For Phase 9 of Project 26, I will be referencing 26 of my favorite short stories read and compiled throughout the course of my years here on planet Earth.
I saw some familiar symbols as I approached Fairmont Private Schools today to help them with their Knott’s Berry Farm field trip. It was fun, I suppose, but it was a little frustrating since half the kids didn’t listen while the other half questionably didn’t know any English. Shrug.
Kids had fun, I guess, but you can’t really tell based on the picture. I’m just glad I don’t actually work with elementary school students, because they would drain the living soul out of me. We went on a field rides – something in camp Snoopy, some train ride, Big Foot Rapids (my personal favorite), and then 40 minutes in a gift shop.
After that, I went home and found most members of my family glancing at old childhood memories. My favorite signs of course were pictures of me as a youngling, one seen below:
Too bad I can’t rock that look anymore.
I went to Vox Kitchen, a Vietnamese restaurant in Fountain Valley for my nephew Thomas’s birthday party. The food tasted okay, but I don’t think I’ll ever go back there again. Anyway, happy birthday, and I hope you eventually grow out of being a terrible teenager.
Time flies as you get older. As you’ll soon learn in life, there are many symbols and signs that will point your way towards one direction or another. In Vladimar Nabokov’s “Symbols and Signs”, the parents eventually learn the distressing news that their son has killed himself. Or did he? Read it for yourself here.
