So pretty, sara!

Last night, I kept not being able to change the time on my watch and having to scroll through all 31 days of the year on the date thingy.

I hate my paper. FYI.

Capitalism is over-rated, I suppose. But there's all these other things I'm supposed to want that seem to be associated with capitalism.

And really, what I want is a job I enjoy and enough time left over to do some writing and do some traveling. I don't even need more money than I make now.

And yet I find myself being shoved uphill into management. It's totally the Peter Principle in action, I swear.

Ack! Discovered blue mold on the crust of my bread after I'd eaten a slice and a half of it! Oh well, at least I probably won't catch any bugs today.

April Fool's last gasp at me was not realizing it was an hour later than I thought when I woke up this morning. But, silver lining-wise, I ended up having a quickie with a local pal and then seeing a fun production of Saucy Jack and the Space Vixens this afternoon.

When he says, "So what was the main principle you wanted them to take away? What would you do differently next time?" I know they're important questions, but I keep feeling like there's a right answer and I don't know it, and I want to say, "Just tell me what I did wrong already!"

Ooh, that's so irksome!

Heh. That's how I teach. Most of the time the students really can come up with an appropriate answer, they just don't realize that they can. And on the practical side, I lose my voice if I try to lecture.

Shoulder pain kept me awake until almost 6am and the alarm was set for 7. I think I want to nap now.

I graded papers for awhile. Still not done, but I think they're just not going to get done by tomorrow.

I'm trying to decide what to have for dinner. My plan was to make this tofu and watercress dish that's really good and fairly simple, but it also takes a long while (marinating and rice-cooking.) Maybe I'll save that for tomorrow, and have a salad and a sandwich or something tonight.

Tom is test driving a hot cross bun recipe to see if it would work to bring for Easter dinner, and also toasting up/grinding spices for the carribean spiced brick-grilled butterflied chicken. It smells so good... I want to be finished with my work!

Only a couple sentences to go, to finish the 2nd page...

OK, it was one more sentence and now I am knocking off for the night!!

(of course, I still have a shitload of work to do on this paper, but I have another week)

Theo - I did make out in time. And I have had a lovely day.

Franken, Franken, Franken, sigh I am choosing to pity your wrongheadedness instead of taking stronger action. While The McWaringles are very nice and funny, and a pleasure to spend time with, let's not be silly over-exaggerate those qualities.

There now, don't we all feel better?

Oh, and look, I have a lovely post #, because TPTB agree with me.

aurelia, for me it's more about when the teacher has information you don't have, and which could be useful. In Emily's case, it sounded like, "What do you, as a more experienced teacher, think I could have done better?" In mine, we were working on an interview protocol, and kept asking the prof if he thought what were doing would work in the field, and he literally wouldn't tell us. And it turned out the answer was no, it wouldn't really work. I feel like it would have been OK, pedagogically, for us to have known that ahead of time, since I'm sure it was glaringly obvious to the prof.

Oh, and Consuela, can't you refuse to be pushed up the ladder? You'd think people would be happy to keep people in jobs they are good at. Stupid Peter Principle.