So I’m supposed to turn this…
Do they think we’re magicians?
Oh, of course not. That wouldn’t be very nice to say! I might take offense! This is America, people. We can’t call someone a magician because they made a person out of a piece of notebook paper. We have to say…illusionist.
I’m sorry. You’re telling me that someone, in front of me, turns a piece of notebook paper into a living breathing human, but I can’t acknowledge their skill because it’s only an illusion. If I were smarter, I’d be able to see right through it! (I also can’t run away from them in the fear of being turned into a piece of notebook paper, since I wouldn’t really be the notebook paper. That’s just an illusion!)
Which brings me to the question, Where did the teacher come from?
Any answers would be appreciated, since I will probably be losing sleep over this dilemma. It’s perplexing!
I could probably find the answers from my trusty friends on the nanowrimo forums. Which reminds me of my main point before I leave. Nanowrimo starts eight days, so my blog posts will be short or excerpts from my stories. Until December then, loyal readers. Not that I won’t be posting, I just won’t be posting the randomness you all know and love.