Collated text from failed daily writing experiment

From April 22:

Happy Earth Day!

I once had a plant that tried to commit plantricide by flinging himself from his perch on the kitchen windowsill. Actually, the real story is that we liked to keep the kitchen window open for the breezes, and one particularly strong gust sent him flying onto the floor. Fortunately, we were able to revive him through vigilance and watering and carbon dioxide. Now he lives in a less treacherous spot in the middle of a table away from the winds.

Earth Day is a funny holiday to me. Its significance in my own life has been largely determined what sort of person my science teacher was at the time. By and large, the greatest science teacher I ever had was in elementary school: Mr. H everyone called him. He kept a snake in his classroom that would escape every so often, and the entire school would be on alert until its eventual return. If we were lucky we’d sometimes get to witness feeding time, which to a 10-year old is probably one of the more exciting moments of the school day.

But I digress.

Earth Day was always a part of our curriculum. Each year we’d go out and plant a tree or commemorate a shrub, but the best part was always the “Save the rainforest” t-shirt sale. I’d estimate nearly half my wardrobe in elementary school had some depiction of an adorable tree frog or big-eyed monkey imploring that we stop and think about the destruction of their habitats.

From April 24:

watching Louie. man, that dude is totally hilarious.

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