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Spiced Wine
03/24/17 02:30 pm
Most of my teachers were lovely - there were just a couple that were not nice.
ziggy
03/22/17 11:06 pm
I hate hearing about teachers who ruined a child's interest or confidence or curiosity- as a teacher myself, it actually hurts to think how someone has done that. It doesn't happen much now.
Spiced Wine
03/20/17 10:15 am
I was a very quiet student, easily cowed and very much a loner, nevertheless I was a good student, but he was not a nice teacher :(
Ysilme
03/19/17 03:00 pm
Spiced, what a horrible experience about that teacher! That would drive anybody off the subject, I'd imagine.
Ysilme
03/19/17 02:59 pm
UnnamedElement, my husband has a doctorate in chemistry, so he might be able to help. *g* Just drop me a note through the PM system here, or at LJ or DW (same name).
UnnamedElement
03/18/17 03:05 am
Spiced- how horrible! My friends made fun of my poor attn to detail so Chem and I did not get along either. But no! Can find no handy calculators online. Oh well!
UnnamedElement
03/18/17 03:04 am
I'm bad at keeping up w tv, but I support anything that inspires you to write eomer more, ziggy!
curiouswombat
03/18/17 01:07 am
Oh - please do...
ziggy
03/17/17 11:53 pm
Yes- that is EXACTLY right!! I might have to write Eomer a bit more:)
curiouswombat
03/17/17 11:02 pm
Ziggy - I keep wanting to pinch the characters and turn them into Rohirrim....
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Improvisation by Ysilme

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Double Drabble, written for the Silmfic Prompt Generator Writing Contest for SWG's 10th Birthday, using the following prompts:
Form/Genre: sea story
Theme: invention
Story Element: something purple
Location: Gulf of Lhûn

Many thanks to Lordhellebore for the last-minute beta. Any remaining mistakes are my own.

 

“There is nothing a resourceful elf cannot master,” Erestor said with satisfaction, when the odd contraption he had rigged proved to be working.

“Hm?” Glorfindel looked up from his gloomy introspection.

Their camping trip had started so well. Both had been eager to leave the hot city behind for a few days, finding solitude, good fishing, and cool water to bathe in a hidden bay of the gulf. But all seemed for naught when Glorfindel managed to drop their tent overboard on the ferry ride over the gulf. Camping without was out of the question, though; as soon as the sun would set the mosquitos would eat them alive.

Erestor had not been deterred, though, and now he presented a very oddly-shaped substitute, quickly laced together from their fishing rods, rickety-looking bundles of reeds, and most of their clothes. It did not look even remotely like a tent, but seemed spacious enough, and considering Erestor’s usual thoroughness, it would certainly protect them well.

“Did you leave us something to dress in?” Glorfindel asked drily.

“There is no need.” Erestor grinned, tying the entrance, which consisted of Glorfindel’s favourite purple tunic, close. “We will just sleep in the nude.”

 

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