Time change.

EagleEye is away. He will be back by Dec 23.
Until Dec 23 this class is moved from 1pm to 12pm PST. One hour earlier, same day.
I'll teach this class (conduct the reading).
I will fill in for the class on Saturday at 6am PST as well.

Supermarket Rage

                      ESL Group Story Writing Class November 21, 2010
When I was a child, my mom told me to count to ten before I respond to someone or something that upsets me. I am usually successful at holding my temper this way, but sometimes it just doesn't work.

Yesterday I was in line at the supermarket, waiting to pay. And this little old lady with a cart full of groceries walks ahead of me just like I don't exist. I look at her but she just does like I don't exist.

So I count to ten but it doesn't work and I give her a very bad word. And she does the same thing to me. In no time, there is trouble in the supermarket.

Then I thought maybe I could pay at another counter, but I saw the other line was long, so I wanted to talk to her to let her know that I was first.

I just advised her not to be too selfish, that being selfish is not a good attitude. But then that woman got angry with me and threw a tantrum.

The "tantrum" was carried out on my head, and my head was bleeding. I was so annoyed that I wanted to kick her. But I had gone through therapy for anger management, so I had to control myself. I started to count again: 1, 2, 3...

But the woman didn’t stop.  She started slapping me. I shouted to her, "Hey what are you doing?  What’s going on here?”     The lady stopped suddenly, looked at my face and whispered "I know you!"

Igor’s Gory Adventure

                    ESL Group Story Writing Class November 14, 2010
Hey, did you hear about Igor's latest adventure? Even if you have, I'm sure you haven't heard the juicy details.

You know Igor, right? Not the smartest person around. So, a week ago he hears two girls talking on the bus about a club where wild things happen and he decides to go. He doesn't know the exact address, only the bus stop. He gets out of the bus and starts to walk around, but there’s no club in sight and no one to ask.

He thinks that maybe he should just wait. While he is waiting, he sees a very beautiful girl. And he asks her, "Do you know where there's a club around here?"  And she says, "Yes, but if you want to know, please give me a gift."

And she gives him a kiss.  She says, "If you get back on the bus and go to the next station, you will see a sign about the club." And Igor does what she tells him to do. When Igor gets off the bus, he sees a sign. It’s a vampire man with bloody teeth. And the club's name is "Bloody Night."

Igor stands for a moment looking at the club, wondering if he should enter. Just as he is about to touch the doorknob, he feels an icy cold hand on his shoulder. He turns around and sees this beautiful girl standing behind him. "Didn't you forget something?" she asks. But before he could respond, she says "You forgot to give me a gift."

"Is it your birthday?" asks Igor. The girl smiles mysteriously and says "Guess how old I am." Igor answers: “25?" "More like 250" answers the girl. "What's your name?" asks Igor. "Matalina" answers the girl.

Day Change

This week the grammar class on Monday at 4pm PST (Alianaluz) will be on Thursday at the same time (4pm PST)

Chocolate Dreams

ESL Group Story Writing Class November 7, 2010

Chocolate... Who doesn’t like chocolate? How could I know that chocolate would cause such a disturbance?

A friend told me they had opened a new store. This store was selling only chocolate of many different kinds. They were making it themselves, in a lab in the back. I went there to check it out.

The taste will be nice, I thought. I saw lots of queer chocolates. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw a piece of chocolate that was as big as a person.

They were making all kinds of chocolate: nutty, black, milky. I was excited because I am addicted to chocolate… especially to black ones.  And I asked my friend to teach me how to make a big black piece of chocolate.

He told me that he couldn't teach me because his chocolate formula was a secret. But he said that he would give me some delicious dark chocolate.

He told me to wait in the front of the store while he went to get it. Then he disappeared behind a curtain at the back of the store. 

He returned after a few minutes with a tiny silver box. He handed the box to me and told me to open it. I did. There was a teeny, tiny piece of extra dark chocolate in the box.

"Sheesh," I said, "That's certainly a small piece of chocolate!"  "Don't let the small size fool you," he responded with a twinkle in his eye. "That little piece of chocolate packs quite a wallop."

He went back in the store and I kept waiting outside. But he never came back. So I went home and after dinner, when I usually have a craving for something sweet, I ate the tiny dark chocolate. I fell asleep immediately.

And then I was dreaming.  I saw a girl and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was a big piece of chocolate.

It was so strange. I ate just a small piece of chocolate but it tasted like a big box of chocolate. It was like concentrated chocolate. I thought maybe it was not any kind of chocolate that I’d ever eaten before.

Call 911

               ESL Group Story Writing Class November 7, 2010

Have you ever had a strong feeling that you've been in a place that you've never been before?  You know what I mean: when you get that feeling of "deja vu."

I had read about it, but I had never experienced it until I met someone in SL. His name was XXX and from the time that he wrote his first words, I had the feeling I had met him before, but I could not remember who or when.

So I tried many times to remember his name while we spoke but I couldn't.  So I kept on talking to him until I remembered his name.

I thought maybe his name is very easy like "OO."  I thought that maybe this XXX guy was someone I knew years ago named OO. But I wasn't sure.

 Anyway, every time I spoke to XXX, he seemed to know what I was going to say, even before I said it.

He kept calling me to chat every time I was online. I deleted him from my friends list, but he seemed to know when I was online anyway. I became very uncomfortable in this situation, so I stopped logging onto SL. One day I received an e-mail from him.

He said: "Why did you delete me when we were good friends? Do you treat all your friends like that? Anyway, it was good knowing you."

After that, I felt ashamed of myself, so I decided to talk to him again.  I was working on my English, so I was very busy. That is what I told him. I added him as a friend again.

As soon as I added him, he began to send me instant message after instant message thanking me. He then told me to go straight home after work. He said, "Don't stop by your friend "Ken's house today." I sent you a surprise but you have to sign for it, so go straight home."