I'm not sure what was in me today, but I felt like I was in a funk. Do you know where that term comes from? I learned the story a few years ago while on a field trip with my students to Cantigny. Sometimes soldiers would dig holes from the side of a trench to protect themselves from weather. They would huddle in these holes called a funk. Get it? In a funk.Warning: I did not take this picture (obviously). http://www.flickr.com/photos/statelibraryofnsw/
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