I know. It was a bad song when it came out the first time. It's no better now, especially if you imagine me singing. Anyway, the title is just a prelude to Friday musings.
I started the day feeling cranky because I woke too early. I made myself and Barkley try to go back to sleep until a more decent time to wake.
I was feeling like having a big country breakfast but opted instead---or should I say forced myself---to have a healthy breakfast of oatmeal that I liberally dosed with dried cranberries, pecans, honey, and milk.
I was feeling whiny and a little pouty because I'm working and some people are playing with a certain grandbaby far, far away.
But then! AHA! I'm feeling much better, because I got the treatment. A haircut. That means someone else washes your hair, cuts it, and styles it. Hmmm...heaven.
I have to go back to work now, and I'm thinking I have work to catch up on over the weekend. But the sun is out, and birds are chirping outside my window.
I'm feeling better now. Thanks.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Kids say the darnedest things
Y'all know I love teaching, and I love my "kids." Well, most of them. The ones who actually show up and participate in class. The ones I get to know because they actually show up to class.
In a previous post, I told you about the Alaska transplant who said he came to Alabama for SEC football and southern belles. Well, he's come up with another quotable quote.
Today, I walked into class and several students were poring over a thick book reminiscent of a dreaded literature textbook. I mentioned it, and that opened the floodgate of commentary on the instructor of the nutrition class the textbook was for. The commentary was not complimentary. In fact, I should not have listened. But I couldn't help myself. Gossip is one of my failings. Big surprise.
The rantings ranged from how much they hated the class (for various reasons) to the fact that the instructor's not a professor and doesn't even teach on campus full-time.
Mr. Alaska pipes up and says, "Why should we have to pay full price for a half price instructor?"
And haven't we all had that feeling at one time or another?
Yep. More than once.
In a previous post, I told you about the Alaska transplant who said he came to Alabama for SEC football and southern belles. Well, he's come up with another quotable quote.
Today, I walked into class and several students were poring over a thick book reminiscent of a dreaded literature textbook. I mentioned it, and that opened the floodgate of commentary on the instructor of the nutrition class the textbook was for. The commentary was not complimentary. In fact, I should not have listened. But I couldn't help myself. Gossip is one of my failings. Big surprise.
The rantings ranged from how much they hated the class (for various reasons) to the fact that the instructor's not a professor and doesn't even teach on campus full-time.
Mr. Alaska pipes up and says, "Why should we have to pay full price for a half price instructor?"
And haven't we all had that feeling at one time or another?
Yep. More than once.
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