Saturday, May 21, 2011

Meaning of life

This happened on an abandoned typewriter I picked up off the street, now sitting in our classroom:



Next week is our last full week of classes.
Maybe we all learned something after all.






I like teaching.
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5 comments:

Kate said...

And I always thought that the answer to the question, "What is meaning of life?" was 42.

(I love teaching, too.)

May 21, 2011 at 10:44 AM
doyle said...

Dear Kate,

I wish the solution was, in fact, 42--but my sophomores have yet to explore that genre.

At least most of them.

I have a few oddballs I love, and who will save us, if salvation is possible. I have the piece of paper hanging on the bulletin board.

I bet before the year's out, I'll get an equation where x=42.

And keep sending the poems. I love Mary Oliver. Her poem "Oxygen" intermittently sits on the bulletin board.

May 21, 2011 at 6:56 PM
Unknown said...

Really? You haven't had any students suggest 42? That was one of my favorite books at that age.

May 22, 2011 at 12:38 PM
Anonymous said...

Wasn't this in The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Nyuck Nyuck.

May 24, 2011 at 9:18 PM
Mary Ann Reilly said...

One of the last books I taught seniors had 42 as the answer to the universe.

June 2, 2011 at 9:42 PM

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