Sunday, September 21, 2003
 

Ah, student papers.

Yup. Papers.

Okay, so I shouldn't complain. They're of much higher quality than the papers I'd be getting at non-top-twenty universities, I realize. I should be counting my blessings. And really, they aren't horrid. I can see a class workshop in the near future concerning appropriate MLA in-text citation, but that shouldn't be a big deal. Oddly, colloquial language is turning out to be a problem. I hadn't expected that. Thank goodness for the Bedford Handbook; I just refer 'em to the appropriate section, and they're in charge of figuring out their mistakes from there (studies show that the most effective way to teach students to rectify their errors-- and not to make them again-- is to have them track down the solutions for themselves, rather than the teacher telling them how to fix them).

I still have a healthy number of papers to go before I can hit the sack. And, of course, it's pouring rain. It never fails: even in college, a sure sign that I'd have to be up all night was rain. If it's raining, you can be sure that Elvisette isn't sleeping. This is because the universe knows that I absolutely adore going to sleep to the sounds of rain. I even like waking up in the night and hearing rain. I do not appreciate the "privilege" of staying up all night in order to hear the rain.

In other news, I drink entirely too many soft drinks. Osteoporosis in a can, baby. I could save a lot of money (perhaps even enough to pay my library fines) if I'd just drink water all the time.

Moving on to my next random point ("transitions," my brain screams at me. "Remember you transitions!" I've been grading papers all day, can ya tell?): Alice has grown a good deal since I got her. At first, she mostly just gained weight (though she remains slender), since she was underfed. She's been long all along, but now she's even longer. Her actual body is very long, and she's also got long legs. My cat, the supermodel. Of course. Not to be confused with her mother, the hobbit. Long and lean versus short and rounded. Life isn't fair.

Thus I conclude.

Elvisette philosophized at 11:22 PM