The professor that I'm TAing for sent me an email a few days ago, asking if I could help grade the midterm, which will be tomorrow. He said that he understood if I wouldn't have time, but if I couldn't, then could I at least proctor the exam? He said that he could leave the copies of the exam with the department secretary.

I replied that I was still kind of behind on grading homeworks from when I was sick, so I didn't think I would have time to grade the midterms also, but that I'd proctor the exam. He didn't reply to that message. Also, as of 5 PM today, he had not left the exams with the secretary. I sent him another email tonight, asking what was going on. No response yet.

The exam is at 8 tomorrow morning. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.

Fuckity. The A's lost.

OTOH, we saw a flash of Suzi in the crowd, and moments later the phone rang -- Emmett, calling from his mom's house, to say, "Hey, that was Suzi! Did you see her?" Clearly, the Name-That-Cool-Grownup flash cards are working.

Fuckity. The A's lost.

Awww...you say that like it's a bad thing....

runs away to Tiger Den

Will someone come put away all my clothes for me?

They're clean, I promise.

ha - no one puts away my clothes. Wash ,dry ,fold, I do it. put away - it takes a great will or way too much chaos.

the other two chores I hate with the same passion are

vaccuuming ( which I have no idea if I spell right , or care if I do)

and

shredding paper

Just set my alarm clock for 7. I figure I'll get up in time to get to the office, check my mailbox for the exams, and if they're not there, stop by the classroom to see what's going on.

I will, however, be seriously pissed if it turns out that he didn't need me to proctor the exam, and I got up an hour and a half early for nothing.

Awww...you say that like it's a bad thing....

Well, I don't begrudge the Tigers. They're playing much better baseball. 13 strikeouts tonight, 4 double plays yesterday. Even if the A's were playing flawless baseball (and they're not), I don't know if they'd be winning these games. They look overmatched. Milton's the only player that's turning around those superheated fastballs from the Detroit pitchers.

I don't shred, DH does, bless him. But I'm with you on loathing vacuuming. I'll run a carpet flick, I'll clean the rug with a rubber rake. Just don't make me haul out the noisy, heavy, clunky monster.

I even bought a new one last year. The shiny wore off and what was underneath was just a vacuum.

OTOH, we saw a flash of Suzi in the crowd, and moments later the phone rang -- Emmett, calling from his mom's house, to say, "Hey, that was Suzi! Did you see her?" Clearly, the Name-That-Cool-Grownup flash cards are working.

Very cool.

What a sucky game. What a sucky baseball day...the whole Cory Lidle thing just put a pall over the whole afternoon/evening. He was CJ's favorite when Lidle played for us (the same name thing is big for little kids).

The flag experience - WOW. VERY COOL. I'll have to write that up with pictures later. I'm SO TIRED. Sad, but SO TIRED. Hopefully my spunky attitude will return tomorrow - just game 2 out of 7, it is not over yet (though David makes VERY good points about how each team has been playing).

Enough baseball.

So, ummmmm, what else is going on?

I ran out of hangers long before I ran out of clean clothes.

Oh well.