No, My Life Has Not Gotten Less Hectic...
And I doubt it ever will. I must relate some occurrences, however, just because I need a break from grading, and because I haven't in a while.
I left something at the office today, and had to go back up there to pick it up. It was after six, so I took the southern route to a close lot. I was sitting there in a turn lane, waiting to go, when a tire rolls out into the middle of the intersection. The oncoming traffic doesn't know to do, and so people are poking along at three miles an hour following the tire across the intersection and down the street. People behind them don't know what the fuss is, and start honking. The tire rolls to a dead stop, still on its edge. People finally get around it about half way into the other traffic's green light. It was really screwy, with lots of honking. When I came back home, there was no tire, so I can only assume the thing got picked up. Funny, isn't it?
Charlotte has been making attempts to leave the confines of the apartment. This last Tuesday she kept me up all night crying, for no good reason. Last night she was fine. This night she has spend about an hour, off and on, crying at the door. She's also been in a terribly violent mood. I'm not looking forward to the next week or so.
I've got two of the three observations done, and only one more to go. I might do it Friday, or I might do it Monday. There's a paper due Tuesday. One of the "short" ones, at 8-10 pages. Also a philosophy statement (Tell me, God. Didn't I finish with the infernal things when I left the circus that was Education?) and a syllabus on Tuesday. A short story Monday. Lots of reading. Hair pulling. Etc.
A word about Pink. I have heard from a tutor that his presentation for Feminism will be on pornography and abuse of women. The tutor informed me with something of a sad smile that the form of research had been watching a boatload of the stuff in the basement with a buddy. This tutor tried to eradicate the obscene references to women going down on men and getting pounded (I kid you not, this was in the paper!), but he's (the tutor) not sure he convinced Pink that this kind of language wasn't a good idea. Apparently, that group's presentation is coming up soon. I both shudder to think of what I'll be listening to, and must suppress a mean-spirited streak that desires to have him give the worst presentation possible simply so a bunch of us can complain. I'll let you know how successful the tutor was.
In yoga we did the Queen position, and I was pleasantly surprised that I could get my toes to touch. This is one of the inverted postures, where your shoulders and head are on the ground, and the rest of you alternates between being up in the air, and being parallel to the floor behind your head. Sounds of people thumping to the ground echoed around me, but I thankfully was not a contributor to them. I hope we have time for this again next time. I'll want to have at least another go at it with supervision before I do it at home without any.
Well, it's late, and I still must grade at least five first reads before I let myself sleep tonight. So I'll be gone now.
End.
I left something at the office today, and had to go back up there to pick it up. It was after six, so I took the southern route to a close lot. I was sitting there in a turn lane, waiting to go, when a tire rolls out into the middle of the intersection. The oncoming traffic doesn't know to do, and so people are poking along at three miles an hour following the tire across the intersection and down the street. People behind them don't know what the fuss is, and start honking. The tire rolls to a dead stop, still on its edge. People finally get around it about half way into the other traffic's green light. It was really screwy, with lots of honking. When I came back home, there was no tire, so I can only assume the thing got picked up. Funny, isn't it?
Charlotte has been making attempts to leave the confines of the apartment. This last Tuesday she kept me up all night crying, for no good reason. Last night she was fine. This night she has spend about an hour, off and on, crying at the door. She's also been in a terribly violent mood. I'm not looking forward to the next week or so.
I've got two of the three observations done, and only one more to go. I might do it Friday, or I might do it Monday. There's a paper due Tuesday. One of the "short" ones, at 8-10 pages. Also a philosophy statement (Tell me, God. Didn't I finish with the infernal things when I left the circus that was Education?) and a syllabus on Tuesday. A short story Monday. Lots of reading. Hair pulling. Etc.
A word about Pink. I have heard from a tutor that his presentation for Feminism will be on pornography and abuse of women. The tutor informed me with something of a sad smile that the form of research had been watching a boatload of the stuff in the basement with a buddy. This tutor tried to eradicate the obscene references to women going down on men and getting pounded (I kid you not, this was in the paper!), but he's (the tutor) not sure he convinced Pink that this kind of language wasn't a good idea. Apparently, that group's presentation is coming up soon. I both shudder to think of what I'll be listening to, and must suppress a mean-spirited streak that desires to have him give the worst presentation possible simply so a bunch of us can complain. I'll let you know how successful the tutor was.
In yoga we did the Queen position, and I was pleasantly surprised that I could get my toes to touch. This is one of the inverted postures, where your shoulders and head are on the ground, and the rest of you alternates between being up in the air, and being parallel to the floor behind your head. Sounds of people thumping to the ground echoed around me, but I thankfully was not a contributor to them. I hope we have time for this again next time. I'll want to have at least another go at it with supervision before I do it at home without any.
Well, it's late, and I still must grade at least five first reads before I let myself sleep tonight. So I'll be gone now.
End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 01:37
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