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on Thu, Dec 15, 2016 at 8:00 AM
Thank you for having dazzling green eyes! You were working at the Island Beach shop during the snowstorm. You were nice, natural and open as we chatted together! I felt comfortable, a little bit like when we meet a close friend as we journey in an other country. How warm and reassuring! And it is one of the first times that I really enjoyed a discussion in english, too! The words in my mouth were my words. I appreciated your kindness, the warmth and luck in your eyes, as well as your charming energy. Is it your mind, is it your heart? I do not know, but it is velvety, touching and soft. You said you would like to learn french, and now I do know I would like to teach it. Let’s have coffee together? —The man in a black coat with an orange scarf
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on Tue, Dec 13, 2016 at 4:00 AM
I’m the spouse of a teacher and I am so in love with her and I need to share a few things cause she’s a little bummed about the work-to-rule thing.
My wife has just started her 18th year as a teacher, to this day when she runs in to a former student you can see the bond that she formed with them they laugh, hug and have even shed tears together some in joy and some in sorrow, I’ve seen my wife spend her time and her money to make sure her class room is a place where students feel welcome, intrigued, and safe. I have seen the mounds of papers that cover our dining room table that need to be graded and commented on, I’ve watched her pack a suit case so she can go on one of the several trips a year she volunteers to go on so the children don’t miss out, I’ve watched her work on her free time so that a Christmas concert or a theatre night or a tip to a museum or a concert goes off with out a hitch. I’ve watched her give up her lunch for a child that didn’t have any, I’ve seen her mad as hell because she’s seen the pain in the face of one of her students and she knew she couldn’t fix it, I’ve held her as she wept for that student, when things went so bad and so wrong, and I’ve rejoiced in the joy and excitement she feels when she sees or learns of an accomplishment from one of her students (past or present).
I fell in love with my wife because she is an incredible woman, and I am reminded of how incredible every time one of her students thanks her for being “the best teacher,” for being “da bomb,” for being “AWESOME” for “being there for me,” and for “caring.” These are quotes from students she has taught not for just this year or last year but every year that she has taught.
Teachers do so much more for our kids than teach, so much more that parents or the public realize I see it everyday and I’m still amazed by it.
I would like to thank and apologize to all the teaches that I took for granted when I was in school. I was a dumb kid that didn’t realize all they did for me with out being asked to and id it all with out complaint.
I’m sorry I took you for granted. Thank you! —Husband and Former Student
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on Tue, Dec 13, 2016 at 4:00 AM
The winter weather doesn't seem to be slowing down your pallet furniture projects. Maybe you should build a shed next? Or at least get a hat! Wouldn't want such a cutie to lose his ears to the cold, now would we? —Park Street Pedestrian
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on Mon, Dec 12, 2016 at 2:17 PM
To the police car that was at Sackville St and Spring Garden tonight around 6:10pm who observed a Mini blow through the crosswalk and just miss us as we were crossing Spring Garden in the crosswalk and who popped on his lights immediately — thank you! You had him pulled over and were writing him a ticket (hopefully) before we were even across the road. Thank you for not letting this Friday night idiot get away with something we see all too often these days. —HopeItWasABigFine
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on Fri, Dec 9, 2016 at 4:00 AM
I spotted you on Halloween dressed as a ridiculous golden disco dude. Since then I feel like I've seen you everywhere around the city. Maybe it's because you're so tall, so handsome, or maybe because we were meant to interact. Were those socks stuffed in your pants? These and many more things I'd like to ask you. Until we meet again. —TJ in a sea of Spinellis
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on Thu, Dec 8, 2016 at 4:00 AM
It's been four months since I moved away and I still miss Halifax every day. I miss the two dollar bin at Elsie's, drunk strangers shouting at each other at Pizza Corner, that group of men always smoking outside the Sal Army on Gottingen, getting the front seat on the upper floor of the ferry to Dartmouth, and pretty much every other small, wonderful detail that makes Halifax such a special place. —homesick Haligonian
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on Tue, Dec 6, 2016 at 10:19 AM
To the short stylish brunette in the special water aisle at Sobeys—your eyes and smile are stunning. Confident stride with my favourite choice of carbonated beverage in hand. Hope to run into you in aisle 2 again soon —Scarved and smitten
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on Tue, Dec 6, 2016 at 10:09 AM
To the finely-tuned fiddler that brightens the Market each weekend with his flawless playing. Thanks for your skill and your ceaseless, endearing smile; its as sweet as the treats I go to the market to seek.
I must praise, also, the basey beau; good show good show! —Sweets and beats
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on Mon, Dec 5, 2016 at 4:57 PM
Meeting you was a treat, getting to know you was a blur, falling in love with you was endless, and saying goodbye was bleak. You're a unique and beautiful creature and will always be that way. Thanks for sharing a piece of your life with me. —#musicmakingman
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on Sat, Dec 3, 2016 at 4:00 AM
Dear Andrew,
You were the dreamy hitch hiker we picked up headed to Liverpool. I hope you had a great weekend with your friend, and that marine bio school is going well. Hope to see you again soon. —The girl in the back seat
