TWO of my Facebook friends (who do not know each other), both of whom have 3 year olds, posted today that their children like to sing Beyonce's Single Ladies. TWO! On the same day!
I think Sam (male) is probably funnier singing it than Audrey.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
TWO of my Facebook friends (who do not know each other), both of whom have 3 year olds, posted today that their children like to sing Beyonce's Single Ladies. TWO! On the same day!
I think Sam (male) is probably funnier singing it than Audrey.
I could have told them this.
Seriously.
I find it intriguing that the researcher doesn't identify entitlement as the actual problem, which is what I found with my about half my students (probably stemming from the "everyone gets a trophy" syndrome). The other half had the "I worked hard" sentiment identified later in that article.
Professor Greenberger said that the sense of entitlement could be related to increased parental pressure, competition among peers and family members and a heightened sense of achievement anxiety.
I can see how these factors could produce the desire for a good grade, but not the sense that one was entitled to it, which is clearly present.
Megmac found us through Vampire People.
My internet is on the fritz. This is frustrating. I have b.org coding to do. I hate losing momentum.
Megmac found us through Vampire People.
Huh.
Cool.
toaster for Allyson.
I did not get done what I needed to or wanted to today. My WRONG reaction is a desire to stay late or take work home, neither of which is actually possible.
Timelies all!
Blurriness is almost gone now. Eyes are still in good shape, and I can renew my driver's license by mail now.
Did you have your eyes dilated, Sheryl? And did you also have the puff of air thing done, too?
I did have my eyes dilated. No puff of air.
Did the do the Three Stooges test, where the Dr. tries to poke you in both eyes at the same time, and you have to line your hand up against your nose to prevent it?
Hee, tommyrot!
A blogger just got back from a trip to London; she stopped to see Douglas Adams' grave. Loved that someone left a green dice behind, and someone else left, of course, a towel.