So glad new mom DIL had a great second week after a very stressful and anxious delivery/first week. S is a terrific dad! New granddaughter is AMAZING!
Guess what? It’s 2018. It’s totally unacceptable to sit at my kitchen table and talk about “loose women” and “controlling your wife”. And no, you can’t use your age as an excuse. Your biases and misogynistic ideas are disgusting.
I love you car pool moms and dads–you take the Monday out of my Monday! ( And if it snows tonight, I love you even more!)
If a student emails you with a question about the test and adds a website (supposedly) with experts supporting her view, I can’t say I’m impressed by your ranting about how your diploma on the wall makes you an expert so who is she to question you - esp when you add that you didn’t even look at the website to see what it said.
Continuing on to rant about there being no reason students should even try to be straight A students because you weren’t and your friend was and you both ended up teaching meaning there’s no difference sure didn’t make my mind feel better.
Then seeing how much support you had from the others in your department… I’m surprised you didn’t see my jaw hit the floor.
I’m glad it’s not my department, but I’m getting a sense as to why our statistically average high school falls below the national and state average when it comes to various English scores on state/national tests.
FWIW, I’d have expected to hear something like, “I checked the website out and discussed X with the student,” followed by “I learned something new,” or “I was able to show her where her thinking was off.” And honestly? I’m impressed by students who take charge of their grades - who go that extra mile to try to get everything right or figure out what they did wrong. If more of that type - you know - the straight A type - ended up teaching (or in any job!), our world is probably far better off. It sure beats the thought of “it’s just a grade - who cares if it was graded exactly correct or not.”
I’m so glad my kids are out of the school now and it reaffirms why I opted to homeschool the latter grades. It also might explain why my youngest lad who returned for high school had to take an additional English course at his college. Way too much trust on my part.
I don’t think I’ll ever opt to eat lunch with your department again… even if the PSAT throws me into your lunch period. I’ll stay more sane if I just play with my phone if there aren’t any other options.
The soloist in church yesterday sang one of your favorite songs, Mother. It made me cry. I wish I had been a better daughter and I wish you were still around so I could apologize.
It’s been three months since I’ve had a drink. I’m glad I stopped; looking back, I was consuming way too much alcohol each week.
One rejection, 9 to go…
Note to self: when leaving the house for 8 days, give the mice a reprieve and put away the traps so one doesn’t die on you (probably the first day) and decompose for a week.
Now to wash all of the clothes in my bedroom to get the smell out of the way.
And refrain from killing husband who was home all week but didn’t check the traps in my room.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars spent on fancy programs and recruitment and ads. Yet, when I have an actual enrolled student who has a real problem, there is no counselor around. Take a number, kid. Come back Thursday, kid. Yeah, it would take five minutes to sign your form, but you’ll have to take another day off work, because I’ve got meetings, kid, important stuff to do. Gotta be someplace. Here’s a novel idea–how about we just help the students who are here, instead of focusing so much on having meetings? How about we ditch the $100,000 software designed to keep students on track and instead, just, you know, talk to students and keep them on track. I am so, so, so very tired of how much taxpayer money is blown out the window to help administrators feel important and pad their resumes. CC education increasingly feels like the colossal hoodwinking of the middle class. I have never, ever seen such inefficiencies and incompetence in any industry.
it sucks that the school likes you but can’t accept you because of funding…
Please call me to set that appt. I am waiting on you new doctor’s office.
I’m sad that no one remembers you. But I still do. RIP MFW.
If you look in the dictionary under “rock star,” you’ll see that the definition is Dave Grohl. Just had to say it.
Oh my, why am I on your mailing list? This catalog contains the most truly hideous clothing I’ve seen in one place at one time. Think…Stevie Nicks of 80’s Fleetwood Mac, meets what the best dressed steampunk Wiccan is wearing to the Renaissance Pleasure Faire. And to top it all off…as I am paging, with increasing horror and wonder, at the clothing and shoes…low and behold… there is a double page insert…right in the middle…which displays all the ‘personal pleasure devices’ …which can also be purchased thru you.
I can’t fathom which previous purchase I could have made that resulted in some AI system matching me to this catalog.
Sigh. Our favorite assistant is going house shopping down South. 
What are we going to do?!!
I should be happy that I’m a beneficiary of it, but “white privilege” is pervasive and unfair. Yesterday I accidentally put myself in a position where it could have been reasonably interpreted that I was stealing something I’d previously paid for. When I explained the situation I was told: “No problem, you’re honest, don’t worry about it”, but I’m very sure the response would have been different if I were black or brown.
You guys are making Comcast look like an upstanding company.
Dear Woodpecker, please find another house to knock on before my spouse actually makes good on the suggestion of finding a BB gun to take care of you. I love birds. But you are driving us insane. And the kiddos love animals so it’s going to be a showdown, you, us or the BB Gun. Take your pick. And why are you knocking on 3 separate places. Gosh you are so pretty please go and knock on a tree or something.
Not crazy about the Holidays. There, I said it. They seem to come around quicker every year and I’m just not feeling it. My local Target had Halloween decorations out on Labor Day Weekend. And I cannot bring myself to look at the CC Holiday thread…
Please give her a break. First a cut that required an urgent care visit then her phone falls in water and dies (never had that happen, not a clumsy person) and now a dress she ordered was delivered while she was out of town and is nowhere to be found. As a grad student paying for a new phone is painful and she loved the dress (fingers crossed it turns up). She is feeling very snakebit.