A sequential art story about my life.
This one verges on satire. Our hero is backed into a corner, literally and figuratively. How should he respond to the task of teaching in an atmosphere of lunatic religion? His choices are denial, despair or derision. He picked my favorite: the third.
I know what you mean, but I wouldn't say derision. Josephine (not her real name) is one of the brightest students I've ever had. She was kidding around and I was joining in.
Somebody tell me, is it sad that I actually remember that day in class?~Thumper
As for me, I'm hooked on mnemonics, but some of my hooks are broken; e.g. I forgot to comment on this post. Still have not made a derision decision. But lovin' the artwork.
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