Woman Smashes Head Against Wall and Dies Happy
Yes, that will be the headlines later today. The woman in question is yours truly. Most of her hair is missing due to frustrated tugging. These students I'm grading have NO creativity. There isn't a single original spark in their bodies, not one drop of new blood in their veins, and absolutely no sign of a thought in their heads, creative or otherwise.
I hate the book's example, as it is a stupid paper full of horrible writing that students should not be emulating. And these poor children can't come up with an idea for anything, so I'm reading draft after draft of the sample essay. Reworded, of course, since they are afraid of the P word, at least, but still the same drivel. I finally had to quit, because I was about to tell some kid to think for himself and realize that explaining to the professor what the textbook said was stupid. I actually told him that I was already aware of what was in the textbook and didn't need the page numbers. Thanks. That's my sign to log off. I still have about 10 drafts to do tomorrow, and no one else is grading first reads, so I have all 20-some-odd second reads to grade as well.
To top it off, I turned my cell phone on today to see how much longer E was going to take to get to the car, and after a solid minute of alarms reminding me to get up daily, I discovered four messages. Very sorry folks. The phone was off for longer than it should have been. I seem to get careless and hard to reach these days. I'll keep trying to amend my ways, but it's a long shot.
This week I get to finish Lady Audley's Secret, a truly good read, and write a few papers. Didn't get to them this weekend. I did, however, do lots of research on OMF, and have cleaned my living room. It was getting depressing.
E and I have been church-hopping the past few Sundays, and so far, nothing too interesting has turned up. This Sunday, however, we had a chuckle. Children's sermon is the setting, and the topic of the day was "friends and enemies." So the DCE or whatever (not sure if she was actually a DCE or not), asked the kiddies if they had any friends. The children erupt with pointed fingers and "I like so-in-so"s, but they eventually quieted down. She talked for a while about things you do for your friends, and then asked if any of them had enemies. One kid started with "Well," but was cut off rather quickly. She went on at quite a pace, probably trying to avoid sending kids home crying, and asked about what we were supposed to do for our enemies. There was an uncomfortable silence among the dear lambs, and the lady told them to imagine their enemy was in a pit and couldn't get out. What would the children do for the enemy? One kid was very bright. He piped up immediately that he would "throw a rock at him." The congregation was hushed but amused. The sermon went on for a while longer, and then finally closed. The woman suggested that they all fold their hands and pray together, and the lonely rock-pitcher sighed loudly, "Oh, man!" Another hushed chuckle. One interesting and slightly disturbing part of this prayer was that the congregation was also expected to say three words at a time and then shout Amen. Very hands on, it seems.
Oh, and there was a woman in a fur ... thing. It was like a giant sleeveless coat, with big puffy collars around the armholes, and a stole-like appearance. Very real. Very disturbing. I fought the urge to ask her which animal she was wearing. Spotted, whatever it was, and mostly white with some yellow. I hope it wasn't rare. Next Sunday is E's turn to pick. I hope none of the people at wherever are wearing several pounds of dead animal.
Well. That will be all. My book awaits, and the cat surely wants to be allowed back into the room. She was biting cords again today.
End.
I hate the book's example, as it is a stupid paper full of horrible writing that students should not be emulating. And these poor children can't come up with an idea for anything, so I'm reading draft after draft of the sample essay. Reworded, of course, since they are afraid of the P word, at least, but still the same drivel. I finally had to quit, because I was about to tell some kid to think for himself and realize that explaining to the professor what the textbook said was stupid. I actually told him that I was already aware of what was in the textbook and didn't need the page numbers. Thanks. That's my sign to log off. I still have about 10 drafts to do tomorrow, and no one else is grading first reads, so I have all 20-some-odd second reads to grade as well.
To top it off, I turned my cell phone on today to see how much longer E was going to take to get to the car, and after a solid minute of alarms reminding me to get up daily, I discovered four messages. Very sorry folks. The phone was off for longer than it should have been. I seem to get careless and hard to reach these days. I'll keep trying to amend my ways, but it's a long shot.
This week I get to finish Lady Audley's Secret, a truly good read, and write a few papers. Didn't get to them this weekend. I did, however, do lots of research on OMF, and have cleaned my living room. It was getting depressing.
E and I have been church-hopping the past few Sundays, and so far, nothing too interesting has turned up. This Sunday, however, we had a chuckle. Children's sermon is the setting, and the topic of the day was "friends and enemies." So the DCE or whatever (not sure if she was actually a DCE or not), asked the kiddies if they had any friends. The children erupt with pointed fingers and "I like so-in-so"s, but they eventually quieted down. She talked for a while about things you do for your friends, and then asked if any of them had enemies. One kid started with "Well," but was cut off rather quickly. She went on at quite a pace, probably trying to avoid sending kids home crying, and asked about what we were supposed to do for our enemies. There was an uncomfortable silence among the dear lambs, and the lady told them to imagine their enemy was in a pit and couldn't get out. What would the children do for the enemy? One kid was very bright. He piped up immediately that he would "throw a rock at him." The congregation was hushed but amused. The sermon went on for a while longer, and then finally closed. The woman suggested that they all fold their hands and pray together, and the lonely rock-pitcher sighed loudly, "Oh, man!" Another hushed chuckle. One interesting and slightly disturbing part of this prayer was that the congregation was also expected to say three words at a time and then shout Amen. Very hands on, it seems.
Oh, and there was a woman in a fur ... thing. It was like a giant sleeveless coat, with big puffy collars around the armholes, and a stole-like appearance. Very real. Very disturbing. I fought the urge to ask her which animal she was wearing. Spotted, whatever it was, and mostly white with some yellow. I hope it wasn't rare. Next Sunday is E's turn to pick. I hope none of the people at wherever are wearing several pounds of dead animal.
Well. That will be all. My book awaits, and the cat surely wants to be allowed back into the room. She was biting cords again today.
End.
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