There was no nineteenth story in Wayside School. Miss Zarves taught the class on the nineteenth story. There was no Miss Zarves.
Wayside School is Falling Down by Louis Sachar
I apparently reside on the nineteenth story.
According to the state of Arizona I am an Arizona resident. I’ve lived here more than a year. I pay taxes and nobody claims me as a dependent. I have a driver’s license here. I’ve registered my car here. I’ve served jury duty here. I am a resident.
According to the Univeristy of Arizona, I am not. Why you might ask? Because I moved to Arizona to attend the Univeristy of Arizona and so the University of Arizona says that’s not a good enough reason to be a resident of Arizona.
Now, I could understand that reasoning if I was being claimed as a dependent by someone who lives outside the state and I wasn’t financially independent and all that jazz. But that’s not the case.
So according to the University of Arizona, I could never be a resident of Arizona, at least not while I’m a student. And when I’m no longer a student I won’t really care because I won’t be paying out-of-state fees at that point. The University of Arizona doesn’t want me to get my degree and then leave, because that would mean I’m not a resident of Arizona. Um. Yeah. Because people don’t move out of states all the time.
Luckily, there is a loop-hole. If I marry an Arizona resident then they’ll change my status for me.
In the mean time, where does the University of Arizona think I reside?
Must be the nineteenth story.
I am an educator and PhD. I quilt, belly dance, run, read, and try to grow things. I am a Mormon. I am infertile. I am a daughter, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, friend, wife, and mom.
Brett L. Dennis
Mama g
Giggles
AmandaStretch
it sounds like a case of needing an arizona green card… now i ask myself… are you marrying brett for the right reason? j/k that’s funny…. arizona is so silly
Bedevere: Quiet, quiet, quiet, QUIET! There are ways of *telling* whether she
is a witch!
Villagers: Are there? What? Tell us, then! Tell us!
Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches?
V: BUUUURN!!!!! BUUUUUURRRRNN!!!!! You BURN them!!!! BURN!!
Bedevere: And what do you burn apart from witches?
Villager: More Witches!
Other Villager: Wood.
Bedevere: So. Why do witches burn?
(long silence)
(shuffling of feet by the villagers)
Villager: (tentatively) Because they’re made of…..wood?
Bedevere: Goooood!
Other Villagers: oh yeah… oh….
Bedevere: So. How do we tell whether she is made of wood?
One Villager: Build a bridge out of ‘er!
Bedevere: Aah. But can you not also make bridges out of stone?
Villagers: oh yeah. oh. umm…
Bedevere: Does wood sink in water?
One Villager: No! No, no, it floats!
Other Villager: Throw her into the pond!
Villagers: yaaaaaa!
(when order is restored)
Bedevere: What also floats in water?
Villager: Bread!
Another Villager: Apples!
Another Villager: Uh…very small rocks!
Another Villager: Cider!
Another Villager: Uh…great gravy!
Another Villager: Cherries!
Another Villager: Mud!
Another Villager: Churches! Churches!
Another Villager: Lead! Lead!
King Arthur: A Duck!
Villagers: (in amazement) ooooooh!
Bedevere: exACTly!
Bedevere: (to a villager) So, *logically*…
Villager: (very slowly, with pauses between each word)
If…she…weighs the same as a duck……she’s made of wood.
Bedevere: and therefore…
(pause)
Villager: A Witch!
All Villagers: A WITCH!
Mr. Me, are you saying I’m a witch? :annoy: