Cardboard aversion
After class tonight, I went over to Michele's to pick up leftover food. Anybody need six pounds of baby carrots? Yes, I definitely bought TOO MUCH FOOD for MEGA-p, but I'm still quite pleased that nearly all jello shots disappeared.
She gave me boxes. Because she always has just what I need.
This means of course that I have to pack. Because I'm leaving. In less than two weeks.
I know when I'm there, I'll be happy to be there. But now, I'm here, and inertia is playing a significant role in my life now. That and a really messed-up sleep schedule. And lots of stuff to do - like the stack of 60 essays on my table which have been there for a month begging to be scored and commented on. Almost every day my obnoxious student asks for it back, and I say, "Not today." But Wednesday, I must. I'm too nice - I agreed to meet with each of the 29 students individually about their essays, and that's way too much time. Blah. Well, at least they're an appreciative group. I'm getting too comfortable with them, I fear - trying not to be inappropriate, but I was provoked into a short anti-Ben Affleck diatribe. I hate him worse than cardboard, worse than packing. Not him of course - he's probably a really nice guy and he would have come to MEGA-p if I'd invited him. No, I hate the obsession with him, with them all. Good grief - let them act and sing and live and stop bombarding me with stupid gossip for which I simply DO NOT CARE!! It's not as though I have any channels on TV besides PBS and some Korean channel, and I don't listen to radio stations in English except NPR. But just standing in line at the grocery store gives me MORE than my share of celebrity "news" - and I don't know how to make it stop! OK, I do care - just a little - that Angelina adopted another baby. I think she's da bomb and I love that she does these things. She most DEFINITELY would have come to MEGA-p if I'd invited her, though she might not have since I wasn't encouraging kids.
She gave me boxes. Because she always has just what I need.
This means of course that I have to pack. Because I'm leaving. In less than two weeks.
I know when I'm there, I'll be happy to be there. But now, I'm here, and inertia is playing a significant role in my life now. That and a really messed-up sleep schedule. And lots of stuff to do - like the stack of 60 essays on my table which have been there for a month begging to be scored and commented on. Almost every day my obnoxious student asks for it back, and I say, "Not today." But Wednesday, I must. I'm too nice - I agreed to meet with each of the 29 students individually about their essays, and that's way too much time. Blah. Well, at least they're an appreciative group. I'm getting too comfortable with them, I fear - trying not to be inappropriate, but I was provoked into a short anti-Ben Affleck diatribe. I hate him worse than cardboard, worse than packing. Not him of course - he's probably a really nice guy and he would have come to MEGA-p if I'd invited him. No, I hate the obsession with him, with them all. Good grief - let them act and sing and live and stop bombarding me with stupid gossip for which I simply DO NOT CARE!! It's not as though I have any channels on TV besides PBS and some Korean channel, and I don't listen to radio stations in English except NPR. But just standing in line at the grocery store gives me MORE than my share of celebrity "news" - and I don't know how to make it stop! OK, I do care - just a little - that Angelina adopted another baby. I think she's da bomb and I love that she does these things. She most DEFINITELY would have come to MEGA-p if I'd invited her, though she might not have since I wasn't encouraging kids.
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