This Monday marks Day One of the Five Days To Winter Break Countdown. In reality, this countdown is part of a larger December Countdown to Winter Break, which, in turn is part of the Post-Thanksgiving Countdown to Winter Break, which, again, in turn, is part of the Post-Fall Break Countdown to Winter Break. You may notice that we do a lot of counting down around here.
It was a pretty manageable day, aside from the freezing drizzle and blinding snow that greeted us as we left the house. A scheduled 6:50 arrival turned into a 7:20 slide into the parking lot. No worries, however. By second block, we were back in the swing of things.
Our tree, which we picked up on Saturday, is currently bedecked only with strings of multi-colored lights. We have yet to put an ornament on it. That is probably scheduled for this evening. Holiday festivities are in full swing, ladies and gentlemen.
We'll try to keep you posted on the rest of the week. And by the way, in a completely unrelated vein, even after three years in a new school, I still miss Chicken Nugget Day!
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Monday, December 14, 2009
Monday, October 08, 2007
Miscellaneous Comment-Inspired Haiku (For La Fashionista)
On H.P. Lovecraft:
I know the name, not the work.
Scary? Whatever.
Predicting the score.
But shouldn't I remember:
At home, forty one?
stevecarter *dot* com:
Creepy old album covers,
Scrawny naked men.
Poor, poor whistle pig,
Like Ol' Punxatawney Phil,
Gets the shaft, again!
Fairview fifth grader:
"Today--CoMo holiday;
Chicken nuggets! Yum!"
Anon AMV
B run-on sentences! And
six-syllable name!
I know the name, not the work.
Scary? Whatever.
Predicting the score.
But shouldn't I remember:
At home, forty one?
stevecarter *dot* com:
Creepy old album covers,
Scrawny naked men.
Poor, poor whistle pig,
Like Ol' Punxatawney Phil,
Gets the shaft, again!
Fairview fifth grader:
"Today--CoMo holiday;
Chicken nuggets! Yum!"
Anon AMV
B run-on sentences! And
six-syllable name!
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
In Which Our Boy Sums Up the Ledger (and the Levee)
Get down, river
Get down
--The Bottle Rockets, "Get Down River"
The Ledger has quite a few things on it that haven't been summed up. Let's look at it, shall we?
On the positive side of the ledger: I got a plaque last night recognizing my contributions to my school's Speak Your Mind Forums over the past few years.
On the negative side of the ledger: We watched a brutal film about the Montgomery Bus Boycott in class yesterday, and the speaker at the SYM forum last night was a Holocaust survivor. No doubt, I was not too high on the human race as a whole, yesterday.
On the positive side of the ledger: It did not rain yesterday.
On the negative side of the ledger: The forecasters are predicting rain the next couple of days and a flood crest from the Big Muddy that might reach 1993 proportions (Flood of the Century, sure...LAST Century, sucker).
On the positive side of the ledger: Last week's Blood Drive collected 150 units of blood.
On the negative side of the ledger: Someone had an allergic reaction to latex, two kids threw up, and the nurse made it sound like her office was so full of swooning children that it looked like the "Burning Atlanta" scene from Gone With the Wind. Later reports found a total of two students lying down. Nevertheless, the blood drive may be a thing of the past. Administrators cite "liability" as the cause.
On the positive side of the ledger: Ice Planet Hoth a distant memory is.
On the negative side of the ledger: Swamp Planet Dagoba upon us soon will be.
On the positive side of the ledger: Today's chicken nuggets were exquisite.
On the negative side of the ledger: It is T-minus 4 Tuesdays before it's "No more nuggets for you."
I am sure I am leaving many things off of both sides, but one can easily see that, as always, I am just breaking even. Who could ask for anything more?
Get down
--The Bottle Rockets, "Get Down River"
The Ledger has quite a few things on it that haven't been summed up. Let's look at it, shall we?
On the positive side of the ledger: I got a plaque last night recognizing my contributions to my school's Speak Your Mind Forums over the past few years.
On the negative side of the ledger: We watched a brutal film about the Montgomery Bus Boycott in class yesterday, and the speaker at the SYM forum last night was a Holocaust survivor. No doubt, I was not too high on the human race as a whole, yesterday.
On the positive side of the ledger: It did not rain yesterday.
On the negative side of the ledger: The forecasters are predicting rain the next couple of days and a flood crest from the Big Muddy that might reach 1993 proportions (Flood of the Century, sure...LAST Century, sucker).
On the positive side of the ledger: Last week's Blood Drive collected 150 units of blood.
On the negative side of the ledger: Someone had an allergic reaction to latex, two kids threw up, and the nurse made it sound like her office was so full of swooning children that it looked like the "Burning Atlanta" scene from Gone With the Wind. Later reports found a total of two students lying down. Nevertheless, the blood drive may be a thing of the past. Administrators cite "liability" as the cause.
On the positive side of the ledger: Ice Planet Hoth a distant memory is.
On the negative side of the ledger: Swamp Planet Dagoba upon us soon will be.
On the positive side of the ledger: Today's chicken nuggets were exquisite.
On the negative side of the ledger: It is T-minus 4 Tuesdays before it's "No more nuggets for you."
I am sure I am leaving many things off of both sides, but one can easily see that, as always, I am just breaking even. Who could ask for anything more?
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Derailed Reading
Half my life is in books' written pages
Living, learning from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All those things
Come back to you
--Aerosmith, "Dream On"
Remember way back when, I told y'all I was diving into East of Eden? Well, my train got derailed. I stalled somewhere around page 24. Not due to any fault with the book, mind you, but I assigned book groups to my students and I have been keeping up with their reading schedules on my own. Now, of course, I have already read all of the books I have assigned to them; however, after at least a year in all cases, I need to refresh my memory with all of them. The only book I haven't been very good at keeping up with is The Great Gatsby, and that's no big deal, because I've read that one about six times in the last six years. I am good with that one.
But, I have assigned eight different books to various groups in my various classes, so I have a lot to read: A Farewell to Arms, Ethan Frome, The Age of Innocence, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Not Without Laughter, Gatsby, My Antonia, and As I Lay Dying. Whew! Great books all, but I haven't had time for Eden. I have managed to sneak a page or two of The Member of the Wedding in there, though. Go figure.
Anyway, I haven't forgotten about the book. I'll get to it when I can. But it will be a week or two before I can even think about it. What can a man do?
In other news, I am sure you are wondering about the weather. I haven't mentioned it in about two days. It's good. Warming up, with temps consistently in the near-fifty range for the past few days. But that Tenacious Puppy Run of Death still terrorizes the denizens of Central Standard; however, I think it knows its days are numbered. Sunday and Monday were great, with the Spring-thinking sounds of running and dripping water all around. That which is not frozen is mud. That which is not mud is water. That which is not water is blacktop. And so on.
Of course, today was chicken nugget day, so, you know that's good, and Monkey made a hummingbird cake on Sunday. It was delish! And no hummingbirds were harmed in its making.
Living, learning from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All those things
Come back to you
--Aerosmith, "Dream On"
Remember way back when, I told y'all I was diving into East of Eden? Well, my train got derailed. I stalled somewhere around page 24. Not due to any fault with the book, mind you, but I assigned book groups to my students and I have been keeping up with their reading schedules on my own. Now, of course, I have already read all of the books I have assigned to them; however, after at least a year in all cases, I need to refresh my memory with all of them. The only book I haven't been very good at keeping up with is The Great Gatsby, and that's no big deal, because I've read that one about six times in the last six years. I am good with that one.
But, I have assigned eight different books to various groups in my various classes, so I have a lot to read: A Farewell to Arms, Ethan Frome, The Age of Innocence, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Not Without Laughter, Gatsby, My Antonia, and As I Lay Dying. Whew! Great books all, but I haven't had time for Eden. I have managed to sneak a page or two of The Member of the Wedding in there, though. Go figure.
Anyway, I haven't forgotten about the book. I'll get to it when I can. But it will be a week or two before I can even think about it. What can a man do?
In other news, I am sure you are wondering about the weather. I haven't mentioned it in about two days. It's good. Warming up, with temps consistently in the near-fifty range for the past few days. But that Tenacious Puppy Run of Death still terrorizes the denizens of Central Standard; however, I think it knows its days are numbered. Sunday and Monday were great, with the Spring-thinking sounds of running and dripping water all around. That which is not frozen is mud. That which is not mud is water. That which is not water is blacktop. And so on.
Of course, today was chicken nugget day, so, you know that's good, and Monkey made a hummingbird cake on Sunday. It was delish! And no hummingbirds were harmed in its making.
Monday, January 15, 2007
The Downside of a Snow Day
Tomorrow has been cancelled. Schools are closed on Tuesday due to the ice which has been slowly building up here for the past four days. It is currently snowing (lightly), and we appear to be out of the precipitation woods, but the powers that be seem to think that it will be just too dangerous tomorrow to have school. That is fine by me, except....
You know what Tuesday means to me. I'll miss my nuggets, for sure. With next week's Tuesday being an early release day, that means no love next week, either. I will endeavor to persevere, however. And Wednesday will just have to be an adequate day to start second semester.
It is nice, on some level, to me, the December 1 snow storm notwithstanding, to be visited, finally, by real winter weather. It is cold. As it should be. I don't know if global warming is a permanent thing. It seems clear to me that our habits of burning excessive amounts of carbon-based fuels, of clearing every tree in sight, of not regulating more stringently the emissions of manufacturers have had some negative effects on our climate. Yet, how are we to really tell if this current warm up is not just a natural trend that will, after some time, be it a decade or a thousand years, reverse itself? I guess we can't know for sure. One thing is clear. I truly miss winters that are as they once were advertised, with hard, extended freezes, when only the most fool-hardy (or just plain hardy) wore shirt sleeves and shorts to go out. Frisbee, dammit, is not a winter sport. Nor should it be.
So, a bit of ice and wind is actually a pleasant thing, for me. Frozen ponds and drifting snow. The loss of such things is the real tragedy of global warming. Even if their presence sometimes curtails our enjoyment of a chicken nugget here and there.
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By the way, I've been half-heartedly working on a children's book for my two nephews. Here's the first verse I wrote for it, "Turtles Belong Outside"(I need an illustrator). It somehow reminds me of something my grandmother used to sing to my brother and me as kids. Not this particular verse, but things like it. This, by the way, like all good literature, is based on actual events.
Turtles Belong Outside
Found a turtle outside
And I brought him indoors.
I showed him to Monkey;
he peed on the floor.
I showed him to Puppy;
He peed one more time.
I took him outside.
That's the end of my rhyme.
You know what Tuesday means to me. I'll miss my nuggets, for sure. With next week's Tuesday being an early release day, that means no love next week, either. I will endeavor to persevere, however. And Wednesday will just have to be an adequate day to start second semester.
It is nice, on some level, to me, the December 1 snow storm notwithstanding, to be visited, finally, by real winter weather. It is cold. As it should be. I don't know if global warming is a permanent thing. It seems clear to me that our habits of burning excessive amounts of carbon-based fuels, of clearing every tree in sight, of not regulating more stringently the emissions of manufacturers have had some negative effects on our climate. Yet, how are we to really tell if this current warm up is not just a natural trend that will, after some time, be it a decade or a thousand years, reverse itself? I guess we can't know for sure. One thing is clear. I truly miss winters that are as they once were advertised, with hard, extended freezes, when only the most fool-hardy (or just plain hardy) wore shirt sleeves and shorts to go out. Frisbee, dammit, is not a winter sport. Nor should it be.
So, a bit of ice and wind is actually a pleasant thing, for me. Frozen ponds and drifting snow. The loss of such things is the real tragedy of global warming. Even if their presence sometimes curtails our enjoyment of a chicken nugget here and there.
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By the way, I've been half-heartedly working on a children's book for my two nephews. Here's the first verse I wrote for it, "Turtles Belong Outside"(I need an illustrator). It somehow reminds me of something my grandmother used to sing to my brother and me as kids. Not this particular verse, but things like it. This, by the way, like all good literature, is based on actual events.
Turtles Belong Outside
Found a turtle outside
And I brought him indoors.
I showed him to Monkey;
he peed on the floor.
I showed him to Puppy;
He peed one more time.
I took him outside.
That's the end of my rhyme.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Greetings from Ice Planet Hoth
We are iced in, over here, people. Friday afternoon and night left us a couple of inches of sleet, and last night left us some freezing rain. The main roads may not be too bad, but, this morning, the dog won't go outside after skittering across the front yard, earlier, and I was left standing on the front porch, looking down the slight hill that is our driveway, wondering how I would get the newspaper, not twenty feet away. More is expected today, with some snow to top it off. It's a good thing that exams ended Thursday and there's no school until Tuesday.
In other news--other awful, horrible, no-good, very bad news--the Ravens held the Colts--the Payton Manning, Marvin Harrison, Reggie Wayne Colts--to NO touchdowns...and LOST. It was the worst display of offensive incompetence I have seen in a playoff game since...LAST WEEK, when the same Colts made the Chiefs look like, well, the Ravens (of old). I was speechless. It took all I had to even read the ESPN recap of the game. I'll get over it.
Other than that...exams, as I said, are over...a new semester begins on Tuesday (and we all know why Tuesday is special)...no word on the job front...Monkey came home with a brochure for a house in Lincoln, priced at more than $280K; it's a nice looking house in the pictures, but it is too much house and too much money for us (Monkey wasn't really offering this as a possibilty, she just wanted me to see it 'cause she thought we'd both like it--damn straight I'd like it!)...that is all.
In other news--other awful, horrible, no-good, very bad news--the Ravens held the Colts--the Payton Manning, Marvin Harrison, Reggie Wayne Colts--to NO touchdowns...and LOST. It was the worst display of offensive incompetence I have seen in a playoff game since...LAST WEEK, when the same Colts made the Chiefs look like, well, the Ravens (of old). I was speechless. It took all I had to even read the ESPN recap of the game. I'll get over it.
Other than that...exams, as I said, are over...a new semester begins on Tuesday (and we all know why Tuesday is special)...no word on the job front...Monkey came home with a brochure for a house in Lincoln, priced at more than $280K; it's a nice looking house in the pictures, but it is too much house and too much money for us (Monkey wasn't really offering this as a possibilty, she just wanted me to see it 'cause she thought we'd both like it--damn straight I'd like it!)...that is all.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
The Hook
Yes, I have been observing radio silence for over a week. I guess I've just felt like I didn't have much to say. Ithought I'd take this morning's opportunity to give you an update on the novel.
I am still in the process of revising and editing. It's a slow process, but I think I am making some good choices. It remains to be seen.
I did spend some time recently writing a hook for the novel, since, once it's ready, I might as well send it out to see if anybody's interested. Keep in mind, this is an early draft. Read at your own peril.
A story of time travel, brotherly love, and talking dogs, with a healthy dose of severed digits, liverwurst, and world domination mixed in, The Trials of Vernon follows a day in the life of the title character as he comes to grips with the relationships in his life.
Tuesday dawns as a normal day: Beth is at work and Vernon is off to The Bagel Bin for breakfast, but that’s when things get strange. Vernon’s waitress disappears, leaving him to serve his own coffee, and, eventually, Vernon finds himself reliving the previous two hours. After finding the waitress in the park communicating with his dog, Vernon leads them on a quest to discover how and why his temporal difficulties are affecting him. In the meantime, Vernon’s brother, Brother, is in the midst of his own bad day, as his missing finger eventually lands him in jail, and Stanley, an eccentric collector of everything, laments that he ever gave Brother’s finger away. Of course, Kasha, Stanley’s frequent companion in the indulgence of liverwurst sandwiches, seems blissfully unaware that she is somehow responsible for all of this, as Baraboo Jones minds his bodega, waiting for his chance to conquer the western hemisphere. Throw in some omnipotent chipmunks and Bill, the unofficial watchman of Hot Dog City USA, and it’s no wonder that Vernon eventually realizes something important about himself.
Does that pique your interest?
Today sees the convergence of two great things: chicken nugget day and the last day of school before winter break. God bless us, everyone.
I am still in the process of revising and editing. It's a slow process, but I think I am making some good choices. It remains to be seen.
I did spend some time recently writing a hook for the novel, since, once it's ready, I might as well send it out to see if anybody's interested. Keep in mind, this is an early draft. Read at your own peril.
A story of time travel, brotherly love, and talking dogs, with a healthy dose of severed digits, liverwurst, and world domination mixed in, The Trials of Vernon follows a day in the life of the title character as he comes to grips with the relationships in his life.
Tuesday dawns as a normal day: Beth is at work and Vernon is off to The Bagel Bin for breakfast, but that’s when things get strange. Vernon’s waitress disappears, leaving him to serve his own coffee, and, eventually, Vernon finds himself reliving the previous two hours. After finding the waitress in the park communicating with his dog, Vernon leads them on a quest to discover how and why his temporal difficulties are affecting him. In the meantime, Vernon’s brother, Brother, is in the midst of his own bad day, as his missing finger eventually lands him in jail, and Stanley, an eccentric collector of everything, laments that he ever gave Brother’s finger away. Of course, Kasha, Stanley’s frequent companion in the indulgence of liverwurst sandwiches, seems blissfully unaware that she is somehow responsible for all of this, as Baraboo Jones minds his bodega, waiting for his chance to conquer the western hemisphere. Throw in some omnipotent chipmunks and Bill, the unofficial watchman of Hot Dog City USA, and it’s no wonder that Vernon eventually realizes something important about himself.
Does that pique your interest?
Today sees the convergence of two great things: chicken nugget day and the last day of school before winter break. God bless us, everyone.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Boys and Girls in America...
Tuesday was a day of highs and lows. The lowest low came as I stood in the cafeteria and opened my wallet in preparation for my weekly chicken nugget feast. In the wallet was nothing. Not a dollar. I had given my cash to Aunt James fot tickets to that night's The Hold Steady show. So, no nuggets for me.
I had some bar-like nutrition stashed in my desk, so I had something to eat. While I chewed my concentrated protein bar, I thought, "This show tonight better be excellent."
And it was. I know The Hold Steady are a band that dichotomizes music fans. You either love them or you hate them. Monkey and I saw them the last time they were through town, and they were great. Tuesday night was no different. The opening bands, Catfish Haven and something I forgot (which is not the name of the band--I really can't remember), from Chicago were okay. Monkey would probably give them a less than okay nod, just so you know. But The Hold Steady rocked. If you get a chance, check them out.
Yesterday saw the author showing his age. I was beat. I don't think I made it to 8:30 last night. I was out on the couch in a heartbeat. Pathetic, really.
Early release today, and maybe Bottle Rockets on Friday. The first full week since before Thanksgiving has been, so far, a'ight.
I had some bar-like nutrition stashed in my desk, so I had something to eat. While I chewed my concentrated protein bar, I thought, "This show tonight better be excellent."
And it was. I know The Hold Steady are a band that dichotomizes music fans. You either love them or you hate them. Monkey and I saw them the last time they were through town, and they were great. Tuesday night was no different. The opening bands, Catfish Haven and something I forgot (which is not the name of the band--I really can't remember), from Chicago were okay. Monkey would probably give them a less than okay nod, just so you know. But The Hold Steady rocked. If you get a chance, check them out.
Yesterday saw the author showing his age. I was beat. I don't think I made it to 8:30 last night. I was out on the couch in a heartbeat. Pathetic, really.
Early release today, and maybe Bottle Rockets on Friday. The first full week since before Thanksgiving has been, so far, a'ight.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Four Day Weekend?
The buzz at school yesterday was the forecasted winter storm, which was to bring us ice and sleet followed by up to a foot of snow by Friday morning. Like all good teachers, I expected sunny skies when I woke this morning, and told my kiddos to do their homework accordingly. After all, I explained to them, the more prepared for school they were, the higher the likelihood that school would be cancelled.
The prospects for bad weather were bad enough that Monkey's proposed departure for a trip to Lincoln this weekend was moved up a day. She spent last night in a KC HoJo's. Her post-trip report had some nasty freezing precip falling in the KC metro area yesterday afternoon, but here on the homestead, we just had some wet and loud thunderstorms.
Last night, Elementary Teacher ( a new character to this, the chronicle of the author's life) came over to watch the OSU-UNC basketball game. He's from Ohio and doesn't have ESPN. It was great game (UNC won 98-89, or some such ridiculously high score). When bedtime arrived for me, the skies were cloudy and it was cold, but no precip was falling.
This morning, the grass is crunchy and the tress are icy. The roads seem okay, here, but the county roads are apparently a bit slick. The ticker on the TV screen flashed some nearby school closings, but nothing here. At 5:40, I was preparing for a normal day at school. Then, to my joy and surprise, the screen flashed the magic words: "Columbia Public Schools are CLOSED today." Woo hoo!
The forecast is still pretty nasty, with a foot of snow still forecast by Friday morning. In the immortal words of TS Eliot: "Do I dare to each a peach? Do I dare to expect two snow days in a row?" I shall, in a superstitious nod to J. Alfred Prufrock, wear my trousers rolled, today.
What good fortune it would have been had I needed to write a few thousand words to finish my novel on time. But I don't! 'Cause I finished that puppy. I am almost going through a bit of post-writing flurry withdrawal. I kept thinking I had something to do last night, but I didn't. It was a bittersweet feeling of longing mixed with triumph. I feel it still.
So, dear reader, what shall I do, today? Back in Mob Town, a snow day meant toilet paper sandwiches with a glass of milk, but I think I'll have something else for lunch. I'm just glad it's not Tuesday. It would suck to miss chicken nugget day.
The prospects for bad weather were bad enough that Monkey's proposed departure for a trip to Lincoln this weekend was moved up a day. She spent last night in a KC HoJo's. Her post-trip report had some nasty freezing precip falling in the KC metro area yesterday afternoon, but here on the homestead, we just had some wet and loud thunderstorms.
Last night, Elementary Teacher ( a new character to this, the chronicle of the author's life) came over to watch the OSU-UNC basketball game. He's from Ohio and doesn't have ESPN. It was great game (UNC won 98-89, or some such ridiculously high score). When bedtime arrived for me, the skies were cloudy and it was cold, but no precip was falling.
This morning, the grass is crunchy and the tress are icy. The roads seem okay, here, but the county roads are apparently a bit slick. The ticker on the TV screen flashed some nearby school closings, but nothing here. At 5:40, I was preparing for a normal day at school. Then, to my joy and surprise, the screen flashed the magic words: "Columbia Public Schools are CLOSED today." Woo hoo!
The forecast is still pretty nasty, with a foot of snow still forecast by Friday morning. In the immortal words of TS Eliot: "Do I dare to each a peach? Do I dare to expect two snow days in a row?" I shall, in a superstitious nod to J. Alfred Prufrock, wear my trousers rolled, today.
What good fortune it would have been had I needed to write a few thousand words to finish my novel on time. But I don't! 'Cause I finished that puppy. I am almost going through a bit of post-writing flurry withdrawal. I kept thinking I had something to do last night, but I didn't. It was a bittersweet feeling of longing mixed with triumph. I feel it still.
So, dear reader, what shall I do, today? Back in Mob Town, a snow day meant toilet paper sandwiches with a glass of milk, but I think I'll have something else for lunch. I'm just glad it's not Tuesday. It would suck to miss chicken nugget day.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
We Have A Winner!
Well, after neglecting my students, my colleagues, my friends, my wife, and a host of other things, it has all paid off.
I finished my novel! I am amazed how it sort of all came together, and how some things I had been working on in the past (and some things waaaaay in the past), raised their ugly heads in this piece, too.
It was a slog, but it has been worth it, especially since Monkey is now showering me with kisses!
And now...prepare for a possible snow day on Thursday/Friday.
Think about this: I finished my novel on chicken nugget day. What could be better?
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Deep, Deep, Deep in the Weeds
Brother and Sisters! It's been so long, too long, since last we spoke. I have been crazy preoccupied with school, school, and, mostly, school. I have had some opportunity to enjoy myself since that wonderful weekend in KC.
Monkey and I took a trip to Portland, OR for the wedding of our good former CoMo friend QP. It was a great party and a fun weekend, which we spent with many of QP's relatives (Mom, Dad, Bro, cousins, aunts, nieces...you know, relatives). The flight out of KCI was nasty rough, provoking an anxiety attack out of me. I didn't know what was happening, I was tingly numb and sweating and nauseated. Monkey looked at me and said, "You're having a panic attack." I looked at her and said, "Oh, yeah." Then I just stared straight ahead and focused on my breathing. By the time we were over Wyoming, I felt a little better.
Mostly, I have been preoccupied with keeping things together at school, in the face of much adversity. My fill-in partner teachers have been swell, and, except for one gigantic asshole of a kiddo, my studentials have been great, but it is still a stressful situation. Partner Teacher thinks she may return at the start of second quarter, which is less than two weeks away. We shall see.
I'm sure I am leaving out a bunch, the Gold Team's rousing victory, the celebratory debauchery that evening, the Octoberfest...but I will update you later. Not nearly a month later, but later. I might even include some pics (but not of the debauchery). For now, on this eve of Chicken Nugget Day, I must put the shoulder to the wheel and get some work done.
Monkey and I took a trip to Portland, OR for the wedding of our good former CoMo friend QP. It was a great party and a fun weekend, which we spent with many of QP's relatives (Mom, Dad, Bro, cousins, aunts, nieces...you know, relatives). The flight out of KCI was nasty rough, provoking an anxiety attack out of me. I didn't know what was happening, I was tingly numb and sweating and nauseated. Monkey looked at me and said, "You're having a panic attack." I looked at her and said, "Oh, yeah." Then I just stared straight ahead and focused on my breathing. By the time we were over Wyoming, I felt a little better.
Mostly, I have been preoccupied with keeping things together at school, in the face of much adversity. My fill-in partner teachers have been swell, and, except for one gigantic asshole of a kiddo, my studentials have been great, but it is still a stressful situation. Partner Teacher thinks she may return at the start of second quarter, which is less than two weeks away. We shall see.
I'm sure I am leaving out a bunch, the Gold Team's rousing victory, the celebratory debauchery that evening, the Octoberfest...but I will update you later. Not nearly a month later, but later. I might even include some pics (but not of the debauchery). For now, on this eve of Chicken Nugget Day, I must put the shoulder to the wheel and get some work done.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
The Big Eight
Monkey and I celebrated wedding anniversary number eight this past Tuesday. We are planning a weekend in KC to celebrate. Dinner and a show on Saturday. An overnight at a swanky hotel. A visit to the Nelson-Atkins Museum on Sunday. We are both looking forward to it. Aunt JAmes and Uncle Joe will be entertaining Ripken this weekend, so, thanks to them!
Chicken Nugget Day was a success, but only barely. I think I was wiping gravy off of my face just as my kiddos were rolling in for fifth hour. And, honestly, the "other" vegetable was pretty heinous. Some unshelled peas that were amazingly both tough and mushy at the same time. Not good. Is our enthusiasm for Chicken Nugget Day waning? Hell, no! We simply look forward to better days in the annals of processed chicken. But then, don't we all.
Grading I should be doing, so grading will soon be done. I am certainly tired of watching West Virginia massacre my Terps. 37-10 at halftime? My Powder Puff team might be able to give these Terps a run!
Chicken Nugget Day was a success, but only barely. I think I was wiping gravy off of my face just as my kiddos were rolling in for fifth hour. And, honestly, the "other" vegetable was pretty heinous. Some unshelled peas that were amazingly both tough and mushy at the same time. Not good. Is our enthusiasm for Chicken Nugget Day waning? Hell, no! We simply look forward to better days in the annals of processed chicken. But then, don't we all.
Grading I should be doing, so grading will soon be done. I am certainly tired of watching West Virginia massacre my Terps. 37-10 at halftime? My Powder Puff team might be able to give these Terps a run!
Monday, September 11, 2006
I Am Not Alone
Today I was treated to some student poetry. A student I had in class last year shared with me a poem she had written in 9th grade that addresses a subject near and dear to my heart. That's right, ladies and gents, chicken nuggets. Here, without further ado, is an excerpt from said student's poem, "Ode to Chicken Nugget Thursday." I was granted permission to post it here.Ode to Chicken Nugget Thursday
I wake on Monday longing for
The aroma wafting through the door.
Crispy tenders in my sleep,
Counting nuggets as if sheep.
Mounds of comfort on Styrofoam,
Deserving of utensils chrome.
Tuesday comes, two days to go,
My dreary life drags on so slow.
Alas, alas, what do I see?
A nugget oasis in front of me!
So close to me and yet so far,
If served on silver, fit for a zar.
It's Wednesday now and I can't wait,
Nuggets and spuds will soon meet fate.
Oh how my mouth waters all the day long,
I yearn for the sound of the lunch-bell gong.
And as I lay me down to sleep,
Visions of rolls into my head creep.
Woo hoo, hooray, it's Thursday now,
Can't wait to dig in to delicious chow!
I couldn't have written it better myself. And, lucky for me, in my world, chicken nuggets come on Tuesday, and that is tomorrow. I am getting hungry just typing this! I surely hope I can manage it this week. Last week was just awful. Just awful.
Note: the photo above does not do justice to the gustatorial beauty that I experience each week. Our nuggets come with mashed "potatoes" with "gravy" and a "roll." Sometimes, we even get a second "vegetable." No cookie. And get that ketchupy dipping sauce outta here. That is what the "gravy" is for, baby. Also, I go crazy and hit the choco milk. No weak white milk for this cat. No way.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Laborious Weekend
Another perk of the teaching profession: you work a week and a half and--BAM--a three day weekend! The first full week of school has gone well. I seem to have some really great kids, this year. I was suspecting, after the excellent crop of last year, that this year would be less stellar. It appears this is not the case...but, it's early.
Went to the MU football game yesterday. A rousing, though not very exciting, 47-7 win over Murray State (who?). In years past, such an underdog opponent would have either given the Tigers a game of it or beaten them outright, so an expected easy victory is actually encouraging. Monkey and I had a good time. The weather was pretty nice.
I'm off to enjoy the rest of my relaxing three day weekend. I hope you do the same.
One last benefit to the three day weekend (when Monday is the off day): when you get back to school, it's Chicken Nugget Day!
Went to the MU football game yesterday. A rousing, though not very exciting, 47-7 win over Murray State (who?). In years past, such an underdog opponent would have either given the Tigers a game of it or beaten them outright, so an expected easy victory is actually encouraging. Monkey and I had a good time. The weather was pretty nice.
I'm off to enjoy the rest of my relaxing three day weekend. I hope you do the same.
One last benefit to the three day weekend (when Monday is the off day): when you get back to school, it's Chicken Nugget Day!
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
In the Weeds
Sorry that I have been so unbloggery lately. Prepping for tomorrow's impending first-day-of-school-ness has been a daunting task, for some reason. Perhaps the prospective of working with several long-term substitutes (due to the loss of my partner teacher for a couple of months for an operation and chemo treatment in St. Louis) has me a bit flustered and I am overcompensating by trying to plan a lot more in advance than I usually do. Perhaps the fact that this will be my last year at my current school is creeping into my mind and making things harder (shouldn't it make it easier? You know, what are they gonna do, fire me?).
Whatever the reason, I have been out of touch. I apologize. Let this serve only to put me back in touch. I have nothing to report. Only seven more days until the next Chicken Nugget Opportunity! Oh, baby.
Whatever the reason, I have been out of touch. I apologize. Let this serve only to put me back in touch. I have nothing to report. Only seven more days until the next Chicken Nugget Opportunity! Oh, baby.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A Short Story and Favorite Lines
Yes! All is right with the world as Chicken Nugget Day was celebrated in all its unnatural glory. Aunt James stopped by my fourth hour to ask if I was going to indulge. Of course, I said yes.
"Okay, stop by my room and we'll go down together."
I said okay, went to the LARC to pick up a new book (I finished A Million Little Pieces--crap), and stopped by her room. Out she comes with the following, "I don't have any money!" So, guess who bought Aunt James lunch today? Yep, I got played.
But, I got to sit down to some fine fake chicken and potatoes, so I'm not complaining.
Just for fun, some of my favorite movie lines (not word for word on all of them, I'm sure), from a short list of some classics (and some crap). Add your own in the comments section, if you like.
Something Wild
"I'm a closet rebel."
"Attempt to be cool."
Better Off Dead
"What a waste of a perfectly good white boy."
Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid
"I was adjusting your breasts."
--"What does FOC mean?"
--"Well, that's when a man and a woman..."
--"No, F.O.C."
CB4
"You think you're so smart just 'cause you can read."
Hollywood Shuffle
"You want wine on your hoecake?"
Animal House
"Does this thing talk?"
"The question here isn't whether we took a few liberties with our female party guests--we did."
"Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"
"Wait 'til Otis sees us! He loves us!"
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
"My hair."
"We're in a tight spot."
"Oh, George, not the livestock!"
"I'm the damn pater familias."
"And stay out of the Woolsworth!"
Raising Arizona
"It ain't Ozzy and Harriet."
"And this here's the divan, for socializin' and spendin' quality time with the family unit."
The Big Lebowski
"Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man."
"Who the fuck are the Knutsons?"
"You want a toe? I can get you a toe...."
"You're not wrong, Walter, you're just an asshole."
"This is not Nam, Smokey, this is bowling. There are rules."
"Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling."
--"Where you going, Dude?
--"Home, Donny."
--"Phone's ringing, Dude."
--"Thanks, Donny."
Joe Versus the Volcano
"I have no response to that."
"Brain cloud."
"Are you...Joe?"
Jaws
"We're gonna need a bigger boat."
"Smile, you son of a bitch!"
Spinal Tap
"This one goes up to eleven."
--"That's pretty. What's it called?"
--"'Lick my Love Pump'."
Pulp Fiction
"I had to crash that Honda, baby."
"It's American. Our names don't mean shit."
"That's a tasty burger."
"Okay, stop by my room and we'll go down together."
I said okay, went to the LARC to pick up a new book (I finished A Million Little Pieces--crap), and stopped by her room. Out she comes with the following, "I don't have any money!" So, guess who bought Aunt James lunch today? Yep, I got played.
But, I got to sit down to some fine fake chicken and potatoes, so I'm not complaining.
Just for fun, some of my favorite movie lines (not word for word on all of them, I'm sure), from a short list of some classics (and some crap). Add your own in the comments section, if you like.
Something Wild
"I'm a closet rebel."
"Attempt to be cool."
Better Off Dead
"What a waste of a perfectly good white boy."
Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid
"I was adjusting your breasts."
--"What does FOC mean?"
--"Well, that's when a man and a woman..."
--"No, F.O.C."
CB4
"You think you're so smart just 'cause you can read."
Hollywood Shuffle
"You want wine on your hoecake?"
Animal House
"Does this thing talk?"
"The question here isn't whether we took a few liberties with our female party guests--we did."
"Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"
"Wait 'til Otis sees us! He loves us!"
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
"My hair."
"We're in a tight spot."
"Oh, George, not the livestock!"
"I'm the damn pater familias."
"And stay out of the Woolsworth!"
Raising Arizona
"It ain't Ozzy and Harriet."
"And this here's the divan, for socializin' and spendin' quality time with the family unit."
The Big Lebowski
"Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man."
"Who the fuck are the Knutsons?"
"You want a toe? I can get you a toe...."
"You're not wrong, Walter, you're just an asshole."
"This is not Nam, Smokey, this is bowling. There are rules."
"Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling."
--"Where you going, Dude?
--"Home, Donny."
--"Phone's ringing, Dude."
--"Thanks, Donny."
Joe Versus the Volcano
"I have no response to that."
"Brain cloud."
"Are you...Joe?"
Jaws
"We're gonna need a bigger boat."
"Smile, you son of a bitch!"
Spinal Tap
"This one goes up to eleven."
--"That's pretty. What's it called?"
--"'Lick my Love Pump'."
Pulp Fiction
"I had to crash that Honda, baby."
"It's American. Our names don't mean shit."
"That's a tasty burger."
Monday, March 06, 2006
The Wide World of Sports
For sports fans (such as myself), this is the week before the best three weeks in sports. March Madness officially kicks off with Selection Sunday on March 12. This weekend (beginning on Thursday), brings us several major conference men's tournaments. I have a personal interest in the ACC and Big 12 tournaments, but other conference tournaments will be just as entertaining as any. Like Osculator says, March Madness is one of the things that are not stupid (like Sprite and forest land).
In addition, I am intrigued by the World Baseball Classic, which got off to an international start this past weekend. The US team takes on South Africa (who knew they played baseball in South Africa?) Tuesday (that may not be a very competitive game). Some of the best ball players in the world get to face off for their home countries (well, except the several Italian team members who qualify to play for that team because they once ate shrimp fra diablo). As a baseball fan, I am pretty excited about it. I hope it lives up to its expectations.
In an unrelated note, I just want to let everyone know how much I missed the Monkey this past weekend, while she was in Atlanta. She says I never use any blog space to profess my undying love for her. Consider this a profession. (I somehow feel a bit like Tom Cruise, all of a sudden.)
Returning to sports, let me just end this entry with a sad note of disappointment in the Winter Olympics. I remember as a kid really looking forward to the Winter Olympics. Of course, the Miracle on Ice in 1980 was an amazing event. I remember watching Olympic hockey at my buddy Big Red Dog's house, while we drew pictures of battleships and fighter planes, and shot rubber bands at elaborate arrays of plastic toy soldiers (as many eleven-year-old boys do). I also, especially recall the finest Olympics broadcast I remember: the 1984 games in Sarajevo. Every time I think of the devastation that region endured in the 1990s, I think of the quaintly beautiful town that I remember, the snow falling in the night on the medieval Slavic streets. Ironically, much of that devastation was most likely perpetrated by men who, as young boys, drew pictures of battleships and fighter planes, and shot rubber bands at eleborate arrays of toy soldiers. Sure, I have romantic notions of what Sarajevo was. Notions that I am informed of only through twenty-year-old television images. However, my romantic notions are all I have. It's sad, really. At any rate, my point here is that overall, just about everything about the 2006 Turin games broadcast basically sucked. No details are necessary. If you disagree, let me know.
Tomorrow is, of course, Chicken Nugget Day. I couldn't be happier. They better not pull a fast one on me again this week. I just don't know what I'd do. I'd probably eat shitty pizza again, or a cardboard cheeseburger. But, I'd be pissed about it.
In addition, I am intrigued by the World Baseball Classic, which got off to an international start this past weekend. The US team takes on South Africa (who knew they played baseball in South Africa?) Tuesday (that may not be a very competitive game). Some of the best ball players in the world get to face off for their home countries (well, except the several Italian team members who qualify to play for that team because they once ate shrimp fra diablo). As a baseball fan, I am pretty excited about it. I hope it lives up to its expectations.
In an unrelated note, I just want to let everyone know how much I missed the Monkey this past weekend, while she was in Atlanta. She says I never use any blog space to profess my undying love for her. Consider this a profession. (I somehow feel a bit like Tom Cruise, all of a sudden.)
Returning to sports, let me just end this entry with a sad note of disappointment in the Winter Olympics. I remember as a kid really looking forward to the Winter Olympics. Of course, the Miracle on Ice in 1980 was an amazing event. I remember watching Olympic hockey at my buddy Big Red Dog's house, while we drew pictures of battleships and fighter planes, and shot rubber bands at elaborate arrays of plastic toy soldiers (as many eleven-year-old boys do). I also, especially recall the finest Olympics broadcast I remember: the 1984 games in Sarajevo. Every time I think of the devastation that region endured in the 1990s, I think of the quaintly beautiful town that I remember, the snow falling in the night on the medieval Slavic streets. Ironically, much of that devastation was most likely perpetrated by men who, as young boys, drew pictures of battleships and fighter planes, and shot rubber bands at eleborate arrays of toy soldiers. Sure, I have romantic notions of what Sarajevo was. Notions that I am informed of only through twenty-year-old television images. However, my romantic notions are all I have. It's sad, really. At any rate, my point here is that overall, just about everything about the 2006 Turin games broadcast basically sucked. No details are necessary. If you disagree, let me know.
Tomorrow is, of course, Chicken Nugget Day. I couldn't be happier. They better not pull a fast one on me again this week. I just don't know what I'd do. I'd probably eat shitty pizza again, or a cardboard cheeseburger. But, I'd be pissed about it.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
We Got Hosed, Tommy. We Got Hosed.
They did it to me again! It's Tuesday. Everybody familiar with Central Standard knows that today is Chicken Nugget Day in the school cafeteria. It's on the lunch menu. It was in the paper on Sunday. I was ready, two dollars and twenty five cents in hand.
Of course, today was also a play cuts/quiz bowl assembly (at which Coach B did a rousing karaoke of "Sweet Child of Mine" to drum up support for the upcoming Kewpie Idol competition--my man had some moves working today, let me tell you). Classes were thirty minutes each--including lunch. I guess the cafeteria staff decided that thirty minutes was not sufficient time to sling chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes to 2000 kiddos. They're probably right. So, instead of my prized chicken nuggets, I got a crummy piece of French bread pizza (don't get me started on the "cultural invasion" being perpetrated by the French--bread, cuffs...damn!), some corn and some overcooked cauliflower and squash. What a disappointment. Not to mention the fact that I had about fifteen minutes to eat.
And now, after that disappointment, I sit here typing with the godamn bass drone of some yahoo's car stereo as he sits out front of one of the houses around the corner. Monotonous, annoying, and nauseating. A weaker man than I might go put a slug into that freaking stereo.
That's all I got, for now. I hope February was good to everyone. It was quite alright to me.
Update: the bass drone is over. I can think again. Oh, no, wait, it was just the end of one song and the pause before another. I hope his freaking fillings fall out.
Peace, brothers and sisters.
Of course, today was also a play cuts/quiz bowl assembly (at which Coach B did a rousing karaoke of "Sweet Child of Mine" to drum up support for the upcoming Kewpie Idol competition--my man had some moves working today, let me tell you). Classes were thirty minutes each--including lunch. I guess the cafeteria staff decided that thirty minutes was not sufficient time to sling chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes to 2000 kiddos. They're probably right. So, instead of my prized chicken nuggets, I got a crummy piece of French bread pizza (don't get me started on the "cultural invasion" being perpetrated by the French--bread, cuffs...damn!), some corn and some overcooked cauliflower and squash. What a disappointment. Not to mention the fact that I had about fifteen minutes to eat.
And now, after that disappointment, I sit here typing with the godamn bass drone of some yahoo's car stereo as he sits out front of one of the houses around the corner. Monotonous, annoying, and nauseating. A weaker man than I might go put a slug into that freaking stereo.
That's all I got, for now. I hope February was good to everyone. It was quite alright to me.
Update: the bass drone is over. I can think again. Oh, no, wait, it was just the end of one song and the pause before another. I hope his freaking fillings fall out.
Peace, brothers and sisters.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Down Goes Frazier!
Obviously, I have not posted in nine days. The flu hit me on Thursday of last week, and I spent the bulk of this week catching up (physically and otherwise) from my bout o' illness.
Last weekend, even though I was sick, Monkey and I bought a new car! A Honda CRV. It's pretty cool (I only get to drive it on the weekends). It's my first new car, so I was excited as I could get about it, considering the body ache and other accompanying symptoms. We are now back to being a two Honda family. One with 125 K miles on it and one with 250.
I watched the Super Bowl alone on the sofa. Monkey went to a big shin dig at a local joint. She kindly brought me back a couple of t-shirts that she had won and glad tidings from the folks she was with. I didn't get up.
Called in sick Monday and slept all day. Back to work on Tuesday, and by Wednesday, I was feeling much better. I really got tired of soup and toast over the weekend. I was extra happy to consume Tuesday's Chicken Nugget lunch.
The rest of the week has been busy with extra-curricular commitments and such. Last night, the Monkey and I went to see Match Point. It was bad. And long. Which makes it worse. What has happened to Woody Allen? Well, besides all the weirdness of the last ten or fifteen years. I can't even begin to list the problems I had with this movie, since I had so many. The bottom line is, if you want to sit and listen to bad dialogue and watch little or uninteresting plot development for two and a half hours, then be my guest. Otherwise, go rent Take the Money and Run.
It's snowing this morning. It was only supposed to be flurries, but it is a bit more than that. They are apparently getting completely slammed way south of here, and the forecast for you readers on the East Coast is not good. Go buy bread and milk and toilet paper now!
I hope to get back to posting more often, now that I am again a healthy human being. Next time, maybe I'll tell you about Monkey's new avocation as a bagelmonger.
Last weekend, even though I was sick, Monkey and I bought a new car! A Honda CRV. It's pretty cool (I only get to drive it on the weekends). It's my first new car, so I was excited as I could get about it, considering the body ache and other accompanying symptoms. We are now back to being a two Honda family. One with 125 K miles on it and one with 250.
I watched the Super Bowl alone on the sofa. Monkey went to a big shin dig at a local joint. She kindly brought me back a couple of t-shirts that she had won and glad tidings from the folks she was with. I didn't get up.
Called in sick Monday and slept all day. Back to work on Tuesday, and by Wednesday, I was feeling much better. I really got tired of soup and toast over the weekend. I was extra happy to consume Tuesday's Chicken Nugget lunch.
The rest of the week has been busy with extra-curricular commitments and such. Last night, the Monkey and I went to see Match Point. It was bad. And long. Which makes it worse. What has happened to Woody Allen? Well, besides all the weirdness of the last ten or fifteen years. I can't even begin to list the problems I had with this movie, since I had so many. The bottom line is, if you want to sit and listen to bad dialogue and watch little or uninteresting plot development for two and a half hours, then be my guest. Otherwise, go rent Take the Money and Run.
It's snowing this morning. It was only supposed to be flurries, but it is a bit more than that. They are apparently getting completely slammed way south of here, and the forecast for you readers on the East Coast is not good. Go buy bread and milk and toilet paper now!
I hope to get back to posting more often, now that I am again a healthy human being. Next time, maybe I'll tell you about Monkey's new avocation as a bagelmonger.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
School Lunch
Okay. From turkey to chicken. Today is Tuesday, which means that the cafeteria serves chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes and gravy. I look forward to Tuesdays. Every other day of the week, I bring lunch from home. A sandwich, yogurt, a banana. Sometimes leftovers from last night's dinner. But Tuesdays are my day of dietary indulgence. I am addicted to the warm little processed "meat" with the golden, slightly greasy "breading." I know the meat is an otherworldly texture. No chicken has flesh like that. No healthy chicken, anyway. No breading I have ever seen in my life is that faker-than-a-spray-on-tan golden brown. The mashed potatoes and gravy, too. Instant taters, for sure, with the yellowest virtual poultry-based pseudo-gravy imaginable. I know. I am typing this and thinking, "Ugh, how can I eat that?" Two seconds later, I am thinking, "I can't believe I have to wait all week for next Tuesday." I am a sad, sad dude.
Speaking of things that are not high-quality, the San Diego Padres lost to the St. Louis Cardinals in Game 1 of their playoff game. Currently, the Chicago White Sox are opening up a can of whoop-ass on the Boston Red Sox. The Yankees play the LA Angels (of Anaheim in California) later. I am assuredly rooting for the Cards, and I would like to see Boston get back in, so the Cards can stomp them and avenge last year's sweep. But, really, I just love playoff baseball, and without the Orioles (they used to be in the playoffs occasionally), I don't care who wins (as long as it isn't the freaking Yankees).
No fights in school today. I didn't get my adrenaline rush. I got back out on the basketball court, yesterday. I sprained my ankle about six weeks ago and didn't play. I tweaked it a little bit last night, but I made it through with no major re-injury. I will probably play again on Thursday.
I do have about a hundred papers to grade. I take about ten minutes a paper, which doesn't sound like much, until you multiply it by 100. Which is 1000. Which is nearly seventeen hours. So, maybe I should get to work, huh?
Yeah, probably. My goal is to have them graded before the next time I can treat myself (for $2.25) to chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes and gravy.
Speaking of things that are not high-quality, the San Diego Padres lost to the St. Louis Cardinals in Game 1 of their playoff game. Currently, the Chicago White Sox are opening up a can of whoop-ass on the Boston Red Sox. The Yankees play the LA Angels (of Anaheim in California) later. I am assuredly rooting for the Cards, and I would like to see Boston get back in, so the Cards can stomp them and avenge last year's sweep. But, really, I just love playoff baseball, and without the Orioles (they used to be in the playoffs occasionally), I don't care who wins (as long as it isn't the freaking Yankees).
No fights in school today. I didn't get my adrenaline rush. I got back out on the basketball court, yesterday. I sprained my ankle about six weeks ago and didn't play. I tweaked it a little bit last night, but I made it through with no major re-injury. I will probably play again on Thursday.
I do have about a hundred papers to grade. I take about ten minutes a paper, which doesn't sound like much, until you multiply it by 100. Which is 1000. Which is nearly seventeen hours. So, maybe I should get to work, huh?
Yeah, probably. My goal is to have them graded before the next time I can treat myself (for $2.25) to chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes and gravy.
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