes and then acted it out with finger puppets in front of the class. Following this, we discussed with painstaking superficiality the communication that transpired in each group during the story-making process, i.e. "Did you talk …
inspired by Who Was That Masked Man Anyway by Avi "Hi, I'm looking for the, uh, applications office. Would you be so kind as to point me in the right direction?" "Murrmurrmurrrmurr murrmurrr murr murrmurr." "Oh, thank you." "Murrmurrmurr." ------------- "Oh hi, my name is Lane. . . I'm, uh, here to apply for a Poetic License. …
