Arrrgh! I typed up my whole morning saga, hit post, and was taken to the login screen. Curse you, Internets!

Someone entertaaaaaaaaaain me.

I got an e-mail from one of my tutees last night. She sent me her preliminary research proposal to take a look at. Her intended audience for her paper? "Women of all backgrounds and misogynists." I love these students!

Ugh, that's frustrating, Emily.

"Women of all backgrounds and misogynists."

Hee!

That is entertaining!

Poor Emily.

Oh, fuck. My tutor buddy is going to withdraw from the class. We were the only group of two, so I have no idea what's going to happen with me, and if the prof will place me in another group--giving some group four people, which is actually a little much, considering how much we have to do for each other.

And I liked working with him. I understand why he's withdrawing, but it's gonna really screw me over. And my prof for this class is already unhappy with me (told me the other day that my grade is going down due to "excessive absences"...which, ok, I get, but um, this has actually been a *good* semester for me, so that's a bit frustrating). I know she can't get more unhappy with *me* because of this, but it means she's going to have to work more closely with me, and that might be a little awkward.

I didn't mean entertain me by making your life a soap opera, vw! Put it back! Put it back!

Put it back! Put it back!

No doubt. Didn't mean for it to be your bit of entertainment. It's just that he just IMed me to tell me.

I know she can't get more unhappy with *me* because of this, but it means she's going to have to work more closely with me, and that might be a little awkward.

Then again, she'll get a closer view of how much work you put in and how little those absences mean in the course of the whole semester.

Whoever has my motivation, please return it to my coffee cup where it belongs. I have lectures to prepare!

Whoever has my motivation, please return it to my coffee cup where it belongs.

I lost my motivation when a guy from the National Museum called to tell me I'm not allowed to do my job until I prove to him I'm qualified to do my job. I learned how to do my job BY DOING MY JOB FUCKO.

Right, so the cat woke me up at 5 AM by scratching at the door. I found out I'd shut her away from her food and litter, so I fixed it. Then I went back to bed and saw something on the other side of the bed. Convinced that there was either catshit or a dead mouse on the other pillow (although I didn't smell anything), I hauled my ass out of bed again. It turned out to be only a bookmark, but by then it took me about 20 minutes to get back to sleep. Especially because she started scratching at the door again. Eventually just let her out so I could get some sleep!

vw, is there anyone at the school that can talk to your professor about your health issues? I understand absences being a problem, but there is slacking off and then there's legitimate health issues that you shouldn't be punished for.