Good lord! I know SO many women who've had huge-ass ovarian cysts. WTF is up with that??
YAY cancer-free and staple-free Erin, though!!
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Good lord! I know SO many women who've had huge-ass ovarian cysts. WTF is up with that??
YAY cancer-free and staple-free Erin, though!!
Glad to see you here, Erin.
and no more begging for grade changes. Just remember this for future classes, Hil. Right on the front of the syllabus should be something about a grade appeal policy . as in mid semester not after grades are posted
know SO many women who've had huge-ass ovarian cysts.
I dunno. For me, I think it's genetic. My mom had problems with her girly bits, too. No cysts.
Left side, eh? I'm missing my right. Together, we have a whole system!!
Wonder Twin Powers, activate! Form of...a giant ice uterus! Shape of...a powerful VicodinMonkey!
Actually, I am trying not to use the Vicodin very much, but today, I actually have felt the worst I have felt since surgery. I think it was because I did more than I have yet. But I took a Vicodin at 6, and my tummy felt SO much better within 30 minutes. I still feel ok, and I've been sitting here checking.
I think it impairs my ability to be funny, though, cause I just read back over the stuff I wrote about the Wonder Twins and it's pretty...dumb. But I'll leave it in there cause..., well this wouldn't make much sense without it!
and it's pretty...dumb
Are you kidding? VicodinMonkey is gold.
I thought it was funny, but then my sister J and I often do the wonder twin things. ( our husbands just accept this behavior)
ok I a watching House Hunters on TV and it is so odd. The Real Estate person keeps pointing out the ugly wall paper and ugly paint colors. A non tv real estate person would say ignore that. annoying.
Are you kidding? VicodinMonkey is gold.
The VicoMonkey is a-ridin' my back. I'm not what you would call objective at the moment.
I'm am what you would call pain-free! LALALALA!
And, now.....my dad wants on the net, and he is sleeping in the computer room and letting me have his bed while I recuparate. THat's a good-dad thing to do (hell, he's 68 -- that's a fuckin' ROCK-STAR thing to do) so I'm going to go now and let him play Warcraft, and go to sleep.
Sigh. I emailed her again with "The grades are final now." She emailed me back to tell me, once again, that she's just one point away from an A, and does one point really matter that much? (Yes. It does.)OK, I read some of this tribulation while sitting at red lights on the way home. Here's is an idea I came up with for you to do. "Dear {asshat student}, As you know, the semester is over. To come up with an additional project would require x hours of my time to create and grade it. At ${crazy expensive rate}/hour, in order for me to consider that, please pay in cash. Also, keep in mind, the grades were due {however many days ago}. Therefor the extra credit project must be completed by that time. For each day it is late, I will have to deduct 10 points. Since this project is not available to the rest of the class, an unfair advantage, it will be weighted extra heavy, at 40% of your grade. Thank you."
What? Just an idea. See if she can do that math. Obviously she lacks in English skills.
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