LJ hates me. Netflix apparently has decided to flounce off the internets, just when I need to obsess over whether I'm getting new Deadwood or not. Skool does not so much hate me, as it appears incapable of answering my perfectly reasonable "why the fuck are you charging me twice as much as I should be paying?" email.
Why was it that I liked these internets, again?
Teacher types, let me know what you think --
On Friday, the students and I had a hellish travel experience, and the students were terrific. I said I would take them to Six Flags to reward them. Then, a bunch of shit started happening, all of which was careless, and could have been avoided, culminating in a student telling me at 11PM that she wouldn't have her assignment in by 9AM as had been required for a week (which she knew when we left on Friday, and just mentioned it). then, this morning, only ONE student got their assignment in on time, and 4 of them were over 15 minutes late to class.
At this point, I feel like rescinding the trip, but it would also punish those who did what they were supposed to do. OTOH, I hate for them to think that they can get away with this shit.
Thoughts?
Well damn. Now it hates me too. I blame you, Lee. It knows I'm associating with you.
My computer jinx is strong and unavoidable.
My computer jinx is strong and unavoidable.
Quick, someone hide the server! I can't survive if the b.org goes down too!
Burrell, we have an eye appointment tomorrow (expect it to be half a day long I was told) and she said to tell the staff that Noah needs to be put in a room immediately to avoid other germy kids. AND that I need to tell Dr. K to wash his hands since he has a rep for not. I am hard pressed to imagine doing either thing.
Yeah, asking to be put in a room is one thing, but it *is* hard to tell a Dr to his face that he's a germ factory.
Noah loves tummy time. He is learning that he likes the mirror, little narcissist.
I heard of Norman Borlaug through the West Wing, too. I wonder what else I learned from that show and never realized.
little narcissist
All babies are, IJS. At least a few of them grow out of it, thank goodness.