I wish you less crap.

Getting out of the school will help. The freshmen have their first exams ever in a week and a half, and they're freaking out. The tension in my classes is not fun. I'm going to sneak out of here after this last class and invest in some nappage when I get home.

I made dinosaur boogers.

Anyone have a sonicare? like it?

Trudy, I have one and LOVE it to pieces. My teeth have been cleaner, with less tartar and my dentist commented on it the last time I was in for a cleaning.

My mom's cousin used to do all her son's homework when he was a kid. She tried at one point to get me to do his work for him (he's my age) but I turned her down. I was 12.

Gud, good luck to Leif! I hope he enjoys public school.

Gud, good luck to Leif! I hope he enjoys public school.

Yes. Also that he has fun storming the castle.

I once finished a paper for my sister.

She was a senior in high school, it was a week before graduation, she'd spent much of the year out with an illness, and this particular teacher was adamant about not giving her an extension.

As she'd already been accepted to college on her own merits I did not feel I was unleashing an unqualified person on the world by doing it -- but it was still hard to do.

I read and gave editing feedback on my older sister's papers a bunch of times. And my parents proofread just about all the papers I wrote in high school, but that was generally some small comments about style from my father (like, "You've got three sentences in a row starting with 'Lincoln declared...', so you might want to rephrase one or two of them") and a few grammar and structure things from my mother. (Also, my father would correct all of my split infinitives and sentences ending with prepositions, but I'd ignore all the preposition ones unless the sentence was really awkward and reply, "To go boldly?" to any comments about split infinitives.)

They may give me pain meds. I consider this progress. I think I should go back to bed in the meanwhile.

I don't recall ever even showing any homework or papers to my parents. My parents were smart, but my mother didn't go to college and my dad majored in ping pong, poker and booze, so I'm not sure how much help they would have been. In retrospect, I should have gotten him to tutor me in poker.

my dad majored in ping pong, poker and booze, so I'm not sure how much help they would have been. In retrospect, I should have gotten him to tutor me in poker.

Yeah. And I heard his nights of booze-fueled ping pong were legendary....