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            <title>The Hurricane</title>
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            <description>&lt;P&gt;Well, retirement is not what I expected.&amp;nbsp; The misses is making me do all kinds of chores around the house, and I haven't had anything to do for a long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The trip to peru fell through;&amp;nbsp; we had a bit of trouble at the airport, because they wouldn't let me take my clarinet in my carry-on bag.&amp;nbsp; I threw a bass mallet at the security officer, so they kicked us out.&amp;nbsp; I looked on the line for cheap vacations, and I hit the jackpot.&amp;nbsp; I got a 5 star hotel room in Cuba for $5!&amp;nbsp; I didn't know why, but it seemed like they really wanted to sell that room.&amp;nbsp; When we arrived in Cuba, there was no one there.&amp;nbsp; I was extremely confused, but the deal was too good to turn down.&amp;nbsp; We arrived in the hotel, and we had the whole place to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; The misses said something was wrong, but I didn't listen.&amp;nbsp; We just couldn't figure it out.&amp;nbsp; She wouldn't shut up, so I locked myself in a bedroom.&amp;nbsp; I finally had time alone with my clarinet, when all of a sudden, it hit.&amp;nbsp; The greatest hurricane of the century.&amp;nbsp; There was thunder and lightning, and so much wind and rain that I couldn't see anything out of the window.&amp;nbsp; Then I understood why we got the room so cheap.&amp;nbsp; The maid was a thief!&amp;nbsp; The hurricane was so strong that it tore down the whole hotel.&amp;nbsp; I was very confused.&amp;nbsp; The hurricane carried me to an unusual island with mysterious powers.&amp;nbsp; I then realized that I had lost my wife, all of my&amp;nbsp;luggage,&amp;nbsp;and my clarinet.&amp;nbsp; Now I must go on a long journey to find the luggage and the clarinet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will talk to you later computer......Wait a minute, how am I talking to you computer?&amp;nbsp; I'm stuck on a uninhabited island with no computer.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't make any sense.&amp;nbsp; This is ridiclous and unacceptable.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, there's always tomorrow.&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR&gt;Mike&lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:24:41 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Day 5 of Retirement</title>
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            <description>I have now reached the fith day of my new years! I am sorry i couldn't talk to you earlier computer but me and the misses have been celebrating all week! Sorry i got to go! She wants to show me something now. Tomorrow we begin our trip for Peru. I wonder what those stupid students are doing now.... Oh well I don't care!&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR&gt;Mike</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 16:01:19 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Begining of the End</title>
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            <description>Dear Computer, &lt;BR&gt;I have decided to retired. And suprisingly I don't feel to bad. I feel glad. Even though I have had a very bad day. I'm just taking everyone down and singing&amp;nbsp;a sad song but I can turn around. So I guess this is it computer. It's been fun.&lt;BR&gt;Goodbye.&lt;BR&gt;Mike.&lt;BR&gt;P.S. Just kidding me and the missies are going to have a huge party&amp;nbsp;on the last day and then I am going to sail very far away and never come back.&lt;BR&gt;Oh well there is still 11 actual days left so i better just keep counting down.&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR&gt;Mike&amp;nbsp;</description>
            <pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 20:09:37 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The 13th Week</title>
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            <description>&lt;P&gt;Dear Computer,&lt;BR&gt;Tomorrow was not a good day, because tomorrow is today and today is tomorrow, and yesterday is the future, and DAMN, my stupid pills are making me crazy again!&amp;nbsp; That dang doctor is so stupid.&amp;nbsp; I think doctors should have a better education than band teachers, but apparently the whole world is stupid.&amp;nbsp; I am the supreme being, and all shall be silent around me, or people will be seeing other rooms.&amp;nbsp; All I expect is responsibility, respect, and reasonabo.&amp;nbsp; The children will not be quiet.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;New Point System&amp;nbsp;has not been working, but if I keep trying the same thing over and over again, then something different will happen.&amp;nbsp;Jesse, &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;get out now&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Knock next time!!!&lt;BR&gt;Sorry about that computer, I lost control.&amp;nbsp; Oh, well, there's always tomorrow....&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR&gt;Mike&lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 00:25:57 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The 12th Week</title>
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            <description>Dear Computer,&lt;BR&gt;I have officaly had it with the students! So I have clevery devised a new point system. Everyone starts with 120 points&amp;nbsp;and everyday I subtract points on days. Step 1 I take 6 points and then Step 2 I take 8 and then Out of The Room is 10 points. I call it.....The New&amp;nbsp;Point System. It is designed to stop them from the foolishness and ricliousness they give me in the room. It cannot be hacked or overidden. I have designed to be full proof and have bought a patent for it. Oh Computer, please tell me&amp;nbsp;that everything is going to be all right. I need to know that. Please Computer.....just once&amp;nbsp;can you talk to me? DAMN YOU COMPUTER I COMMAND YOU AGAIN TO&amp;nbsp;SPEAK!!!...I'm sorry. I just can't take it anymore! So I have decided to retire. I know this is going to be a great suprise to the people because I am so young. but that one kid and his friend have pushed me to my edge and ruffled my feathers to much! So I am done! I give up! But not with you Computer. I will never forget you. I have to go now.&amp;nbsp;my little elf wants to&amp;nbsp;watch some&amp;nbsp;videos on the web. Maybe I will conquer those student one day! Oh well ther is always tomorrow.&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mike&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:48:49 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The 2nd Week</title>
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            <description>&lt;P&gt;Dear Computer,&lt;BR&gt;This is my second week writing to you and I think that I am starting to enjoying it. But not the students. They are evil, &amp;nbsp;wicked, &amp;nbsp;little, &amp;nbsp;devil children that want me dead. I am begining to fear for my life. Computer, do you think if I started to subtract points from them, they will shut the mouths? Computer, Do not ignore me. Talk to me Computer!!! I COMMAND YOU TO SPEAK AT ONCE!!!!!!!!!......I hate technology. Sorry computer, will forgive me? No? I deserve it. I know I will send them across the hall! That'll show 'em whose boss. Me! Ha! Oh wait they already declared themselves independent from me. Drat! Maybe I will just stare at them and see what they do. No..that kid who flares his arms around will probaly see through my plan. Or the one who always is hanging around the pretty girls. (I have to ask him how he does it). The heaven's child would definetly see through my plan and tell Him. That would not be good. I WILL think of a plan. Or not. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR&gt;Mike&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:49:50 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>February 2,2009</title>
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            <description>Dear Computer,&lt;BR&gt;Well today has been a tough week. The children won't be quiet, the elf won't stop yelling, and my heart has skipped a few beats. But today was kind of weird because when I woke up and went outside to fetch the paper, there was a bunch of people with cameras taking my picture and asking me what my prediction was. I didn't know what prediction they were talking about so I went inside and they all went away in dissapointment. Today also marks the 1 year anniversary when the children wrote the Band Bill of Rights and Declaration of Independence. They all rebelled and screamed at me, so I went and got the elf and he took care of them. Well that was a year ago and im still alive.....for now. So I guess I had a bad week today. Oh well there's always tomorrow.</description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 21:28:28 +0100</pubDate>
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