Thanks anyways, you!
Titles are usually what comes to me first, so trying to do this last is really throwing me off.
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Thanks anyways, you!
Titles are usually what comes to me first, so trying to do this last is really throwing me off.
Though, at a much higher level than high school :).
True dat. It was the best example I could think of, seeing as I have had no lit. classes since high school (had enough A.P. credits to meet the need). So, other than Oral Histories, what other forms of Capital-L Lit. are university students exposed to, that most people do not realize are Lit., that I may be missing out on?
So, other than Oral Histories, what other forms of Capital-L Lit. are university students exposed to, that most people do not realize are Lit., that I may be missing out on?
Beats me. And the idea of Oral History as literature isn't widely accepted...that's a big part of my argument. I was more commenting on the quality, not the idea. Sorry!
Completely unrelated to the thesis, I just uploaded the pictures I took of the kids yesterday at after school. It was a rough day, but they were still pretty cute. This is one of my preschoolers playing dress up: [link] Yes, she is, in fact, wearing a poodle skirt on her head.
The rest of the pictures are locked, because I can't just have their pictures out on the web, but I felt like I could share this one. They are TOO funny.
:: stands with SJ on this one :: Most of the time I'm like "screw 'em if they can't take a joke. It's my life, bugger off". But kids are the worst. They just stare and stare and stare. Quadropeds unite! (I'll stop now.)
Thanks. Sorry that you have to deal with the same thing.
The Essence of Literature: A Case Study in Oral History
I really like this one, vw. Also, your students are so adorable!
Pwease?
Maybe.
Pwease?
Maybe.
I've been good...
ShitshitshitshitshitshitSHIT.
DH just called to tell me Dylan threw up all of his breakfast, and then all of the bottle he had to replace it. Instead of taking him to daycare, he decided to put him down for his morning nap at home. I'm waiting for the doctor to call me back, but I need this fucking cold/flu season to END. NOW. I want my kid healthy, damnit.
(And on a practical level, I'm very close to running out of sick days before we're even halfway through the year. I have other PTO I can use if necessary, but goddamnit. Sometimes I wish I could afford to just stay home, even though I know in the long run it would drive me insane. But right now all I want to do is go home and be with my baby. Fuck.)
Aw, that's so hard, Jess. Poor baby! You're right, too -- poor guy (poor both of you) have been sick way too much this season.