It feels like I've managed to pull a muscle somewhere behind my right shoulderblade. I'm giving some thought to rigging a sling for a day or three.
October 5th, 2006
Once again, I find myself having to bitchslap gently remonstrate with the school system. The Silly Goose has managed to get behind on her schoolwork already, barely over a month into the quarter, and the assignment which was sent home with her to complete over this coming weekend for partial credit is described on the accompanying instruction sheet as "making a rubric".
Needless to say, the assignment does not, in any way, shape or form, constitute anything consistent (without taking great liberties and stretching the definition almost beyond recognition) with any dictionary definition of the word 'rubric' with which I am familiar. What appears, according to the assignment instruction sheet, to be meant by a 'rubric' in the assignment is a drawing which is successively refined in a series of numbered frames from the most basic, bare-bones sketch to a complete, detailed drawing.
In my note back to the teacher, I stopped short of saying "You picked a word you liked and invented a meaning for it out of whole cloth." But I didn't stop far short.
The following is a work of fiction, a retelling of a scene visual sequence that more or less popped into my head rather earlier today. It is not connected with anything else I've ever written, and is not a part of any work in progress. It's just a random scene which, at the moment, is completely on its own. It has ended up seeming longer when written than when I visualized it, but part of that is because of necessary interpolation for continuity, and part is probably that it's taken me about eight hours, on and off, to write it down. (I'm still periodically refining wording here and there.)
Constructive feedback is appreciated.
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