What's been going on...
Alright, catch-up time on my postings
Here's what's been going on with me these past weeks, and also - at the end - a CONTEST!
Self-absorption first:
(1) Saw F-------e M-----r get Knighted by the French Government in a ceremony on campus Monday. There were fewer swords than I imagined, but she did get a really cool medal (which apparently has an accompanying tack-pin for daily wear)
(shiny, isn't it?)
Anyway, her new title is Dame F-------e, which I find fairly hilarious. I'm thinking of addressing all future emails to her like that. In any case I have decided that I would like to be knighted, and I know that Doctorice is with me on this.
(2) I have been writing recommendations for my preceptees like a crazy person. I don't have any clue why we only have a week to get through all of these and somehow write letters of recommendations to the dean about how wonderful these kids are and how much they deserve honors, but I'm getting pretty burnt out.
(3) because this was the week that I was supposed to be working on my proposal - sigh.
(4) So next week is the week that I will be working on my proposal. And I really have to get it done this time too because I promised WXYZ, V----r, and B-----t taht I would have it to them by the 17th. PANIC.
(5) I'm going to the doctor today because I get so loopy. I'm hoping that they don't tell me I have an insulinoma or little tiny seizures (my current paranoias). I DO hope that they tell me I have hypothyroidism, because that would go a long way towards explaining the confusing quirks of the KT. I'll let you know if it's something tragic or anything.
OK, got all of that out and now? ON TO THE CONTEST!
(11x44)+(22x3)=506 pages of suck
Mostly done with the grading. Now that my bitterness has shifted into totally unhealthy laughter, I am proposing a contest.
(1) bottle of wine (chosen by someone with taste in wine - i.e. not me) to wash away the trauma for the person who posts the most horrifying sentence from a student paper.
That's right folks, belly up, open up those old files and drag out a winner.
Here are the rules:
- No fabrication - this must be a direct quote.
- No names (obviously)
- No more than 2 sentences (we're looking for concentrated evil here)
- Feel free to give, however, an overall gestalt of the paper and context for this horrifying quote.
- Post as many as you want.
Since we don't keep copies of papers (usually), I'll have everyone work on the honor system here - no embellishing for added crappiness.
I will choose the winner sometime at the end of next week.
Good luck!
Here's what's been going on with me these past weeks, and also - at the end - a CONTEST!
Self-absorption first:
(1) Saw F-------e M-----r get Knighted by the French Government in a ceremony on campus Monday. There were fewer swords than I imagined, but she did get a really cool medal (which apparently has an accompanying tack-pin for daily wear)
(shiny, isn't it?)
Anyway, her new title is Dame F-------e, which I find fairly hilarious. I'm thinking of addressing all future emails to her like that. In any case I have decided that I would like to be knighted, and I know that Doctorice is with me on this.
(2) I have been writing recommendations for my preceptees like a crazy person. I don't have any clue why we only have a week to get through all of these and somehow write letters of recommendations to the dean about how wonderful these kids are and how much they deserve honors, but I'm getting pretty burnt out.
(3) because this was the week that I was supposed to be working on my proposal - sigh.
(4) So next week is the week that I will be working on my proposal. And I really have to get it done this time too because I promised WXYZ, V----r, and B-----t taht I would have it to them by the 17th. PANIC.
(5) I'm going to the doctor today because I get so loopy. I'm hoping that they don't tell me I have an insulinoma or little tiny seizures (my current paranoias). I DO hope that they tell me I have hypothyroidism, because that would go a long way towards explaining the confusing quirks of the KT. I'll let you know if it's something tragic or anything.
OK, got all of that out and now? ON TO THE CONTEST!
(11x44)+(22x3)=506 pages of suck
Mostly done with the grading. Now that my bitterness has shifted into totally unhealthy laughter, I am proposing a contest.
(1) bottle of wine (chosen by someone with taste in wine - i.e. not me) to wash away the trauma for the person who posts the most horrifying sentence from a student paper.
That's right folks, belly up, open up those old files and drag out a winner.
Here are the rules:
- No fabrication - this must be a direct quote.
- No names (obviously)
- No more than 2 sentences (we're looking for concentrated evil here)
- Feel free to give, however, an overall gestalt of the paper and context for this horrifying quote.
- Post as many as you want.
Since we don't keep copies of papers (usually), I'll have everyone work on the honor system here - no embellishing for added crappiness.
I will choose the winner sometime at the end of next week.
Good luck!
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