Amanda is taking the GRE tomorrow at 8:30am. She is worried sick. Even made me make multiplication flash cards. Funny thing is I quizzed her after I made them and she nailed them. (Dont tell her, but she underestimates her intelligence.)
So we are making a small weekend of it. I will grade papers while she panics and draws a blank in the testing room. Tonight we are going to enjoy ourselves and I will not let her think about the test. No need stressing over it tonight.
I am nearly finished grading the exams and final papers. My god I will have to come up with a more interesting topic next time. “How does one become successful? Define success and give three causes.” Overgeneralized essays about achieving one’s goals. Its kind of pathetic. I havent gotten to the break away paper, yet. You know the one teachers. The one that completely goes against the rules. The one that wakes you up at 3 in the morning as you were sleeping through the grading process. hehe
I miss the excitement and the care. Students can only care so much about composition. (well I hope I am wrong. Next semester I am completely going against my grammar first rules and mixing it up. hehe)
Have fun everyone, hope the grading is not too strenous. Oh and there is no way in hell I am teaching 4 classes next semester.
Wilbur
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tell Amanda good luck for me! (It may be too late now, but it’s the thought that counts). She’s lucky to have a guy like you. You can tell her that as well. You guys have fun… we need to get together over the break. Maybe I can beg Phil to make an appearance. Much love to both of you…. Melissa
did you go? was it fun if you did go?
we were underdressed.
AH, underdressing and the melting pot… the age-old conflict…
It took us one failed attempt to go to that restaurant and later a huge argument leading to the actual place about my dress.. her definition of dressy-casual and my definition of dressy-casual are obviously different… the definition problem and the fact that she can be harsh when evaluating an individual’s attire… or at least could be.. haven’t been around her much to see if she has changed… oh well.. bad times… bad times…