Eddie ;)

The winky face was just to get your attention.  Business is first:  Somehow, everyone forgot their number assignments in Manuscript.  Consequently, when the poster that had all the group assignments was mysteriously kidnapped, our club became chaos.  Here are the new assignments:

1:  Me and Marisa
2:  Kelly and Mackenna
3:  Bennett and Adlai
4:  Emily and Emily
5:  Sarah and Juliet

Here's the other problem: Even when the numbers were posted, no one followed the rules and made sure they were available on their assigned day.  I'll clarify how it works:  At the beginning of every week, check the M-F calendar in the Manuscript corner.  Your number will be written under a day.  Be available on that day.  Otherwise, one of three things will happen when a starry-eyed pupil arrives for guidance:  1) I will have to take over the session and become annoyed with you (most common), 2) someone else, generally one of the same two or three people, will have to take over the session and become annoyed with you (second-most common), or 3) the starry-eyed pupil will not be tuted (unfortunately, still common).  This is not good for us.  Please change this.

And now, to brighten our spirits, and awkward poem.

My Bed of Spikes

            She

            looked

            like a flight

            attendant    And talked

            like a flight attendant I think she

            would have been okay at flight attending 

            Her hands felt like aluminum  Her

            elbows felt like elbows

            And her voice

            was that of

            a flight

            attendant

            It was like being cramped

            In the passenger seat, with nowhere

            to go, with a person you don’t like Except you’re

            not allowed to wear clothes and that person

  touches your back   While she says

            things like “How’s that

  feel, hun?” in her

  flight attendant

  voice

            How am I

            supposed to answer that?

            She knew  Her hands were on the answer,

  for God’s sake  I was about as tense as a Naked person

  on a cold table Which makes a lot of sense actually

            I have learned a few things now:

            Physical contact is not

            for everyone

            Relaxation

            does not

            cost

            $45

            It

            takes

            thought

            And answers

            And Sleep

            And Pill

            Ow