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Mag 34: Wickless Ages

Only two hours and I need to get this assignment done. Music on check, text book check, questions set for class check.
Down to business… the questions.



  • Assume you are a humanities instructor tasked with explaining the social role of the arts in the Middle Ages.
  • What are three relationships between the arts and Early Middle Ages culture you would want your students to know?
  • What are three relationships between the arts and Late Middle Ages culture you would want your students to know?
  • Why did you select those relationships?
Guess there is no answering without reading. Is that the last ray of sun going down already? I still have 30 pages left and no closer to answering. [sigh] POP!


“What happened to the lights?”
“Dunno!”
“Where are the candle?”
“Burnt them.”
“When??!!”
“You don’t want to know”
“Well… I need to get school work done can you light the emergency lamp and bring it up here?”
“Um…can’t. [pause] there’s no wick”
“I bet the stinking people in the middle ages would have had a wick!”
“Probably”


Reading by laptop computer light in the hopes that the lights come back on or I find the best torture technique to try out for extra credit. [evil grin]


4 comments:

cheryl October 5, 2010 at 8:58 PM  

Priceless! Evil grins are a good thing.

Nakoah October 5, 2010 at 9:18 PM  

I guess the wick fairy didn't talk to the toilet paper fairy. ;)

Tess Kincaid October 5, 2010 at 10:55 PM  

I know! I need to find a wick for this thing!

Reflections October 6, 2010 at 12:23 AM  

Love it! Can't tell you how many school papers were written and txt books read by candle or lamplight back in my day....

Seemed often we would lose power growing up in the midwest.

Nicely written

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