So I am the middle of writing the S1 final exam for my 9th grade class. I always try to put some image relevant to one of the texts we've read on the title page, so I'd grabbed a picture of an ancient vase depicting part of the Medea story.

I just realized that I've put a picture of a woman running a sword through a child on the front of the first exam these students have ever taken.

Oops.

I just realized that I've put a picture of a woman running a sword through a child on the front of the first exam these students have ever taken.

Freudian slip?

I didn't intend the symbolism, but...um.

I find the irony so terribly amusing that I am tempted to leave it there.

I just realized that I've put a picture of a woman running a sword through a child on the front of the first exam these students have ever taken.

Oops.

No, no...not "oops". Let 'em think you did it on purpose. Not one of them will fuck with you, and every kid who gets above a C will feel like they just escaped certain death.

The only way you could improve on what you've inadvertently done would be to slaughter one of them right before the test and plant their head on a spike on your desk.

*Stabbity stab stab!* *SPLURCH! squeeky*

"Turn over your papers. You may begin."

You should. Then they can imagine that they are Medea and you are the child ;)

Why do I have a spectacular dark purple bruise on my arm, when I don't remember hitting it?

If there is a subculture for that one half of us are members.

my inexplicable bruises. Let me show you them. On second thought, maybe not.

Facebook is a dangerous thing.

One of my cousins has started college. There is a picture of him at a Thanksgiving party. He is an "indian". He is wearing a "loincloth".

The following wall conversation transpired:

Me: I am scarred. for. life.

Him: O come on... are you really that surprised??

Me: I dunno, let me put up some pictures from my trip to New Orleans and you tell me...

Don't go playin' with the grownups, kid... you'll lose an eye ('cause you put it out yourself). I pointed out to him that I now like the cousin who is going into politics much much better because, as we are Democrats, he can't afford to let stuff like that get around.

Thiiiiiis close to putting up corset pictures. It ain't for nothin' I ain't runnin' for congress, baby.

(Apparently I should be sitting at a bar and chain smoking to go with my new accent. He's turned me into a lush out of some forties movie. Or Lola the showgirl.)

Those bangs are very flattering and forgiving on most faces. They're long and can be brushed or parted aside as needed. The only issue is that they might grow out too quickly and she'd be tempted to trim them herself and as we know from past such experiments, that is the path to Hell Bangs.

Yes. Yes it does. Awesome. After the wedding, I am getting that haircut.

Oh, shit Nora. {{{Nora and Family}}}

Power~ma for Erin's family.

{{{Ginger}}}

Met with three professors today to work out plans (boy, is it ever helpful to have a prof that's on the committee that decides whether or not a grade can be changed after the 1-year deadline), had two tutoring sessions, went to class and babbled on about the different discourses of Buffy fandom, which caused a classmate to come out as a huge Buffy fan (which, YAY, 'cause we have even more in common than I thought), then ran into my classmate/friend T after class and ended up driving her home and having a fabulous chat.

I'm exhausted.