Mr. Cornne in Brazil
January 25th, 2009- Background:
- A series of vignettes of Mr. Cornne, a young American high school teacher working in a small town in Brazil. Based on a true story. All dialogue is in Portuguese.
High School
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Growing Old
January 6th, 2008"I intend to live forever. So far, so good."
- Anonymous
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"I look forward to growing old."
"Are you insane?" Lisa gasped. She regarded me like a little puppy that just ate his own poop.
The DECA Program Guide Cover Contest
December 10th, 2006I don't win many awards. Hardly any, in fact. So it was a big surprise when I won the Program Guide Cover Contest for DECA's NY Conference in high school for a second year in a row.
The main speaker was pretty surprised too, apparently. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
My First Drink
October 8th, 2006"You done good boy," praised Momma Timmy, filling me with a sense of pride only an impressionable youth would feel when commended by an adult. Those were some great years, those high school years.
Well, no. High school sucked. But at least I could hold my liquor. (Praise the public school system!)
The Suave Pool Hustler
September 25th, 2005Dave fancies himself a pool hustler. To his credit, he is a pretty good one. I rarely see anyone beat him. And if someone does, usually it's because he let the person win for some reason.
Let me tell you a story about Dave the Pool Hustler.
Junior Achievement at Work
February 27th, 2005"Can you show us a practical way in which you use math at your job?" asked one of the high school students. Kent and I looked at each other.
"Oh man, that's a good question," I replied. Kent scratched his beard while I stared at the ceiling, hoping the answer was in the tiles.
My First Rock Concert
September 26th, 2004My high school took on a new level of coolness when they called the entire fifth and sixth grades into the auditorium one fine autumn day. They didn't announce the purpose of the gathering, only that it was mandatory.
The Beating
June 6th, 2004We knew we were in trouble as soon as we stepped out of the woods.
Two policemen stood there, arms crossed. In our arms would have been a case of beer, but fortunately, we spotted them moments before and hid the case.
Shy
February 29th, 2004Hi, I'm Mike, and I am shy. I'm a shy guy. I was a shy kid.
I was so shy as a kid that I didn't say a word in kindergarten. Not one word. My teacher would say to me, "You can have some candy if you can say 'please'." I would look back and shake my head, saying nothing.
The Bully
August 18th, 2002"Hey duck ching-chong!" he yelled at me. He put his fingers to his eyes and pulled them into slants.
"Bonzai!" he hollered.
I stood there, motionless. He was sitting in my desk. The bell was about to ring and I didn't want to get in trouble by not being in my seat.
