My DH called on the way to dinner with a bunch of pilots. I won't be seeing him any time soon. So, leftovers tonight, steaks tomorrow.
Emily, I'm sorry that the job is doing this to you.
Willow ,'Get It Done'
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My DH called on the way to dinner with a bunch of pilots. I won't be seeing him any time soon. So, leftovers tonight, steaks tomorrow.
Emily, I'm sorry that the job is doing this to you.
Emily, read the first sentence and the last sentence. If they suck, give 'em a D. If they don't, read the rest.
I would be a HORRIBLE teacher.
Emily, read the first sentence and the last sentence. If they suck, give 'em a D. If they don't, read the rest.
Psst. Emily teaches math!
I'm sorry it's been such a sucktastic year, Emily.
There's nothing on I want to watch, with TAR delayed. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition is bound to leave me in tears, and I'm so not in the mood for weepy.
Read the first story problem and the last story problem and skip in between?
Or, just grade for the answers. Tell them they need to make the argument if they want credit for their work?
Psst. Emily teaches math!
Gah. Have a drink, Emily. I have some Amaretto if you'd like to share.
SFO's not so much with the efficient. Or are you in Oakland?
I was in SFO. Wow. That was unbelievable.
Now I'm in a grogeous painted lady with one of my fellow presenters (who is a doll). We've planned it all out, and it looks good. I'm happy I'm not carrying the whole 90 minutes on my own. Going to seek food and hotel shortly.
Home from Seattle and now I miss my peeps. A lot.
But I picked up Kittenish from the cattery, unpacked and am now flopped on the couch verging on comatose. Well, luggage unpacked. There are still some things in the car. Like candles cause I picked up a few.
And Cass went the same color as my pants, which just makes it funnier.That conversation never happened. Never. Ever.
I don't acknowledge vermilion. Like a life without clicky fire, doesn't exist.
Really I'm just deciding whether or not to give them any credit if they got absolutely everything wrong, and all their graphs look the same. It's about 30 seconds per page -- there are just so many of them, and they're so, so wrong.
Anyway, I'm off to go do it with company. Later!
Oh Emily, I'm so sorry. How frustrating.
Good luck getting everything done, Emily! You will get through this year.