Too late; I already copyrighted these parodies: Rogue Juan, Rogue Won, Rogue Huan, Rogue Wan, Rogue Obi-Wan, Rouge One, Rogue Wand.
We can see the plume from my school in downtown LA.
What was the smell like for you there, Maradona, if you could sense it that far away?
Couldn't smell a thing from here. My mom in Monrovia can. We used to live in Rancho Cucamonga. Like the people of Cloud City, the people there always live under the constant threat of the destruction of everything they've built.
My interview for Honors/AP got rescheduled for this Monday. No internet access to our personal drives all day. Buildings usually didn't smell too badly of smoke inside.
Three. More. Fridays.
I so do love this time of the school year.
Now we have one Friday left, as our last day's a Thursday. And I gots me a lots o' papers needing marks on 'em by then. After that?
Our last day, the so-called "pupil free" day, is June 6. It's also graduation day. Technically, that would make it four more Fridays, but since I will have already turned in my grades and rollbook, spending the evening wishing departing seniors the best for their lives ahead, I don't count it.
Nothing like an after-school off-campus end-of-the-year gathering to see your colleagues in a different light. Two words: karaoke dedications.
One full day next week, then the three half-day finals days. Now, I just need to finish grading my projects and create the final itself!