The worst mistake they ever made was educating
borusa
This evening I start my exciting Photography course. (The course is exciting, not necessarily the photography (I hope))
The course details say I need the following:
In typical
borusa-style overkill, I have bought a pencil case, three pens (they were on special offer) two pencils and a flexible ruler, which I shall replace with a wooden one at the first available opportunity, for obvious reasons. Oh, and a nice black notepad thing with one of those odd elastic bits to keep it closed.
The whole thing has made me feel like I'm back at school, though as yet my pencil case does not contain
(a) spilt ink
(b) pencil shavings
or
(c) stuff I'venickedborrowed from other people.
Nor does it contain much in the way of armament (by which I mean "a pair of compasses"), so I hope the other students aren't as interested in stabbing as some of my school colleagues were.
This evening I start my exciting Photography course. (The course is exciting, not necessarily the photography (I hope))
The course details say I need the following:
- SLR Camera with adjustable focusing and manual controls.
- Notebook
- Pen
In typical
The whole thing has made me feel like I'm back at school, though as yet my pencil case does not contain
(a) spilt ink
(b) pencil shavings
or
(c) stuff I've
Nor does it contain much in the way of armament (by which I mean "a pair of compasses"), so I hope the other students aren't as interested in stabbing as some of my school colleagues were.
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*painful memories of stabbing with pairs of compasses*
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Also, one of the nice things about still being a student is that I can splash out on buying exciting stationary totally at will. For instance, in order to teach my class, I bought a box of coloured chalk (the last at the store!), a box of sticky stars, and a lusciously red notebook with a bit of elastic round it to keep it closed.
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