I'm back! I had to endure the plague for a night and a morning, but I think I'm going to make it. According to B. the "pigeon must not have been cooked properly." A reference to the Chinese take-out that almost sent me to my grave. I knew I shoud've come home and cooked the very healthy tilapia. That cosmic bite in the ass will have me reeling for some time and totally avoiding chicken lo mein.
In happier news, I'm tickled to report that my students aren't completely lost causes. In fact, they're turning into "real college students," as I often refer to those responsible, driven few that make a college class worth teaching.
At the beginning of the semester, my 8am class was a group of problem children. They were late, they talked *all* the time, they got horrrrrrible, vile, deplorable grades (think 35s). But, somehow, throughout the course of the semester they've turned into real students. They study, they don't talk out of turn (as much), and they're generally and all-around likable class. Getting up at 6:00 still sucks, but teaching at 8:00 is perfectly pleasant.
My night class is another story. They get to have a "come to Jesus" with Ms. Andi tonight. They're gonna hate it.
I have serious things to post about, lovelies, but I have a stack o'papers to grade. This real job thing really cuts into my playtime.
In the near future you can expect ruminations on:
1. My proclivity for the non-traditional.
2. Pnin, by Vladimir Nabokov.
3. My shoddy--but upwardly mobile--relationship with libraries.
4. My upcoming birthday (Saturday, Nov. 10th) and the tendency for birthdays to lose their luster as one approaches 30.