Wednesday, January 28, 2004
 

I think I'm going to update, then I realize that would take energy, so I don't.

Let's see. My students had no pulse today, which I always take personally. It's so hard to tell whether they're collectively undermotivated (or collectivelly overextended; I think rush stuff is going on now) or I'm just boring the living daylights out of them (or perhaps it's Roth's fault). I think I've got the slackers this time, overall. For instance: One guy has been late to class every day. So Monday, after class, feeling like a fourth-grade teacher, I call him up front and ask sweetly if he's coming from somewhere far off and is late because of that, because I won't count tardies, in that situation. He said no. So I figure I've gotten the message across: I know he's late, and I think he has no excuse. And then he's 10 minutes late today. This is an eleven o'clock class. What's the problem? I don't want to be the mean teacher, but really, folks . . .

In other exciting news from my thrilling life, Diet Coke with Lime rules.

In exciting news from someone else's life (close enough), a friend of mine got a tattoo yesterday. Now, while I'm not the tattooing type myself, the point of this story is that I can't handle deciding anything more complicated than the nightly question of whether or not to bother brushing my teeth. I feel lame. Not because I don't have a tattoo, but because my life is stagnent, and I make it that way.

Time to lighten up before this downward spiral of self-pity continues.

Let's see. Last night, I saw an SVU rerun that I hadn't seen before. My class for tomorrow is cancelled. It's as cold as all get out, and I'm out of blankets to put on my bed, and my new flannel sheets still haven't arrived. My body temp in the mornings is consistently 96.7, which probably explains why I stay chilly. I do love the weight of a pile of blankets, though. It's the ultimate safe and secure feeling.

Go read this Boondocks and this one.

Elvisette philosophized at 4:59 PM