At last a friend!

Finally I have a friend, someone who can share the experience of living in a classroom. He's so sweet and cuddly and reminds me of my sheep and goats back home on my rocky island. The good news is that since he's a MOLE, he's too small for any pesky Ithacans to hide under, so I won't have the same problem I did with my sheep. The only problem is, he doesn't have a name yet. So, I've arranged a poll so people can vote on their favorite name for him.

It's not easy being me

It's not easy being a human sized Cyclops trapped in a Mythology classroom, but apparently, it's my lot in life. It seems like everytime I get comfortable in a chair, someone comes and moves me someplace else; sometimes they even throw me on the ground. If only people could understand how much that upsets me. And as a recovering people-eater, how much it tries my resolve not to devour them for their thoughtless act. All I'm asking for is some consideration. Move me to a nice chair or desk-maybe even give me a book to read. After all, you are judged on how your treat everyone in life, even a human sized Cyclops trapped in a Mythology classroom.