In the spirit of further procrastination, am checking off science vocabulary sheets. They're supposed to illustrate the word. One of my favorite students (strange, extremely hard-working kid) illustrated element ("a substance in which all the atoms are alike and which can't be broken," he says, which I think means he didn't read the whold sentence) with a rectangle labeled "Gold" which is saying, "You'll never break me!"

This is up there with "A History of Pie" in my favorites.

Oh my God, people, how much cereal are you going to force me to commit here? Right now I'm staring at the grading pile and summoning up the fortitude to discover why the physical science vocab sheet has a picture of a turtle on it. And... something that looks like a steam-powered pig.

Okay, false alarm. The livestock were legitimate.

Back to Mr. "You'll never break me!" The following dialogue accompanies his illustration of "odor":

Farts

"ahhhh too stinky! Gonna faint!"

"Get perfume!"

and this that of "luster":

"Ahhhh! I'm blinded! Ahhhh"

Oh dear. Another young gentleman's definition of "odor" has people standing in line, with another person telling them to "get in odor."

That's hysterical, Emily, but I don't know whether to laugh or cry on the last bit.

And, apparently Tom Scola and I were born around the same time, because we share a #1 song!

Emily -- omg! Too funny.

I finally met Robin! She's lovely in every way. Not that that surprises anyone, I'm certain. She also has a very affectionate kitty.

ETA: Oh Emily, I'm so sorry. You can do it!

Emily, what grade do you teach?

Yay! Another poster!

I'm checking off some graphing work. One kid, given the coordinates to graph what ends up being a cat's face (more or less), instead graphed a fist which, before he erased it, had its middle finger sticking out.

But he did make it look like he'd carefully considered the points necessary to plot it, so I'm tempted to give him points for it.

ETA: Did you all just get home from your much-more-interesting lives? Eighth, Cindy.

I just got home from visiting Robin. I'm now sipping iced coffee and shooting dark looks at my taxes. In terms of "more interesting lives," I really have no leg to stand on considering I spent five days straight doing nothing but grading all day and all night last week.

Buff-Diving provides for many moments of "Huh, I wonder what we were talking about?" and at least a couple of "Huh, I wonder what I was talking about?" but none more so, at least at the moment, than this:

Emily: You know, if anyone's gonna make money off the fact that people make jokes about my weight and my blow-job technique? I get some of it. I don't think it's that much to ask.

What the... what?

HA! I ran into that quote the other day and had the same reaction. I was going to ask you about it, but I guess there's no point now, hmm?