At my undergrad school, I heard a lot of stories about professors who were pressured to give athletes passing grades, even when they didn't show up to class. (I also heard one story about an athlete who worked really hard at a class and just earned a C-, which was the minimum required to go onto the next higher level. The coach asked the professor to give the kid a D+, because he didn't want the kid to be spending so much time on math the next semester, and it would be better for him to just retake the same class than to go onto the next level.)
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Bitches needing an escape. this one is beautiful. But you need sound to make it complete.
Sorry, this one is mostly for girls.
Bitches needing an escape. this one is beautiful. But you need sound to make it complete.
OMG, now I totally need Brawny Man Slash.
They are kids, and regardless of how fanatical people are about the team, that fact doesn't change. The colleges where my dad coached (one of which was involved in a recruiting scandal a while back and has only recovered in the past 5 or 6 years) players and coaches are under a huge amount of pressure with very little compensation (actually that's less true for upper level coaches, but then, their jobs are incredibly unstable). I feel very protective of college atheletes, high school ones too truth be told.
ETA- Heather, being all caught up in her pet issues, completely forgot to say, "Go Annabel!" and (((sj))).
OMG, now I totally need Brawny Man Slash.
BRAWNYMAN+MRCLEAN4EVA!
Can it be nap time now?
Is the new Brawny man cheating on the old Brawny man? Cuz I thought their love was so pure.
Bathroom is clean. Study is clean. I am going to sign off now so that I can find someone to cry on the phone with while I try to tackle the kitchen in the near dark. My cellphone refuses to get a signal in my apartment.
"Hi, hon. Please throw out the garbage and fix the lights."
Make it worth his while. wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
Aw, have a good cry. Then a lovely evening. {{{sj}}}
So, on June 28, I sent the Connecticut place my writing exercises, and they said they'd get back to me in 1-2 weeks.
It's been two weeks, so I was waiting for some sort of response. As none came, I called and left a message to the effect that as it had been two weeks, I was just wondering about my status.
Promptly, as usual, I got an e-mail response:
Thank you for your voicemail message of today, July 12. On June 28, I emailed the following communication to you.
The communication being the one informing me I would hear back in 1-2 weeks. It's been two weeks. Gah.