Monday, September 29, 2008

Look who's back in town

After spending a few days out of town, I'm back at school and back on the Internet -- not that I contribute much to raising the intellectual bar in cyberspace. Since I've been gone, though, my grading has stacked up. Now I've got to get caught up.

It never ends.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Tiredness

I read an article about remedial classes at the college level. I was really angry as a result. I ripped the story out of the newspaper so that I could blog about it at the first opportunity.

That would be now.

Sadly, I can't muster the energy to pick the thing up out of my book bag.

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

Saturday Shakespeare

He hath indeed better bettered expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.

Much Ado About Nothing 1.1.12-13

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The day goes on

School is over for the day, but I'm still, like most teachers, doing school stuff. Specifically, I'm getting my materials ready and going over the lesson plan for a night class I teach. The campus is some distance from both home and school, but I enjoy the older (mostly nontraditional) students. The extra money is nice too. I miss The Woman though on these long evenings. I miss Chaos and Mayhem too. They'll be at the school where she teaches, wrapped up in more lesson plans, materials, and the kids' homework.

Teaching school is a lifestyle choice. I'm convinced of it.

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Sunday, September 07, 2008

Saturday Shakespeare

O, how full of briars is this working-day world!

As You Like It 1.3.9

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Monday, September 01, 2008

Just read

I must be on a Pratchett kick. Having wrapped up The Hogfather, I’ve now finished off Pratchett’s 1991 Reaper Man. This time, instead of filling in for the Hogfather, Death gets fired and ends up working as a farm hand. He’s a little odd, but quite good with the harvesting. Like The Hogfather, Reaper Man is another romp (a Pratchett specialty), this time through Western ideas about death. Death himself is, as always, droll, compassionate in his own way, and sweetly vulnerable.

Read it already.

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