It's the day for going beyond your boundaries, moving in ways unmoved, no tip-toeing through the tulips here, it's stomping through the snakes, swimming upstream, taking the plunge. Find a way to make your day unusual. Call an old school teacher , or an old lover, and arrange to catch up. Come out to someone new. Show a public display of affection somewhere you normally wouldn't. Write a letter to an editor about an issue important to you. Buy a stranger a simple gift - a flower or even just a newspaper.Make this Wednesday Wild!
(then tell us what you did)
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And how are YOU going to make your Wednesday wild Mr T?
Oh I have some plans - one of which has been mentioned in today's post - but I thought I'd wait until I'd actually done it to say so... watch this space.
Okay I bit the bullet and called my old maths teacher from high school - well I called the school and he was out at sport - but I left a message. He is one of those people who go out of their way to help people, and probably the most dedicated teacher I have had throughout my education. I got unbelieveably good results in my HSC maths with his tutorage and that certainly helped me get into the career I'm in now. I guess I've never really thanked him. I hope to arrange a coffee or meal with him if he's willing and able. It's been 20 years! Will he remember me?
OK... I was very brave today too.
When I skipped out of Collettes for the absolute very last time, I went straight to BSB, ordered a Small soy latte and a freshly made - still warm -rhubarb tart and sat on a milk crate with my eyes closed facing directly into the warm sun and thanked the goddess of good fortune that I am out of there.
Terrifying!
Well done Craig! And Trevor!
haha cool stuff boys! i haven't done anything today other than write stories for this weekend's paper, but in the last week i've been practicing telling people who treat me like shit to fuck off, which is in fact quite liberating (!). I have also called random people and asked them to meet for coffee/drinks four times in two weeks...and I bought one of those desks you have to assemble yourself and forced myself to do it on my own. Which probably doesnt sound wild, but im kind of spacially challenged. So i think i have filled about a months quota of wild wednesdays;)
I have to admit to not being that wild at all and not really scaring myself one bit today.
About as wild as I got was spending $200 on the second jacket i've bought in a week.
I questioned a secretary from the Ministry of Nation Building (Sri Lanka) on the government's neglect for Human Rights monitoring. If you don't hear from me over the next few days you'll know that the government "dealt with the issue". Terry
Well it sounds like wild wednesdays are gaining momentum! Did anyone else do something that scared them today?
I'm not quite sure how wild Craig's small soy latte and a freshly made - still warm -rhubarb tart are, and that new Jacket of Brenton's might well be Zebra print - which will certainly be wild... But I think everyone's getting into the swing of things. Can hardly wait to see what happens next week... and I hope we do get to hear from you again soon Terry - you do seem to plunge into the most life-threatening Wild Wednesdays!
The program I worked on most of yesterday and which was authorized... had to be changed today, luckely the printer hadn't started yet. As of now, no changes can be made.
I made myself a promiss never to work for 4 associations at the samen time even when they work together. It's all pro deo work anyway.
Wild Wednesday ! Great idea and now I have 6 days to prepare something appropriate :)
My Maths teacher called back today - when I was least expecting it. He sounds just as full of energy now as he did way back when I was his student, and he's too busy for a few weeks until end of school term here, but is keen to catch up after then. He wondered if he should use the title Dr for me - which seemed entirely inappropriate - but quite sweet. I'm looking forward to seeing him in July. Now, what will I do NEXT Wednesday?...
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