Allie stared at the text in front of her. Four words were underlined. The first three items she soon dismissed. True, they had not discussed them in class, but some students probably knew them anyway. Besides, they were not that important for an understanding of this text. But extreme...; she knew she was going to have to explain that. She checked it up in her dictionary:
extreme: –adjective
- of a character or kind farthest removed from the ordinary or average: extreme measures.
- utmost or exceedingly great in degree: extreme joy.
- Does it describe somthing ordinary or not? (If so, it's not extreme)
- Is there an expression even more unusual to describe what is being said? (This answer has to be no if something is extreme)
Just then, her computer gave a beep; she had a new message. It was her RSS receiver indicating another post was up on the Sunday Scribblings blog. Allie clicked on the link, glad for the distraction, and read:
In homage to the weather here in the UK, the prompt this week is: Extreme.
But of course, the answer was staring her in the face. No, it wasn't the extreme weather that counted. When she had tried to explain that these weather conditions were most unusual, a number of the students had laughed at her complaints. Damtilla had spoken for them all when she explained that in her language they had 19 different words for snow and the word she used to discuss current climatic conditions was one of the mildest. No, what was extreme was the British obsession with talking about the weather. The students themselves had complained to her about it just a few days ago. It was on everybody's lips. And now even Sunday Scribblings were getting in on the act. What better an example could there be.
Allie quickly packed her things away and headed down the pub. She could do with some refreshment. Besides, she needed to collect some research data on extreme to provide her class with. And when she returned, she mustn't forget her Sunday Scribblings post.
But of course, the answer was staring her in the face. No, it wasn't the extreme weather that counted. When she had tried to explain that these weather conditions were most unusual, a number of the students had laughed at her complaints. Damtilla had spoken for them all when she explained that in her language they had 19 different words for snow and the word she used to discuss current climatic conditions was one of the mildest. No, what was extreme was the British obsession with talking about the weather. The students themselves had complained to her about it just a few days ago. It was on everybody's lips. And now even Sunday Scribblings were getting in on the act. What better an example could there be.
Allie quickly packed her things away and headed down the pub. She could do with some refreshment. Besides, she needed to collect some research data on extreme to provide her class with. And when she returned, she mustn't forget her Sunday Scribblings post.
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linda may said...
Oh No! I talked about the weather for my post, hahaha.
10 January 2010 at 09:39
Andy Sewina said...
Bang on! the Brits are obsessed with the weather.
10 January 2010 at 13:30
Lilibeth said...
ha ha. how right you are!
10 January 2010 at 14:09
keiths ramblings said...
We have to have something to talk about!I wrote about the weather too!
11 January 2010 at 00:27
Dee Martin said...
very creative - I loved the way you used the prompt :)
11 January 2010 at 01:55
Americanising Desi said...
what a weatherly sunday it has been at scribblings :)
I am sorry for the late arrival to Sunday Scribblings but I had to pay you a visit :)
Happy SS
Extreme 'Caution'
13 January 2010 at 10:23