tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post3652751936915643093..comments2023-09-29T05:42:23.751-07:00Comments on The Writing Center: Connections--the deeper kind undefined.S.Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006369937884305697noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-77523906030933824222008-12-22T23:40:00.000-07:002008-12-22T23:40:00.000-07:00Yeah, Shani, what's the scoop? Did you guys give a...Yeah, Shani, what's the scoop? Did you guys give away a Book of Mormon or something? They don't like that, so I hear.Chanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906940679027657843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-25570393869271052972008-12-22T19:45:00.000-07:002008-12-22T19:45:00.000-07:00Yay! I’m glad you loved the chocolates. See how re...Yay! I’m glad you loved the chocolates. See how rewarding it is to go to bed early? <BR/><BR/>Sister Morgan, I tried to come in. The door was locked. I rattled the door knob forever, and wiggled the string attached to that bell, and knocked like an eager missionary until I was standing at your front door for about five minutes, maybe longer. I even yelled: “Sister Morgan! It’s me!” I had my Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17552696700620302061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-86527557370400874562008-12-21T23:48:00.000-07:002008-12-21T23:48:00.000-07:00hahahahha...seriously, Shan, why did you have to l...hahahahha...seriously, Shan, why did you have to leave so suddenly? It does sound mysterious and dangerous.S.Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11006369937884305697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-35316638462376772522008-12-21T20:43:00.000-07:002008-12-21T20:43:00.000-07:00See they killed a man that was actually a head of ...See they killed a man that was actually a head of a Taiwanese terrorist group plotting to overthrow the stability of the Chinese government, and in a series of more-amazing-than-the-movies gunfights they escaped the terrorists, and finally eluded them in a holy-cow-that-was-the-most-amazing car chase on the Beijing freeways and get on a helicopter provided by the US embassy and were flown safely iBohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11943181297270155845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-10059334676247475312008-12-21T19:34:00.000-07:002008-12-21T19:34:00.000-07:00No, Chan, we were not supposed to leave suddenly. ...No, Chan, we were not supposed to leave suddenly. Our experience in China was much different from most, and eventually neccessitated a quick departure, aided by the U.S. embassy.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00266401197805141586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-56673695678079413952008-12-21T19:16:00.000-07:002008-12-21T19:16:00.000-07:00Leave China suddenly, I should specify that since ...Leave China suddenly, I should specify that since I'm replying to a comment at the top of the column.Chanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906940679027657843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-60445711299329747822008-12-21T18:13:00.000-07:002008-12-21T18:13:00.000-07:00Were you supposed to leave suddenly, Shan, or...?Were you supposed to leave suddenly, Shan, or...?Chanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906940679027657843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-68362705078624559042008-12-21T16:14:00.000-07:002008-12-21T16:14:00.000-07:00That's not funny, Ivor.And Britt, WHEN DID I SAY T...That's not funny, Ivor.<BR/><BR/>And Britt, WHEN DID I SAY THAT I DON'T THINK MATT TRIES TO MAKE PEOPLE HAPPY AT THE CENTER????<BR/><BR/>Geez, I feel so dang misunderstood on this here blogwogsmoglog. But, whatever you MISunderstood, at least it instigated a nice response from Britt to Matt, whom, I thought, were going to be enemies. So there. Good.<BR/>Fine.<BR/><BR/>Katie, I love this bracelet.S.Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11006369937884305697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-20791558228827237922008-12-21T16:07:00.000-07:002008-12-21T16:07:00.000-07:00Katie, I thought about speaking with a really bad ...Katie, I thought about speaking with a really bad accent to do sessions to make patrons feel really nervous about having me look at their paper. Now that I think about it, I think it'd be hilarious to teach an FDENG 101 class and pretend I don't speak English well. <BR/><BR/>You're right when you say that we assume someone isn't as smart because they don't speak as well as we do. Maybe that's whyiBohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11943181297270155845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-49579623198484504132008-12-21T15:30:00.000-07:002008-12-21T15:30:00.000-07:00So Matt, I'm not sure why Sister Morgan thinks tha...So Matt, I'm not sure why Sister Morgan thinks that you don't try to make people happy at the Writing Center. It's probably my fault. Maybe I need to be a little more vocal about the good things you do instead of chewing you out so much. That is partly why I wanted to compliment you. I realized something about you after getting to know you all semester and after I read your comment. I noticed Britthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08662243270871593287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-41062347938433838732008-12-21T11:17:00.000-07:002008-12-21T11:17:00.000-07:00Katie, I FOUND your chocolates. Wow. One had deep ...Katie, I FOUND your chocolates. Wow. One had deep black chocolate around an almond, inside milk chocolate that rivaled anything I've eaten from France--although I wasn't looking at the Louvre when I ate all of them. Why didn't you come in? I had TV on and earphones in because, pre-family-coming, it's too quiet here--thought I adore quiet normally. Just open the door and come in. Thank you so muchS.Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11006369937884305697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-81152616569178675352008-12-20T22:10:00.000-07:002008-12-20T22:10:00.000-07:00A link that just IS. I can accept that for now. Cr...A link that just IS. I can accept that for now. Crystal, I agree; 5 minutes is not nearly long enough.Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17552696700620302061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-68678697153564556412008-12-20T21:36:00.000-07:002008-12-20T21:36:00.000-07:00If I ever go again, you're invited. And, I can't w...If I ever go again, you're invited. <BR/><BR/>And, I can't wait to have wrinkles. They'll all come from laughing and smiling. "Old ladies" is like a friendly endearment...<BR/><BR/>Well, I did drive down your lane, and didn't get stuck. Unfortunately you weren't there, but Patch was barking at me and my little brothers like crazy.Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17552696700620302061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-47391608948637695362008-12-20T18:16:00.000-07:002008-12-20T18:16:00.000-07:00Yeah Britt, ask away or comment away or whatever i...Yeah Britt, ask away or comment away or whatever it is you'd like to say.<BR/><BR/>But for your information, Sis. Morgan, I DO try to do this with most of my patrons and especially those with crummy days. I just don't advertise it.Matthew R. Hall, Esq.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02997487835065202561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-79110215856773346562008-12-20T17:22:00.000-07:002008-12-20T17:22:00.000-07:00I don't know why I don't like B.P. as well (Don't ...I don't know why I don't like B.P. as well (Don't let Travis hear me say that), since he does play well--very well. Maybe it's my hipster guilt over loving so much country now. (Beau throws aware all my country CDs every time he comes home, bless his heart; he thinks they'll hurt my brain, but I even like Dwight Yokum's Honky Tonk Man Video. It's probably from going to too many rodeos.)S.Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11006369937884305697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-5887376882603345732008-12-20T17:06:00.000-07:002008-12-20T17:06:00.000-07:00Katie, I wish I could have gotten to know you. I k...Katie, I wish I could have gotten to know you. I know technically I met you, but 5 minutes isn't long enough to know someone (generally).<BR/>I love this post, and your description of the birds and the women who wear the same lipstick. <BR/>My aunt Rosa always wore bright pink lipstick. <BR/><BR/>Sis. Morgan, what about Brad Paisley? I saw him in concert once, and he does amazing things with Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-75645139480842043302008-12-20T14:13:00.000-07:002008-12-20T14:13:00.000-07:00I can't wait to hear what Britt wants to ask Matt....I can't wait to hear what Britt wants to ask Matt. And Matt, is it at all possible to transfer this attitude to the students you work with at the Center?<BR/><BR/>Katie, I loved your description of Marka. Wow. I know I would love this woman. She sounds so softly beautiful. And you saw KEITH URBAN? The main thing I love about that Australian songster is his guitar playing. I hate watching S.Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11006369937884305697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-80565367490217971262008-12-20T01:06:00.000-07:002008-12-20T01:06:00.000-07:00Hey Matt,(I bet you knew that if you dropped Holde...Hey Matt,<BR/>(I bet you knew that if you dropped Holden Caufield's name I would have something to say and I do). Ok so may I semi-publicly compliment you on something? <BR/><BR/>(I really am going to wait for your permission)Britthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08662243270871593287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-35481712368346628052008-12-20T01:04:00.000-07:002008-12-20T01:04:00.000-07:00That's neat, Matt.That's neat, Matt.Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17552696700620302061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-43405061597512314812008-12-20T00:31:00.000-07:002008-12-20T00:31:00.000-07:00Today, as my sister made her purchase at Old Navy,...Today, as my sister made her purchase at Old Navy, I noted that the cashier seemed to be bundled up, though inside--he wore a black hooded sweatshirt, hood up and a scarf around his face. For a moment, I debated whether to make a dumb joke or just leave him alone. Finally, I spoke.<BR/><BR/>"Looks like you're getting ready for cold weather."<BR/><BR/>"Yeah, I'm actually just hiding how unhappy I Matthew R. Hall, Esq.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02997487835065202561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-9508304811655735512008-12-19T22:39:00.000-07:002008-12-19T22:39:00.000-07:00In China there were these people who ran a little ...In China there were these people who ran a little restaurant. These people were willing to listen to our often broken Chinese, and try to understand us and help us, while other places would just stare at us or try to push random things at us. These people lit up when we walked in, and treated us like we were actually people, instead of either celebrities or freaks like we grew accustomed to. Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00266401197805141586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-1538264055728863122008-12-19T21:49:00.000-07:002008-12-19T21:49:00.000-07:00Corrections: first sentence in last paragraph: del...Corrections: first sentence in last paragraph: delete the first 'and.' AND, 'a feeling' not 'an feeling.' Okay. I will sleep better tonight. From now on, how about I trust you all (and *ahem* Chandler) will look past the spelling mistakes, and take the thoughts for what their worth? Great.Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17552696700620302061noreply@blogger.com